<?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-3265588</id><updated>2011-07-10T13:02:26.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphor...</title><subtitle type='html'>...for a missing moment</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8735715</id><published>2002-01-15T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T22:13:53.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so sick last night.  I thought I was catching a cold...because I had a fever and I kept coughing and sneezing.  Luckily I felt better this morning, so I didn't have to miss school.  I did go to work late though.  I ran into John Greenfield outside of the library tonight.  He had some silly girl following behind him as usual...a different one every time.  He asked how my holiday went, and was so nice and friendly as if he didn't constantly lie to me and sleep with at least two girls while we were dating last year.  I don't know how I keep myself cordial around him.  The next time I see him, I should just ignore him.  He's such a good liar.  I remember the day that he told me he was happy to have such a "virtuous woman" as his girlfriend, and that he didn't mind waiting, and that he dated only "one girl at a time"....albeit he was whoring himself out with multiple partners.  This topic is kind of putting me into a bitter mood....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8735715?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8735715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8735715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8735715' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8685365</id><published>2002-01-14T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T12:54:03.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez....someone just asked if I was from Brazil.  Do I look that much like a non-American, or what?  I know I don't talk like I'm from the south...let alone Texas...normally people just see me and assume I'm Carribbean or something.  Partially from the grades, it seems like not many americans here are as obsessed with school as I am.  Anyhow, it's the first time I've heard Brazil.  Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8685365?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8685365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8685365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8685365' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8685016</id><published>2002-01-14T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T12:41:36.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of the Spring 2002 semester!  Woo hoo!  My classes seem to be okay so far.  &lt;br /&gt;It's safe to say that if I don't update my journal on any given day, it was either a very good day, or a very bad day.  This weekend turned out to be both.  Saturday was very good, so good that by the time I got home, I was too tired to write in my journal.  Sunday, on the other hand, wasn't all that great because I had an argument with Dad.  I hate arguing....especially with family members.  It sucks.  It was the silliest argument, too.  We're both adults and we should be ashamed.  I am.  Anyway, hopefully it will blow over soon.  I wonder if there will be a class in here soon?  Some people are beginning to come in, and the lab was empty when I started writing.  I guess I should leave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8685016?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8685016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8685016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8685016' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8623174</id><published>2002-01-12T02:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-12T02:59:34.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four weeks went by way too quickly.  On Monday I'll be back to school and back to work at the library.  Studying and working all the time and not getting enough sleep will once again become part of my routine.  It's 3am and I'm wide awake, as usual.  All winter break I've stayed up late each night, sleeping in the following day.  I should really be more positive about school!  Last semester was so hectic, with programming and web design.  I don't have another programming class this semester so I should be just fine.  It'll be like last spring when I was working 40 hours...I stayed on the honor roll, so I'll be ok.  I got Max Payne today.  It's pretty cool.  Well, hopefully I'll wake up at a decent hour tomorrow so I can go home and help dad out with the tax preparation....that way he can take care of running his business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8623174?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8623174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8623174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8623174' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8590551</id><published>2002-01-10T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T23:50:31.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Text books are way too expensive!  It's a scam!  Ugh, two more weeknights to enjoy before the hectic school routine begins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8590551?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8590551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8590551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8590551' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8556967</id><published>2002-01-09T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T22:48:16.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I absolutely love music.  It's so awesome when you're listening to a song and it is so wonderful it makes you tingle or just sends chills all over your body.  John and I were discussing the lyrics to Judith the other day.  That song is bloody brilliant, of course the lyrics are a bit controversial.  I saw Alicia Keys on Last Call with Carson Daly last night.  I haven't heard much of her music, only what's being played on the radio.  She seems to have a really cool personality, it's like she's a real person unlike some of the artists today who have to uphold some phony image as if they were actors instead of musicians.  I understand that they're entertainers and all, but when you're Britney Spears and you claim to be virtuous but act like a stripper onstage you are so contradicting yourself.  That's her choice, though...if I had to do that to sell my records I probably would, too.  Musicians/bands that play their own instruments and stuff (and do it well) and are famous because of their musical talent are so dope.  Of course, some of the ones who don't are still cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8556967?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8556967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8556967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8556967' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8532484</id><published>2002-01-09T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T00:32:52.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired!  The only drawback to having the latest technology is people want to come play with your toys all night :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8532484?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8532484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8532484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8532484' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8467780</id><published>2002-01-06T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T18:57:53.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't even have time to write yesterday!  Andre and I went to play pool, then we saw Ali.  It was really good.  So far the past three movies I've seen have been great.  Actually, the past four.  Monsters Inc was beyond cute and funny, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone was great, and Lord of the Rings:  The Fellowship of the Rings was totally awesome.  The elf Legolas is my favorite character (and just about everyone else's that I've spoken to).  &lt;br /&gt;Work was fun today, as usual.  Lisa stopped by the store, and was talking about her new Mustang and the one her son bought.  6 years, 0% interest...too awesome.  Maybe I shouldn't wait until graduation to get a new car.  It seems like now is the best time to buy.  Then again, that's a deal that Ford is having, I believe.  They must offer some incentive to buy since we all know foreign cars are better.  Justen was a little down at work today.  I hope things get better for him, he's such a sweetheart.  After work, I went to dinner with the fam, then we went shopping.  The Gap has a lot of winter clothes on sale, so I bought some stuff.  After Christmas sales are great.  In fact, sales in general are great :)  Why pay full price when the stuff is going to go on sale anyway?  People wonder how I'm a poor college student but I walk around in Dolce and Gabbana (know you know my secrets).  Wait for the sales ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8467780?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8467780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8467780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8467780' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8418292</id><published>2002-01-04T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T18:54:16.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jason is really wigging out on me.  I sent him a couple of emails, and...granted they weren't very long, he wrote back saying he could tell that I didn't want to talk to him.  What the hell?  Now I probably won't write back anytime soon because I don't know what to say to him.  What to do, what to do.....Should I go dancing tonight or watch Chris sing?  Andre let me borrow his Livin' Large expansion for the Sims, but I need to find a no-cd patch to download.  Maybe I'll call Ian.  He's very cool, we both can have fun with groups of friends yet sometimes be such loners.  I don't know too many people like that.  I value the time I spend with friends, but I have to have personal time, especially with school.  Speaking of which, the paper came out with the Honor Roll Students listed.  I'm on Vice-Presidents Honor Roll now...moving up in the world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8418292?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8418292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8418292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8418292' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8392350</id><published>2002-01-03T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T21:20:31.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met Andre at the mall today, and he kind of helped me shop for new perfume.  After a game of Fusion Frenzy at Software Etc, of course.  I tried DKNY, and it smells so awful!  It's like the sort of thing you'd wear if you were feeling anti-social.  I can't wait for school to start.  I've been such a bum for the past three weeks.  No studying, no programming, hardly any HTML....but having the time to chill with my friends without worrying about studying has been nice.  I saw some people talking in a chatroom today, and some dude exchanged pictures with a girl only to have her say that he looks like Bilbo Baggins!  Poor guy.  For some reason Bilbo Baggins reminds me of the day Justen cut the head off of our Harry Potter display at Software and ran around using it as a mask.  That was hilarious!  Albeit, there were some children in the store that didn't look very happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if people who go into chats alot are lonely?  Either that, or chatting is becoming a reasonable medium for meeting new friends.  I hate to be pessimistic, but that's doubtful.  I'm thinking about going to watch Chris sing karaoke tomorrow night.  The night that he sang "Let's Get it On" to me was so cool.  He sings so well, almost Maynard in my book :)  I told myself I'd stay away because there seems to be some chemical reaction developing between my hormones and guys who sing extremely well.  Just kidding :)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8392350?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8392350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8392350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8392350' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265588.post-8366026</id><published>2002-01-03T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T00:05:24.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Justen told me about this site yesterday......so cool.  I don't have a lot to write about tonight.  I'll probably play the Sims until I fall asleep, and try not to kill anymore.  I accidentally killed my bachelor today...sad.  He had a kitchen fire and was engulfed in the flames.  Terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265588-8366026?l=paz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8366026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265588/posts/default/8366026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paz.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8366026' title=''/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717285773391221356</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></entry></feed>
