<?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-11021583</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:04:14.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling</title><subtitle type='html'>life in a new city</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-6339946907659032079</id><published>2009-12-09T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:50:30.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding service ratings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photographer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebeccaanstee.com/"&gt;Rebecca Anstee Photography&lt;/a&gt; - Rebecca Anstee&lt;br /&gt;have not reiceved pictures at this time. will update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cake ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tierdelight.com/index.html"&gt;Tier Delight Cakes&lt;/a&gt; - Aaron Sickle&lt;br /&gt;Overall look - For My cake a gave Aaron a picture that i liked and told him that i wanted the cake green and brown,&amp;nbsp; He got it almost perfect! The only things I would have changed was the flower topping (I would have preferred to to cover more of the top, it looked a little lost and silly.&amp;nbsp; that was my fault though, i never told the florist how big it was supposed to be!&amp;nbsp; Something to keep in mind for anyone who is designing their own cake) and that i would have liked a bit thicker chocolate scrolling,&amp;nbsp; Other then that i was very pleased with the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Taste - Brian and I choose three differnt flavours, one for each tier of the cake.&amp;nbsp; Carrot cake with cream cheese icing on the top tier, lemon with butercream icing for the middle and chocolate with raspberry filling&amp;nbsp; for the bottom tier.&amp;nbsp; I was very very pleased with the cake taste, the carrot cake was absolutly delicious and very moist ( it was the tier we cut during the cake cutting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxqrKFQhBPI/AAAAAAAAABs/LdF79CHDkaE/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxqrKFQhBPI/AAAAAAAAABs/LdF79CHDkaE/s200/IMG_0218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DJ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DJ Emporium&lt;br /&gt;I had gone with this company because my sister had used them for her wedding and I had really enjoyed the mood they had set.&amp;nbsp; Sadly for me it was not the same (inconsistabt).&amp;nbsp; The DJ that did my wedding did not follow instructions and was rude to my MC (also he was not very flattering to the eyes).&amp;nbsp; I did contact The DJ Emporium manager and with many e-mails back and forth, got NO WHERE.&amp;nbsp; They don't seem to care much about customer satisfaction.&amp;nbsp; I was truly disapointed in the service and would recommend an iPod over them to anyone ( An iPod listens and plays the music you want)&lt;br /&gt;For the amount of money we spent, I feel robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Flowers *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seasonsfloralstudio.com/about.html"&gt;Seasons Floral Studio&lt;/a&gt; - Darlene Corbett&lt;br /&gt;Great flowers, the arrangments were beautiful and the cost was reasonable&lt;br /&gt;She did a good job creating my bouquet and the centre pieces aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Sx-oBKw9e9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZCSS0US5Czw/s1600-h/IMG_5139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Sx-oBKw9e9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZCSS0US5Czw/s320/IMG_5139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would defienetly recommend her services to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hall ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gleneagle.ca/"&gt;Glen Eagle Golf Club&lt;/a&gt; - Luke Ursa&lt;br /&gt;The Hall looked great and the food was amazing as well!&amp;nbsp; Luke Ursa was the manager and he did a great job, he was even there on the wedding day making sure that everything ran well.&amp;nbsp; There was a women I was dealing with near the beginning and I was very unhappy with her service.&amp;nbsp; Eventually I had to refused to work with her because she was upsetting me constantly.&amp;nbsp; All and all the Hall was great, the plate price was great and the open bar was a hit.&amp;nbsp; My guests were very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-6339946907659032079?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/6339946907659032079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=6339946907659032079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/6339946907659032079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/6339946907659032079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-service-ratings.html' title='Wedding service ratings'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxqrKFQhBPI/AAAAAAAAABs/LdF79CHDkaE/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-6454410101263454305</id><published>2009-11-30T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:24:54.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas All Around</title><content type='html'>I am working on getting ready for the Christmas Party I am having on the 12th of December.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday Brian and I put up the tree and today we decorated it.&amp;nbsp; It looks pretty good now, but we are still missing a star.&amp;nbsp; I'll work on that on tuesday.&amp;nbsp; Where oh where am I going to find a star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxOYiwcwBzI/AAAAAAAAABk/_XovqbOKWWQ/s1600/IMG_0857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxOYiwcwBzI/AAAAAAAAABk/_XovqbOKWWQ/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am keeping myself pretty busy at the moment.&amp;nbsp; I have finally finished baking the rest of my Christmas cookies tonight.&amp;nbsp; I had to improvise with the sanding sugars near the end.&amp;nbsp; I ran out of the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt; so I use regular white sugar and dyed the dough &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It worked successfully.&amp;nbsp; I have made Glittering Lemon Sandwich Cookies, they are very pretty and yummy as well.&amp;nbsp; The great thing is they are good for any occasion because you just change the sanding sugar colours to match the holiday.&amp;nbsp; I got the recipe from Sarah Kostiuk (she found it in &lt;a href="http://www.gourmet.com/"&gt;Gourmet&amp;nbsp; Magazine&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;Glittering Lemon Sandwich Cookies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes about 50 sandwich cookies&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;(this is not true, it makes about 3 dozen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;For cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 2/3 cup cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 2 sticks unsalted butter, softened&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;(I used salted and they taste fine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 1/2 cup confectioners sugar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 1 tablespoon grated lemon zest&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * White or colored sanding sugars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;For filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 1 cup confectioners sugar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 1 tablespoon grated lemon zest&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 2 tablespoons light corn syrup &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;(if your using regular corn syrup only us 1 tbsp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * 1/2 stick unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Equipment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a heavy-duty sealable bag&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a hand mixer or kitchenaid mixer&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; parchment paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxOXFBDZE1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Zh1qYkE9qAc/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxOXFBDZE1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Zh1qYkE9qAc/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Make cookies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * Preheat oven to 350°F with rack in middle. Line 2 large baking sheets with parchment paper.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * Whisk together flour, cornstarch, and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * Beat together butter and confectioners sugar with an electric mixer until pale and fluffy, then beat in zest and vanilla. At low speed, mix in flour mixture just until a soft dough forms.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * Put sanding sugars in different bowls. Roll a scant tsp of dough into a ball and drop into sugar, turning to coat. Reshape if necessary and transfer to a baking sheet. Repeat, spacing balls 3/4 inch apart, until baking sheet is filled.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * Bake until tops are slightly cracked but still pale (bottoms will be pale golden), 12 to 15 minutes. Transfer cookies on parchment to a rack to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * Form and bake more cookies on second baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Make filling and sandwich cookies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * Beat together all filling ingredients in a large bowl with an electric mixer at medium speed until combined well. Transfer to sealable bag and snip off a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *Turn over half of cookies and pipe about 1/2 tsp filling on flat side of each. Sandwich with remaining cookies, pressing gently.&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;(its a good idea to put the icing in the fridge or freezer for a bit, same with the cookies, because the icing gets pretty runny and hard to work with if you don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the recipe, have any questions give me shout using "comments"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-6454410101263454305?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/6454410101263454305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=6454410101263454305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/6454410101263454305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/6454410101263454305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-all-around.html' title='Christmas All Around'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxOYiwcwBzI/AAAAAAAAABk/_XovqbOKWWQ/s72-c/IMG_0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-4928777505126929299</id><published>2009-11-28T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:00:26.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Back for good</title><content type='html'>I am Back and not without changes.  I recently got married and what an experience that was!  All the planning that goes into one day and then as slow as it comes, its gone in the blink of an eye.  Also My husband and I bought a house in April and we moved in on May 16th (one of the most exciting days of my life along with the wedding)  Brian and I have started the dreaded job of re-decorating and renovating our home.  So far i have painted 2 rooms and a half a hallway.  the next half comes next week.  I will be provinding pictures from before and after the decorating and renovating.  Bri and I plan to do most of it on our own!  We will be using Direct Buy to renovate the Kitchen, but thats not for a little while.  I hope to post more often then i have been.  I will be sharing some interesting highlights on the experiences of Married life and trying to do everything i have ever wanted to do!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you stick around to find out what happens to me.  Its going to be an adventure, so sit tight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-4928777505126929299?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/4928777505126929299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=4928777505126929299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/4928777505126929299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/4928777505126929299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-back-and-not-without-changes.html' title='I am Back for good'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-6950472458426812294</id><published>2008-12-19T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:30:26.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW I felt like writing today because it is snowing like the dickens out side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-6950472458426812294?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/6950472458426812294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=6950472458426812294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/6950472458426812294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/6950472458426812294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-i-felt-like-writing-today-because.html' title=''/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-1415510722207201701</id><published>2007-06-25T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:11:52.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 51st Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>Today is my moms birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e! &lt;/span&gt;          Hope your day was wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent today alone with the cats, cleaned up the apartment and watched some SNL skits .  Jake Gyllenhaal is hilarious.  His opening skit was the best i ever saw.  He sang a song from dream Girls and if i had a link i would put it on my page but i am to lazy to find one right now.  But anyway i have to work in the morning Boooooooo. so goodnight and sleep tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-1415510722207201701?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/1415510722207201701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=1415510722207201701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/1415510722207201701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/1415510722207201701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-51st-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy 51st Birthday Mom'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-3306695381786281501</id><published>2007-06-21T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:26:18.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Rn3ILAIVL9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/woonCkNQkGQ/s1600-h/gerber+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Rn3ILAIVL9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/woonCkNQkGQ/s320/gerber+blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079436046082846674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on my site for a long time and it feels like i was in such a different state when i wrote it.  Although i would think that reading things I wrote a year ago would sound stupid and childish now, i realize that its how i really felt at one point in my life.  It can't ever be stupid to me because i experienced it and i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am dying .............................as are we all and i want to go out with a bang or at least knowing that i did what i had a passion to do.  I will not be undersold by myself.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life has sure been a challenge, but i am starting to realize, there is no choice in this world but to work.  So i guess i can deal by dragging my but out of bad @ 0600 each morning and spending my whole day with a bunch of complaining seniors.  I have actually started getting to know some of them more.  Some the more you know them, the more you like them and others .....not so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-3306695381786281501?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/3306695381786281501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=3306695381786281501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/3306695381786281501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/3306695381786281501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-new.html' title='Its new'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Rn3ILAIVL9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/woonCkNQkGQ/s72-c/gerber+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-116282716063392016</id><published>2006-11-06T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:28:49.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Rn3HfgIVL8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H5tppYQmZRk/s1600-h/Oliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Rn3HfgIVL8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H5tppYQmZRk/s320/Oliver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079435298758537154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oliver isn’t just a cat, he’s an image of hope. He’s only a kitten, but he’s been through a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And now 3 days after the attack he is giving as much love… maybe even more then he did before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His life is awkward now , having to wear a disc around his neck for 10 days and every time another cat sees him they hiss and swat at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I write this I struggle to see over his giant blue dish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This morning I could hear him heading to the litter box. I listened as the dish tripped&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;his every 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; step.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally he was there and did his business.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I heard meowing followed by limped walking. I had assumed that it was the sounds you were supposed to hear form a cat with a dish (move tail off keyboard and push disk out of my view) I heard him walk to the door and meow some more, then he walk back to where I was sitting and meowed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I turned around and too my surprise that disk had made it over one of his front legs (stopping for a sec to pet him) making it a lot harder for him to walk.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;When I saw this vision, the words slipped out of my mouth “you poor unfortunate soul”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But he really isn't, if anything he is probably pretty lucky, after being the only cat to come down with a flu and get attacked by a killer raccoon and surviving to tell the tale, with battle wounds all over his body to boot!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Rn3IvQIVL-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IGr229hFkNc/s1600-h/Cats+and+Hill+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Rn3IvQIVL-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IGr229hFkNc/s320/Cats+and+Hill+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079436668853104610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I saw him looking at Winston today I think I could actually see some jealousy in his eyes as Winston cleaned between each toe with care and precision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I down sized him to a red vest but Zelda is still scared of him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not so much now that she actually sneaks up behind him to get a swat or two in before I drench her with the spray bottle. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-116282716063392016?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/116282716063392016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=116282716063392016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/116282716063392016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/116282716063392016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/11/oliver.html' title='Oliver'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/Rn3HfgIVL8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H5tppYQmZRk/s72-c/Oliver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-116282822612658774</id><published>2006-10-31T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:52.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_0051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_0048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_0049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_0047.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_0047.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year there wasn't a huge halloween party, but Jess, Bri little and big lauran, jenna, Michelle and I did go out to a bar.  We dressed up keeping the tradition, it was fun.  I was Jack Sparrow.  I must say for a costume i threw together in a day it sure did look pretty good!  Jess took picrures so when i get ahold of them ill put them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bri and I carved all these pumpkins, i think they turned out pretty cool.  We had them lite 3 nights in a row so they got put to good use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i hope you all had a great &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; and if anything real exciting happened or you saw a sweet idea for a costume leave me a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Sorry i have not been updating, ill do better i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-116282822612658774?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/116282822612658774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=116282822612658774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/116282822612658774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/116282822612658774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween-2006.html' title='Happy Halloween 2006'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115997277026829570</id><published>2006-10-04T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:51.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know where to begin</title><content type='html'>I again have neglected my blog for some time.  And its not like i don't have anything to say, it just seems that when i do, i am either somewhere where i can't get to my blog or i have forgotten what i was going to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this morning i would start fresh with something kind of interesting.  I was awoken by some really loud thunder, so i decided that i would just lay there and listen, eventually i started to doze off.   All of a sudden there was this terrible shrieking crack and then another to follow.  It souneded like someone was attacking a rather large metal shed with a chainsaw. after the longest 10 seconds of my life that horrible cracking thunder stopped.  My heart had started beating like crazy.  I never in my life have I ever heard such loud and consistent thundering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time i was sleeping during the strom i was having this dream that i had gone to a restaurant with this guy and we were waiting to get a table.  then i heard screaming and we ran out to the lobby (which was almost all glass ) and saw a large tornado heading strait for us.  as we antisipated our deaths the tornado circled around the building slowly.  Then when we thought it was going to continue on its path sparing us for another year, it turned around and picked the guy i was with and myself up and throw us far away.  when i landed i was in the street.  I quickly got up and ran for cover.  I ended up seeing these stairs that went in to a room.  The door was this little square that i was supposed to squirm through, but i didn't, instead i watched through the hole as a Japaness man wrote in japaness on to something he was holding.........the dream just gets crazyier as i go on so ill stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway its still raining and thundering out.  A very sad day to have to go out.  Little Zelda is very intrested in watching the rain come down, i think she really likes that sound it makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_0016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ve been missing kingston abit.  Downtown mostly, here the downtown is kinda scary.  It reminds me of a minature toronto, with its tall creepy buildings.  And everytime i go downtown it seem really grim, i mean no colours just greys and browns.  Kinda like Gothom City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to report on the City of london.  The Drivers in this town are  insanely horrible and the traffic is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to guelph this weekend and WOW, its not what i expected.  I thought guelph was going to be busy and city like.  But its not at all.  I think i am becoming a city-ish girl NOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115997277026829570?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115997277026829570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115997277026829570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115997277026829570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115997277026829570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-know-where-to-begin.html' title='I don&apos;t know where to begin'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115783348140686134</id><published>2006-09-09T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:51.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally Things are starting to happen here</title><content type='html'>So i gave up on the Humane society and decided that i would try a different place.  Its called the Animal Alert centre for Cats.  The people were really nice there and we found two cats, well ones a kitten and the other is a Cat.   I only named one of them, Bri's going to name the little kitten.  The Cat i named Winsten.  I really wanted to call him Columbo, but it just didn't suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little Girl kitten has turned out to be a real Trouble maker ...with a capital T.  But she is so  cute  and you can't get angry at cute.   They both have colds which kinda sucks but the place we got them from is paying for all their medications and vaccinations.  The two are getting along  pretty well for only knowing each other for a couple  of hours.  They chase eachother alot, its super funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_7300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_7300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_7297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_7297.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh jessica called me today which was awesome.  I was planning on calling her today to but she beat me to it.  We decided to hang out tomorrow which will be fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Bri and I are going out with Mere and Jason.  We plan to go bowling which rocks and have some dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should probably go bri wants to head out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115783348140686134?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115783348140686134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115783348140686134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115783348140686134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115783348140686134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-things-are-starting-to-happen.html' title='finally Things are starting to happen here'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115671675439070144</id><published>2006-08-27T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:51.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH</title><content type='html'>I hate to break this to you Laurie but you are talking to me right now......SO the peace has been broken.  What i wrote on my blog was nothing bad against you yet you chose to throw your two cents in.  Well its my blog and i don't take kindly to peace breakers and the only reason i didn't remove the comment off my blog is because i want everyone else to read it, so they can all see what a bitch YOU are! &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115515103310353778"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;READ COMMENT HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115671675439070144?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115671675439070144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115671675439070144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115671675439070144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115671675439070144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/08/news-flash.html' title='NEWS FLASH'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115563946238304081</id><published>2006-08-15T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:51.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving to london and winning a baseball game ...all in a days work!</title><content type='html'>Well i just got back from London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of apt hunting wasn't so good, i was actually kinda sad when i went to bed on saturday but after seeing 372 Cedar i was as happy as a pig in shit.  we pretty much made the desicion right away and gave the lady a check.  The place has hard wood floors, its very spacious and all the windows are brand SPANKIN new.  Which may not be a big deal to the average person, but when you live in a place where half of your windows can't even open ...its a luxory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes i admit getting this place has made me stocked for London, but i will really miss Kingston.  Mostly because of all the friends that i have met here.  Its been great, i have made so many memories and its sad to walk away from them.  I am glad that Jessica will be in london though.  She's my long time best friend.  we used to hang out in elementary school, and the first 2 years of high school.  Then we just made different friends, although we always stayed in touch.  But now after 2 years of college i am going out to live near her ....all by accident too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUper good news,  The Bluescreens of death just won their second baseball game which was pretty sweet.  I must say we were on top of our game today (i didn't get to hit any wicked balls though which was a bit of a bummer, But hey we WON!)  After the game we went out to the toucan for some drinks.....might i add we are sponsered by the toucan!  The service was really slow, but i had a good time anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow is the BBQ and pool party at toms place. Theres going to be burgers and chicken and all sorts of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh quick note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    so i miss placed my bathing suits at the beginging of the summer and had to go buy a new one.  Well yesterday when i was packing i found them.  Its was a very happy time for me!  just though you should know LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Made some Banana bread today, and i think that it turned out pretty good.  I am really starting to get a feel for baking and cooking.  It makes me feel good about myself.  Went to Goodlife fitness today as well and got a tour  and 5 day free membership.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Really weird&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; when i was at toucan i saw this girl and i only noticed her because of the amazing amount of back fat she had (her top had weird straps that made the back fat more obvious) but when i looked at her face i realized that she was the same women that gave me to tour of Goodlife.  coincidence ....I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, me and kelly are heading over tomorrow morning to do some Yoga, and then we are gonna hit down town for a walk.  I figure we both could use the last soak up before we leave kingston for Good ....sob sob.  Kingston i love your down town.....Its pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115563946238304081?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115563946238304081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115563946238304081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115563946238304081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115563946238304081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/08/moving-to-london-and-winning-baseball.html' title='moving to london and winning a baseball game ...all in a days work!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115515353707271686</id><published>2006-08-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:51.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing touch</title><content type='html'>I have lost touch with my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since i came on and just talked about what was on my mind.    Like for instance i was having these really crazy dreams last night, they made almost no sense and there was music in the background, i can remember one part i was playing a music quiz with someone and they had to guess what music video it was from the spice girls.   I found it hilarious because the music wasn't even the Spice Girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i woke up this morning several times, tossing and turning.  This seems to be the pattern every morning  now.  I wish i could just wake up and feel rested.   the phone rang, it was long distence.  i heard Bri pick it up.  two seconds later he was at the bedroom door saying it was a lady about an apartment.  i told him to take it and went back to  sleep.  Finally i woke up again, decideding that anymore sleep would just make me more tired, i got up.  wandered into the bathroom and then to the office.  Bri was still on the phone.  He told me the girl said their were no houses left, so i said forget it and wandered into the living room, where at this point i was starteld by Bob, sitting on the couch.   After that i woke up pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my exercises again today, i can actually see the differents on my body.  My theights are still big though.   I know some running would probably do me good but i just haven't had the energy to  go and do it.  I think the heat has something to do with it.  Id rather wait till it cools off just a tad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the food side of things i have been eating alot of veggies lately.  More then i ever thought i could eat.  I figured out how to make these really yummy potatoes on monday.  Lemon potatoes they are and  soooooo delisious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the podsafe podcast right now.  Its really neat.  iam enjoying the music too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well finally after trying to get ahold of lindsay all day she finally called.  I had called her once this morning and it sounded like someone had hung up, so i called back and no one answered .  i found out that her phone had  died and they only have one so she couldn't call me back.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am heading out for a bit but ill talk to you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115515353707271686?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115515353707271686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115515353707271686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115515353707271686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115515353707271686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/08/losing-touch.html' title='losing touch'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115515103310353778</id><published>2006-08-09T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:51.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday was burtal</title><content type='html'>Matt had a BBq on saturday, Bri and me decided to go over around 2ish, that when the drinking started.  Keeves and Ryan allan were there as well as Matt ..ofcourse.  Meat was trown on the grill and the cap started to fly.  There was lots of swimming to be had to.  as the day progressed Bob and Kelly showed up.  They stayed for a round of drinks and to witness the retardedness that went down.  Bri doing double shots back to back of jager and Lets just say Matt was not happy that his deck chairs and shot glasses made it in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeves jumped off the roof into the pool,   which may seem dangerous, but i think the more dangerous stunt he pulled was diving from the edge (of the pool not the roof) and hitting his head on the bottom of the pool.  after that he was never the same.   I think Lauri showed up and stayed for all of 20 minutes, then finally was asked to leave.   ouch!   (lauri is a girl who likes matt ...well i am not sure what her  feelings are toward him now) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say i made it through the whole night with out passing out in some strange place, forgetting most of what happened  ...like on other occasions.   Bri didn't do so well with the Jager though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115515103310353778?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115515103310353778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115515103310353778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115515103310353778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115515103310353778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-was-burtal.html' title='Saturday was burtal'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115515386963950255</id><published>2006-08-09T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:51.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/shithead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/shithead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;hgjfhfghj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Hill222.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115515386963950255?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115515386963950255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115515386963950255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115515386963950255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115515386963950255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-one.html' title='A new one'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115515024183644117</id><published>2006-08-08T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:50.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check, check and Checkkkkk</title><content type='html'>Well i am done consolidation for good!  Which is great but i think i am really going to miss the people that i worked with.  Sharon was a great preceptor, She made working at the hospital fun.  Ruth was great to she was very relaxed about the who thing which was good because, if i had had a n uptight teacher like the other Ruth i probably would have missed my sisters wedding or somthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also some news, i have started the house hunt in london.  So far Bri and i have found a bunch of places, we are going up this weekend to look at them.  I am really excited because the price is not that bad either, and most of the places include utilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115515024183644117?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115515024183644117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115515024183644117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115515024183644117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115515024183644117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/08/check-check-and-checkkkkk.html' title='Check, check and Checkkkkk'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115403236591458513</id><published>2006-07-27T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:50.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days left</title><content type='html'>So only tree more days after day.  Shit i need to get Sharon something nice for a thankyou gift.  Maybe i could go to the body shop our some other place.  I can't wait till next week.  its going to be sweet to say good bye forever!  although the people there were really nice.  That is at KPH they were nice ....not at KGH those bitches lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to alliston tomorrow to see my parents.  Bris parents are coming up too so that will be fun.   On saturday night theres gonna be a BBQ @ VV's (her and mike just got back from their honeymoon) Oh and by the way the wedding was off the hook.  Veronica looked great and so did the rest of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/RED-Girlsonbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/RED-Girlsonbed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the party.  The Dancing was great,  Man and veronica and mike left so drunk it was hilarious  (pick couldn't put on his tie he was so drunk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i gots to go golf ill be back to post some Baseball pictures from last weekend later tonight when i get back!  then its off to the last night shift ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/DSC01516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/DSC01516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/RED-Venezialefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/RED-Venezialefamily.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115403236591458513?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115403236591458513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115403236591458513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115403236591458513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115403236591458513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/07/3-days-left.html' title='3 days left'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115384431880436511</id><published>2006-07-25T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:50.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry to say but we lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLUE SCREENS OF DEATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Blue%20Screens%20of%20Death%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Blue%20Screens%20of%20Death%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and sunday I was in a baseball tournament, it was alot of fun for 60% of the time and not so fun for 40%.  You ask why.  Well it didn't help that one of the teams we played was the biggest jack ass's in the world.  some of the things they did just pissed us off.  For example.  Our team only had 9 players so we had to find another person to help us out.  One of matts friends was nice enough to do this (he even played hard ball in the past).  So he gets up to bat (our team is losing 5 to 21) and hits a pretty sweet home run, but because he plays hardball he touched home base when he came around.  the other team said that this ment he was out.  So we said "look he is used to playing hard ball" other team responds "well you should have told him all the rules"  thats when i pipped up "Awwwww FUCK OFFFF"  well needles to say we got the point, but we didn't win.  Oh and when we had to bow out early cause we had a game in five minutes they wanted us to keep playing so they could beat us harder. Thats what i call an ASS HOLE Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Blue%20Screens%20of%20Death%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Blue%20Screens%20of%20Death%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we did win one game on saturday morning to the Golden Girls.  It was our first victory for the whole season (13 - 18).  in our last game i made 3 pretty sweet catches at 2nd getting 3 people out.  Over all the weekend was really fun and after our last game.  Matt had invited Bri and I over to have and swim and BBQ.  Jill and Karen were also there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Blue%20Screens%20of%20Death%202%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Blue%20Screens%20of%20Death%202%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday Night Bri and I went to see Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest  with Martin and Matt.  That was a really cool movie.  I loved the bad guys face (the one that looked like an octopus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any off to have a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh guess what 5 days of work left, the i can enjoy my summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115384431880436511?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115384431880436511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115384431880436511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115384431880436511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115384431880436511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-to-say-but-we-lost.html' title='Sorry to say but we lost'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115335837436965959</id><published>2006-07-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:50.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Canada i am so disappointed in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what Canada chose as their top model: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/ugly%20model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/ugly%20model.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now go puke in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i am back&lt;br /&gt;please just to see if i am crazy tell me who you would choose&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/allana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/allana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanna orrrrrrrrr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/andrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/andrea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a girl who wears 4 year old jammies (andrea) and eating candy like its the fifth and most important food group should be Canada's next top model.  She has the worst fashion sense too and i though you were supposed know how to dress to be a model.   Skinnny tooo ewwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of my bitching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115335837436965959?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115335837436965959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115335837436965959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115335837436965959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115335837436965959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/07/canada-i-am-so-disappointed-in-you.html' title=''/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-115108436062248800</id><published>2006-06-23T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:50.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a month</title><content type='html'>my sisters wedding is not to far away and its getting exciting.  I feel really swamped right now with work.  Looking at my schedual makes me sad because all i see is work with some plans squeezed in between.  Now i know thats life, but its a whole new ball game when your not getting paid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super tired right now because i am trying to switch to night shifts which really sucks a whole lot.  I miss having fun with my friends after a long day of work.  And plus trying to sleep during the day when the guys next door  are putting a roof on the house (using loud compressors and swearing all the time) is really hard.  So in conclusion i have been in a pretty bad mood so far today and i only see it getting worse with the less sleep i equire.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night i went out with the girls from 12 foster.  we had i pretty good time but i noticed i don't have  the stamina to stay up as late as them and continue to drink.  I actually think the whole going out and getting drunk thing is pointless.  What do you get that will actually benefit from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spend money on alcohol&lt;br /&gt;- decrease your brain cells&lt;br /&gt;- decreased sleep&lt;br /&gt;- pounding hangover headache in the morning&lt;br /&gt;- and sometimes a strange looking man in your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya it may have been fun, but you know what else is fun? watching movies and playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am just getting old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-115108436062248800?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/115108436062248800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=115108436062248800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115108436062248800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/115108436062248800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-month.html' title='its been a month'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114839836102584482</id><published>2006-05-23T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:41.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pranker</title><content type='html'>so this morning around 8 i got 3 phone class, when i answered each one of them this is what was said "your cabs out side" or it could have been "Your cats outside" and it was an old lady saying it.  Really weird eh! and the eveb weirder thing is that they were calling from philadelphia, PA.  What the fuck.  I have been so tempted to call them back to see who it was, but thats a pretty long distance call to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i have a list i am working on today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-return scrubs&lt;br /&gt;-do laundry&lt;br /&gt;-pick up some new books to read at work&lt;br /&gt;-shower&lt;br /&gt;-plan time table for sisters shower&lt;br /&gt;-clean up the Apt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114839836102584482?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114839836102584482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114839836102584482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114839836102584482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114839836102584482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-pranker.html' title='some pranker'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114805301780400787</id><published>2006-05-19T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:41.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish i knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/bones%20last%20Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/bones%20last%20Pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping this past week would have been a little different, more relaxing and such, but instead i felt really crappy and not sick crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a headache,  dizziness, wasn't hungry and yesterday i got this overwhelming saddness come over me and i had no idea why.  It made me so anger because all i wanted to do was go play baseball and then hang out at the toucan, but no matter how hard a tried to be happy it wouldn't happen.  I am feeling alot better now and really crossing my fingers that it won't happen again, but i will never know for sure.  Brian says it might be the new patch i started, and maybe he's right.  That would be the best answer of any atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_6985.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went over to Bob and Kelly's and we played some cards and chatted which was nice.  Kelly had got me some really pretty flowers to cheer me up, which was super nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie on the other hand bailed on me yesterday leaving me alone again for another day.  I really wanted to chill out with her and have a fun day, but what ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay did my hair on wednesday and that was pretty sweet of her, although there is not as much blonde in it as i would like there to be, she said that the next time she does my hair she will put more blonde in it.  I figure it actually worked out good because its my natural colour so i won't have roots while trying to grow it out Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to finish planning my sisters shower today and make some calls to some people who didn't RSVP.  Wooooo fun, and then what shall i do.  I want my last day to be fun since i will be getting up at 6 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found more pictures of bones too on my camera, he is so cute.  I can't wait to go home and bury him becuase that may be another reason i am sad.  alot of people are probably thinking "he is a cat get over it"  but he wasn't a cat to me he was a friend, a cute and cuddly friend that was always there for me even when i was sick and noone else wanted to be around me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_6990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He peed on laura's bed to, and it wasn't his fault, but it was like he did it for me LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114805301780400787?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114805301780400787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114805301780400787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114805301780400787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114805301780400787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wish-i-knew.html' title='I wish i knew'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114773864449071133</id><published>2006-05-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:41.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I PASSED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114773864449071133?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114773864449071133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114773864449071133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114773864449071133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114773864449071133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114772424918535503</id><published>2006-05-15T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:41.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>i never felt the real type of stress intil today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am having a hard to coming back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my Comprehensive test - Really hard and i am now waiting for a phone  called, the phone call meaning i failed.  I don't like when they do that, i mean i am already freaked out because the test was so freakin hard and now i friggin jump everytime i hear the phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progress -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; WAITING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i continue to have the picture of donna telling me "your Good" when i asked her if i had passed the first test and then shacking her head while marking the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 hours and 46 minutes left on the clock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114772424918535503?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114772424918535503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114772424918535503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114772424918535503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114772424918535503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/05/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114710460818780804</id><published>2006-05-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:40.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally finished my test</title><content type='html'>I got a 76.2% in theory, the class that i never attend.  I feel pretty good about that, i still haven't got my marks from trends and issues, but i am think if there were a problem she would have called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway friday night me and lindsay hung out and watched american psycho (pretty creepy movie)   and if anyone recalls the comment someones posted on my site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale as Patrick Batman in American Psycho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny to hear it in the movie after first being baffled by it as a comment on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Monster, this movie was very different then what i thought it would be like.  And i actaully felt bad for her.  It is really said how some people grow up in this world with no choice of what to do with their life.  And when she almost gets murdered nobody would care because shes a hooker.  It would be nice if we could help those poor unfortunate souls, but we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to saturday,I read the screaming tree by Pill Lovesy for 4 hours then went to Dallas' and hung out with her and lindsay.  We drank and then headed out for Philthy's, ran into Matt, Jill, Erin and some other people, but i forget ...you know cause i was kinda drunk.   I drank almost a whole picture of beer and 3 coolers which was pretty good for me.  I didn't even pass out on anyones lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i cleaned the house and went and got some much needed bras and also picked up Bri from the train station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114710460818780804?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114710460818780804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114710460818780804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114710460818780804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114710460818780804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-finally-finished-my-test.html' title='I finally finished my test'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114679103983242347</id><published>2006-05-04T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:40.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?...I think Not!</title><content type='html'>This morning i had a really weird dream about my cat.  I  was showering and i had got out and walked on to my porch back at home (in Alliston) and Bones was walking around.  I kept shouting to Brian that Bones was alive but he didn't believe me.  I some how figured out how he had been revived and (by a bolt of lighting) because the place where he was buried was all weird moved around.  It was a really good dream but when i woke up it made me really sad that it wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last day of placement, it was a pretty good day some scary things happened, but its ok cause i am done on that floor.  I am very excited to write my test tomorrow.  I really just want to get the whole thing out of the way and i have enough confidence in myself that i think i can pass with a pretty good mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had a couple of coincidences happen to me yesterday and the day before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday after the meeting with the counselor i decided i was going to go for a run to clear my mind.  I took off down princess i went into a few store on the way and got myself a new silver chain ($6) and a pretty pendant to go with it ($16) after that i decided i would head further down princess, browsed through more stores and was enjoying my self....Might i add i looked like a drowned rat.   Finally i decided to head home i was just coming out of a store and struggling to make my Ipod work (i have found out they don't like dirty fingers) and i hear "Hillary????"  i look up and to my surprise, theres Lindsay.  She was going to buy a birthday present for her friend ...Who's birthday it was (by the way it was also Sarah's B-day too, the big 21) So i decided i would walk with her and chat.  On the way back from down town we decided to get something to eat, i had suggested The Copper Penny, but Lindsay wasn't feeling it.  We finally decided on going to Shoeless Joes.  We walk in the place and my whole class was sittin at a big table.  It was strange and they all looked at me and were like "hey you weren't at he test" i said hey to all of them and explained why i wasn't there.  They all said sorry to hear the news and then i went and sat with Lindsay.  We had a lunch so to speak, but it wasn't good.  I found a hair in my food and the girl was trying to make me pay full price, but i wasn't taken any of her bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that was number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd one:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when i took Jackie to look at laptops, she was telling me how she had seen Tyler the other day down town and then as we pulled out of the mall who do we see pulling in, not anyone else but Tyler and his mom and brother.  i think pretty weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what my mom made for Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/RED-BonesMemorialCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/RED-BonesMemorialCard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been 4 days since he has been gone and i still really miss him alot.  i have never missed something so much.  i think its the circumstances surrounding his departure:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114679103983242347?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114679103983242347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114679103983242347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114679103983242347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114679103983242347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/05/coincidencei-think-not.html' title='Coincidence?...I think Not!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114650936803609558</id><published>2006-05-01T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:40.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long</title><content type='html'>Well today was a sad day, Bones has been put down.  Very sad, but i guess life goes on.  I am gonna miss that little guy, he was so cool.  for anyone who is curious to know why?  he had a blocked urithrea Which means he couldn't pee anymore.  he's going to be buried in the back yard of the apartment i guess.  ill miss his little paws and probably everything else about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R.I.P Bones Tito Veneziale&lt;br /&gt;May 1st 2006&lt;br /&gt;you will be missed&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6751.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6751.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114650936803609558?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114650936803609558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114650936803609558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114650936803609558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114650936803609558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-long.html' title='So long'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114631965029272585</id><published>2006-04-29T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:40.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We grow and stop noticing other people are grow as well</title><content type='html'>Its really cool to so how people are startin up there own blogs.  Its like an inside look into ones life, the writing is always different and it suits the person who writes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said before i have kinda neglected to update mine often, but i am coming back slow and steady.  I guess the blog helps a lot when you feel sad or upset, or just want to blurt something out and don't want to be judge.  It feels good when your done too, cause you see a result of what you feel.  It could almost be a work of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pretty happy lately, i am almost done school ...Well at least  the working part and finally the apartment is back in order (and we are getting a new hot water tank).  The last three weeks were kind of stressful and at some points i really thought i was never going to finish all the work, but i some how magically did. So now i only have to tests, a take home test and a reflective journal to do, which is not that much stuff and i think after today I may eliminate 2 of those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years I finally feel this consistent weight lifting off my shoulders.   Its the weight of accomplishment  is what it is and  it give me this extreme feeling of happiness to feel it almost all gone.  i could probably care less where i am going for placement just as long as i don't have to do more presentations and projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placement has been pretty fun the last couple of weeks, i am on Johnson 3 the psych ward and its very interesting.  I have gotten a lot closer to some of the people in my clinical group.  Heather for one.  She's a great girl, very polite and strong, upon first meeting her you wouldn't think that, but she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten to know Jenn a little more too, but something is stopping me from going any further.  Its that feel you get when you know you could never be friends with a certain person, maybe its the way she thinks, or talks out of turn, or just plain doesn't listen to anyone.  Its kinda sad in a way but i am learning to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian ...well he hasn't changed since i first met him.  He aggravates me to hell but we still are friends.  He is one of those people that i can be super blunt with, he, the same to me.  We argue all the time, some times even fight, but we are never not friends.  He knows me and i know him, i feel like he is my brother, but an annoying younger one (even though he is older the me) but i am sure he thinks of me in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohohoh i just though of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it bugs me so much when people say "I don't know nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be a really bad speller, but that drives me crazy, its almost a contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am off to work on some of "that" work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114631965029272585?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114631965029272585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114631965029272585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114631965029272585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114631965029272585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-grow-and-stop-noticing-other-people.html' title='We grow and stop noticing other people are grow as well'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114624823023085353</id><published>2006-04-28T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:40.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beirut Champs</title><content type='html'>Last night was kirkey's party and i had gone over expecting that i wouldn't have much fun, but oh boy was i wrong.  I found my perfect beirut partner ...Bob and totally kicked Team Canadas Ass it was so great and everyone was cheering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our team is called King of the Hill (bob being the king and I being the Hill...obviuosly )&lt;br /&gt;I great night to remember i can't wait to see the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i need to study some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114624823023085353?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114624823023085353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114624823023085353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114624823023085353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114624823023085353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/04/beirut-champs.html' title='Beirut Champs'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114624767693223395</id><published>2006-04-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:40.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my picture</title><content type='html'>My back has been killing be lately, and i am not sure what to do about it.  Its been atleast three weeks of continues pain on the upper left side of my back.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then that My 2nd year is almost at a close.  I can't believe  that i am almost done.  Now to start a new leg of the race.  I am thinking an undergraduate in nursing, maybe if i have the energy after that maybe MEd school ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my placement for the internship and i am at KPH on the gariatric admissions floor......not to excited, but enough that i still want to go.   Its going to be a nice relaxing summer with my man! ...and the girls from 12 foster.  i miss them alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/BMW.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/BMW.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Bribw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/Bribw2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114624767693223395?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114624767693223395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114624767693223395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114624767693223395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114624767693223395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-of-my-picture.html' title='Some of my picture'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114487943218228954</id><published>2006-04-12T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:40.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have hurt you bad, Oh and it makes me sad</title><content type='html'>I have neglected my blog for sometime, i think i better hop back on the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting my hair dyed again right now, lindsay is over.  She has already cut brian's hair and mine has been in process for about 3 hours now.  I am going back to blonde for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat bones has a UTI so i am taking him to the vet tomorrow.  The poor cat has been having alot of trouble peeing.  He'll sit in his box for a good 10 minutes and then he'll be back ten minutes later .   So that means bones is going back to alliston with me and bri for easter.  We really have no choice.  I can't leave him here with that problem.  the vet even said that male cats have a tendency to have totally blocked urinary tracts.  So at least he's peeing, but it might get worse.  Poor little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... 4 days later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones is doing alright, we never ended up taking him to the vet, but i think the few days of country air did him some good.  Easter was a blast.  Played lots of baseball and i even got a new baseball glove.  Its pretty nice, right now i am just working it in.  I also picked up a bunch of picture frames from my mom.  y plan is to spray paint most of the frames black because some of the colour are kinda old and ugly, but the frames are nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed in my portfolio today.    60% of my mark and no i am not nervous.  LOL i am juist gald that its done and over with.  Now i can work on my presentation which is due next monday.  I have three days to work on it before i have to start working on my care plan again.  These damn care plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilates is going well, i need to do it more but i have actually been doing it which is kinda new for me.  I can do it with out the videos too hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway off to develop some film.....if it doesn't work i am fucked......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114487943218228954?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114487943218228954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114487943218228954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114487943218228954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114487943218228954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-hurt-you-bad-oh-and-it-makes-me.html' title='I have hurt you bad, Oh and it makes me sad'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114401942663419636</id><published>2006-04-02T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:40.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good bye says everyone at the foster house</title><content type='html'>lindsay is the next to leave the house.  I think she moved out today actually.  It was nice of the girls to give her to going away parties and me none, but I have no hard feelings ..i could care less actually.  I find that most of the girls don't really call me anymore or talk to me.  the only one i have stayed intouch with is lindsay.  Shes actually moving pretty close to me so i suspect that i will see more of her within the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Brian also left for Toronto, i am going to be super lonely for the next couple days, bu i guess i have my work to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strike has added another week onto our year but we are still suspected to graduate at the same time as everyone else which is really good and i got an extra week to study for the test that i have tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, My room has been set to away.  The repair man came to check out the ever growing leak in the bedroom ceiling.  He cut a big hole in it and found roughting wood it was pretty gross.  So me and Bri have been sleeping in the living room for the last 2 nights....fun eh.  and now i will continue to sleep there alone until the landlord gets his act together and fixes the ceiling.  theres got to be something i can do about this.  Is it legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the new chest freezer today.  Finally we have space in the freezer its great and it doesn't take up that much room either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should probably get back to studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114401942663419636?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114401942663419636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114401942663419636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114401942663419636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114401942663419636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-bye-says-everyone-at-foster-house.html' title='good bye says everyone at the foster house'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114313478690750670</id><published>2006-03-23T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:39.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in town</title><content type='html'>I am finally back in kingston its been a while and i admit it i missed the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also planning my sisters wedding shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little shout out to Salena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id love for you to come, i just want to make sure i have the right address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The showers on May 28th, just email me your address so i can mail you an invite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner tonight with Bob and Kelly I think ...A roast with mashed potatos ummmmm good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114313478690750670?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114313478690750670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114313478690750670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114313478690750670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114313478690750670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-in-town.html' title='back in town'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114179005438914009</id><published>2006-03-07T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:39.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved in and on to a strike</title><content type='html'>So i am finally settled in, it took a while but its done!   Thank god, Bri was going nuts living in a mess..... driving me nuts too LOL.  My cat as well is going nuts, i can't let him outside because he's to stupid not to get hit by a car.  I decided that to calm him down a little i would take him for walks, well every person who drives by laughs at me!  I guess i could understand why......it does look pretty funny and he can't even walk very well.  its more like walk a foot. STOP. sniff. sit. look. get scared by a passing car. get up. STOP. sniff -----Me dragging him----him walking. STOP. sit. Sniff and sooooo on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - day before MAYBE strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to bed tonight not knowing what i was going to wake up to...more school, jesus school, or a break.  I guess i was really thinking about it because i kept having dreams that i would wake up and ask Brian what the deal was and he'd say they are still thinking, they'll know by Saturday.  then i would actually wake up and wonder if that really happened.  I think i had that dream 5 times and everytime it was a different day!  But finally when my alarm went off i was awoken my the smooth sounds of U2 i think.  After the song was over my long awaited announcement was made.     "AND THE STRIKE IS ON"    *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clock reads 7:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to get up and rub it in Bri's Face LOL, yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's typin' away on his compy.   I feel a little more relaxed, although  now i have no idea when it will end so i will never get to fully enjoy my break.......and how will i know its over!  i guess im on news patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i got another message from the old house mates ....supposedly the router sucks so i had to bring the other one back.  Bri and I went to future shop to get a brand-spankin-new one.  we get home plug er in and it's instantly fried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bri - the lights not coming on! did you plug it in?&lt;br /&gt;me - yes its right in there!&lt;br /&gt;Bri - It smells like burning! does it smell like burning to you?&lt;br /&gt;me - sniff sniff ......yes, it really does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to future shop, on the way explain how to setup router to old roomies. Get new router. come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it looks like i am leaving tomorrow to go back to alliston!  I am gonna miss Bri alot, i may be gone for two weeks...thats a long while.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man  panic state.....?&amp;amp;*^%$#%$#%???&gt;!??!@?&gt;!&lt;$?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played james Bond alot today i actually got somewhere this time, thank god, or i would have kicked in the Game Cube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to the book, i am in a ready MOOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114179005438914009?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114179005438914009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114179005438914009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114179005438914009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114179005438914009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/03/moved-in-and-on-to-strike.html' title='moved in and on to a strike'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114071988702919321</id><published>2006-02-23T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:39.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>yesterday was mighty productive, Bri and I cleaned the apartment pretty good.   tomorrow is my last day at maternity then i am free of Angie!  I mean shes a nice person, but i just don't like her that much as a teacher.  I am not even sure if we are having those end of routation parties, i probably won't go but it would be nice to see all my groupies when we are not at the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exercises continue, my knee is doing better by the way which is a very good thing.  It still causes a little bit of discomfort but i just take some ibuprofen and i am all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm theres not much else thats new, well maybe, i have been talking to Adas recently, sadly him and his girlfriend broke up.  But on the positive side Him and scott want me to go snowboarding with them, maybe give them a few tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then that there is really nothing much going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa had his surgery yesterday and it went very successfully which is very good news for my family and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should get ready for placement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114071988702919321?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114071988702919321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114071988702919321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114071988702919321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114071988702919321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/blahhhhhh.html' title='blahhhhhh'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114072016664283378</id><published>2006-02-22T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:39.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Whole year Eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 1st Anniversary  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep on truckin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114072016664283378?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114072016664283378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114072016664283378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114072016664283378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114072016664283378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-whole-year-eh-happy-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114047266216334803</id><published>2006-02-20T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:39.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miracle in 12 foster</title><content type='html'>ever since i stopped drinking milk 2 and some odd years ago (because i became lactose intolerent) my joints have been detereriating, i feel it now in my 20th year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee and now my wrists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but out of now where a miracle  sprange upon me, i have become lactose tolerent again.  I have been drinking milk for the past three weeks and nothing odd has been happening to my stomach, i feel great and let me tell you i miss milk so much and not "Skim Milk"   i mean real Homo Milk 3.25% baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also glad to report that my knee is feeling alot better since last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its almost time to start packing for the move, i need some boxes.  looks like its time to go garbage surfing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114047266216334803?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114047266216334803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114047266216334803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114047266216334803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114047266216334803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/miracle-in-12-foster.html' title='miracle in 12 foster'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114033461001985957</id><published>2006-02-19T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:39.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is coming down to the wire.</title><content type='html'>Everything has been happening so fast lately.  I mean hearing about the college going on strike is not a good thing....Well not a good thing in the long run, but there are a few pluses to it short term-ly.   I'll have more time to study and work on my portfolio which would be kinda nice, moving in wouldn't feel so rushed and i could take a little time to breath and really think about my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all coming at me so fast now, in less then 10 days i will have a NEW place,  its going to be different.  After two long years of living in an unorganized crazy house, I'll actually have some calm.  Matching towels in the bath room.   Is that my sense of clam? Am i crazy? im not sure but if anything i am pretty close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a talk with Ally a couple weeks ago about what its like living with a guy.  She tells me that even if you have never had PMS, you will obtain this dreadful disease once living with a man.  And which i can kind of agree with her, but its not so bad at least i don't think????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess insecurity would be one of those things i am feeling right now, you know that voice in the back of my head saying well what if something were to go wrong, where would i go?  But i feel confident enough that everything will go well.   I think for the first time in my life i can let my guard down.  i love Brian alot, I'd trust him with my life and the thing that makes it really weird is that he loves me back (or at least that's what he tells me) &lt;---not meant to be taken seriously*&lt;br /&gt;I always find myslef writting these things so late at night, i have urge writting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been think about my grandpa alot lately, i don't think the seriousness has hit me yet, i am not sure if its the distance thing.   Of all people i should know how serious it is, i see people every week with serious illness some being cancer patients.  I think i just need to see him, make sure he's ok.  I never thought about this part of being so far away from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i am tired and still have a night time ritual to pull off.  My lonely bed awaits me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114033461001985957?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114033461001985957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114033461001985957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114033461001985957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114033461001985957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/everything-is-coming-down-to-wire.html' title='Everything is coming down to the wire.'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-114033481878528318</id><published>2006-02-18T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:39.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First theory test mark: 78% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many classes attended: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of the class failed: 1/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be feeling good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i just plain mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-114033481878528318?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/114033481878528318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=114033481878528318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114033481878528318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/114033481878528318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-theory-test-mark-78-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113986084241989145</id><published>2006-02-13T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:38.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all done for now</title><content type='html'>I see that google is all fancied up for the Olympics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was awesome fun,  Jackie Actually came out with me to Brian's (Where we met up with Bob and Bri) then to Matt's house (where there was a tone of people including Dan, Martin, Matt, Ted and more random people i didn't know or was to drunk to get to know).  We drank there for a while then the rather large and still growing gang headed to Philthy's.  Many pictures of Beer were bought and i think i may have danced with every guy in the bar LOL not really but i was haven' some fun.  When it came to the end of the night i wanted to go home so i told Bri that i was just going to give Jackie her coat and we could tour.  Well when i found Jackie, she was already gone.  Freamo Looked at me and said take her HOME.   damnnnn&lt;br /&gt;So i ended up draggin' Jackie out of Philthy's, Seriously I had to pick her up and carry her out the door.  So It Was Brian, Jackie and I walking back to his place, i wonder what happened to BOB?  Jackie took me down half way home and now i have a huge bruise and indent on my knee ( The hurt One, which by the way is still hurting)&lt;br /&gt;Finally got home and put Jackie to bed.  Next thing i know Jackie is calling my name, i open my eyes and shes standing in Bri's room.  We rush out and she informs be that her bladder lost control on the futton.    heres BRIAN ...NOT SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then the falling, ripping my pants and hurting my knee, the night was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe rest of the weekend I spent with my nose in the Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just finished writing the test that took forever to study for and now i am going go buy some essentials for tomorrows Valentines Day Dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113986084241989145?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113986084241989145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113986084241989145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113986084241989145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113986084241989145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-all-done-for-now.html' title='Its all done for now'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113959515771530123</id><published>2006-02-10T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:38.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this knee isn't funny</title><content type='html'>recently my knee has been causing me pain and its grinding whenever i bend it.  Now i find this to be very annoying esspecially because of my new exersice...i can't do the one leg because my knee clicks and hurts.  I didn't do anything to cause this to happen so i am pretty much confused.  I think i may ask Angie's opinion on it today!  maybe ill have to see a doctor or get some x-rays.  I am not sure, but i hope its not breakdown of cartilige because thats not good, i don't want surgery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113959515771530123?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113959515771530123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113959515771530123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113959515771530123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113959515771530123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-knee-isnt-funny.html' title='this knee isn&apos;t funny'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113941677024576126</id><published>2006-02-08T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:38.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time in a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had this craving last night for milk and cookies so Bri and I went over to loblaws and i got some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;chewy chips a hoy and HOmo milk UMMMMMMMMMMMMM. I haven't had milk in such a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;long time and it was so perfect like i remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I also ended upgoing out with all 5 girls from 12 Foster last night too. We had alot of fun, we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;started at mybar and drank the $2 tall boys ...by the way i hate beer! then headed to Philthy's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;........me and Miranda kicked a huge ice chunk almost all the way from Mybar to Philthy's and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;landed on my ass by the way. When me and miranda got there we were the only two in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;whole bar, it was pretty funny actually and the the rest of the crew came on over and we did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tequila shots or in lindsays words Shaquila Tots. After that we headed to Nicks house were Jacki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;became so drunk that i had to hold her up. Dallas was bangin up a storm on the drums so i joined&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;in that was until we were rudely interupted by Allen, he stole the drum sticks and left. We finaly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;decided to go home so we called a cab and huled ass&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i just was informed that jackie Puked in the cab which made their cab ride $80 holy shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my original idea was to walk her to Brian's house and she would have puked on the way over here, but lindsay wouldn't let me! Oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thighs hurt so much that i actually walk funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on to my yummy cheerios with fresh strawberries ummmmm umm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113941677024576126?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113941677024576126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113941677024576126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113941677024576126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113941677024576126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-time-in-long-time.html' title='first time in a long time'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113933922940050169</id><published>2006-02-07T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:38.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bloggin'n'Floggin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Feb 22 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and It will have been one whole year!&lt;br /&gt;and its gone so Fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113933922940050169?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113933922940050169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113933922940050169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113933922940050169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113933922940050169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogginnfloggin-feb-22-2006-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113933622952657935</id><published>2006-02-07T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:38.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey kitty kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6942.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to &lt;a href="http://gamecube.gamezone.com/gamesell/p26258.htm"&gt;Need For Speed: Most Wanted&lt;/a&gt;, its a horrible addiction and im even thinking about buying it for my GameCube.....My fantastic GameCube.  Its the most joyfully Cube I know.  I have 3 controllers for it and Bob bought one too!   We have had a couple  &lt;a href="http://gamecube.gamezone.com/gamesell/p26776.htm"&gt;Mario Part 7&lt;/a&gt; parties that involved drinking and a lot of violence.  My anger really shines through when I loss games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Game that Bri got for me i used to really enjoy..i was a champ at it ...Soul Calibur II&lt;br /&gt;but now i just plane suck and i can't even beat the first level.  What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What i am listening to right now&lt;/span&gt;: Tainted Love  - Soft Cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; am planning to go out on Saturday to Philithy's, I hear Das is coming to town for Kirkey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;celebration  Party and id like to see them both and who ever else is there.  I am also trying to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;et Dallas, Jackie and Lindsay to come out with me.  They Have this bet going on right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;between the three of them that non of them will go out or drink alcohol for 2 and a half weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;...Or something like that.  I have tried to crack Lindsay but she really doesn't want to cheat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a first for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i say this everytime but i have started to exercise now...Again LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago i was doing insane amounts of sit ups and leg exercises but that faded off.  Well yesterday i went to return a pair of jeans and this girl at the counter asked me why? And i said cause i think my Thighs are to big and I'd rather wait till i am more in shape....She then mentioned she had that problem at one point so she started doing lunges and it made a big difference......Sooooo as you have gathered from that conversation that's what i will be doing along with some pectoral exercises hehehe i figure it could decrease my bra size.   Hey it worked for my mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way class in a half hour&lt;br /&gt;later gator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113933622952657935?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113933622952657935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113933622952657935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113933622952657935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113933622952657935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-kitty-kitty.html' title='Hey kitty kitty'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113925406468976314</id><published>2006-02-06T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:38.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>less frequently involved</title><content type='html'>This school is getting me down.  I have overheard many talks of how the RPn is not going to be able to get a job once they finish, it makes me feel like i am wasting time here, but at the same time i feel that i have found a different path to walk down.  Its kinda creepy to look back at all the descions i have made, and just to think that if i had change one of them i would not be here right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have met so many awesome unique people while i have been in kingston.  Alot i don't see as frequently as i used to which is kind of a bummer, but thats what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is here and that means there are only 23 days left till i get to move in withB ri.  I have had enough of this trying to live in two places at one(its alot harder then you'd think).  I have settled the uneasyness with Jackie and it feels alot better to.  The worst thing would be to leave this house on not so good trems with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here it is the ode to HOuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Foster you have been great on some cases and not so great on others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in general i have enjoyed my time here.  It has saddend me to see these newbee house hunters tromping through our house peering their big eyes into our private rooms. come May this place will be someone elses and all we will have is our memories and pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113925406468976314?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113925406468976314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113925406468976314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113925406468976314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113925406468976314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/02/less-frequently-involved.html' title='less frequently involved'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113752522497747409</id><published>2006-01-17T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:38.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the swing of things</title><content type='html'>Last night I went skating with Bri, Bob and Kelly.  It was a lot of fun.  I did some pretty sweet falls LOL.  Now I am just waiting for My photography class to start.  I went and picked up that starter kit that the teacher told me we needed .  It came to $113. AHhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just super anxious for the end of Feb to come so I can move out of this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately the girls have been getting me down because it seems like they go about eating my food and I don't say anything to them because I don't want to start a fight and sound like a baby, but when one of their food item's goes missing its the biggest deal.  Laura was asking where her Banana went, Jackie ...Asking where her cabbage went.  So out of pure anger I said well who the fuck drank my apple juice?   Jackie replys " that was my apple Juice"  Oh man this is where I really had to hold my self back.   Bri had brought over a can for our dinner and I opened it up and we had some out of it.  She assumes its hers because its the same kind and then drinks the rest of it.   What the Hell.  All my butter GONE.   Miranda eating my English muffins and then saying they were hers!   I had just gone grocery shopping and they were already taking the few item's that I got.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ANGER TAKING OVER ME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calming down.  Then there is still the dishes situation.  Totally gross!  I walked into the kitchen this morning and I couldn't even see the counter.   I am not buying anymore groceries for my house!  Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I am listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Crazy Town -Only When im Drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty Fun, drank with Dallas, Bri, Jackie, Katie and Jackies ex BF and friend.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with a really hurty bruise on my knee and I think its getting bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113752522497747409?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113752522497747409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113752522497747409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113752522497747409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113752522497747409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-in-swing-of-things.html' title='Back in the swing of things'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113684327269772431</id><published>2006-01-09T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:38.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whos back?</title><content type='html'>So its back to blogging after a long break.   I miss the break already, it was such a great break.  No homework .... no homework.  It was great, but now i am back!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;energized&lt;/span&gt; about my  photography class.  I have taken one before, but that was in highschool, I have faith that this class will offer more skills in the ways of the Camera!  anyway, i am gonna go check to see if our door is done yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113684327269772431?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113684327269772431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113684327269772431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113684327269772431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113684327269772431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/01/whos-back.html' title='whos back?'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113682729918335195</id><published>2006-01-09T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:38.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From The Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6781.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6764.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6830.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_0013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6749.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6864.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113682729918335195?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113682729918335195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113682729918335195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113682729918335195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113682729918335195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures-from-holiday.html' title='Pictures From The Holiday'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113674099910663099</id><published>2006-01-08T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:37.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>theres enough anger for all of us</title><content type='html'>I have realized over that last little while that all blog people seem to be really mad. I think its a way to control your anger. And when i read my blog i see tthat i am kinda angry to. I am thinking and this may sounds very strange, but i think some peoples standards are to low. I get the eye from some of my friends when i complain at resturants. I just figure the logic behind it is that we work hard for our money and we expect everyone else should. I am not going to pay them the same amount i would be getting paid to do a half assed job. this might also steam into the fact that i hate the fact that for the longest time people wouldn't hire me because i wasn't from kingston. I must have gotten 1o interviews and i had no job. I even had second interviews, still nothing. the only places that would hire me was mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have moved back into my house and i feel this anger building again.   so on ward blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113674099910663099?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113674099910663099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113674099910663099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113674099910663099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113674099910663099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-enough-anger-for-all-of-us.html' title='theres enough anger for all of us'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113442177402172718</id><published>2005-12-12T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:37.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i am surprised</title><content type='html'>Today in EBP i put alot of feeling out there! I figure since thats what the presentations are about and they want them to be good i should ask some questions and even put some senerios out there for them. Most of the time i am ridiculed by the majority of the class, but today i was surprised to see a nice message on my MSn from one of my class mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Not that this may be all that inspirational to you but I think that you've really put a lot of your personal feelings out there in EBP class and I think that you have an outstanding character and put up with a lot of shit from people in the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the great thing was this person is such an understanding person who has been through alot. I think she is an inspiriation to me. I remember last year i did a project with her and we touched on some deep subjects. I got to see inside her mind and how she delt with her situations. She is now a mother of two beautiful children and i know they will grow up to be stronge just like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note i am so glad that class is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of the people in that class have no voice or perspectives on any of the topics. I know everyone goes through something in their life thats hard, but it seems most people don't want to share it. I like being an open person, i feel that i have nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone makes mistakes including me so if people know about mine im not going to run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of these breaks i need to get back to the studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee count:  I have had 4 cups so far and just made some more coffee.  lets getter done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113442177402172718?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113442177402172718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113442177402172718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113442177402172718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113442177402172718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/12/sometimes-i-am-surprised.html' title='sometimes i am surprised'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113438243491562351</id><published>2005-12-12T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:37.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...tick tock, and it does get louder</title><content type='html'>Its &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;4:49 am&lt;/span&gt;, i have played like 9 billion games of backgammon and watched about 7 episodes of Gilmore Girls and yet my mind is a total buzz. I think i am just overwhelmed at the fact that i have finally finished that stupid portfolio. I didn't even know how much weight it was putting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And while my mind is a buzz, my cat is, shall we say pretty much the same. He's been climbing all over my furniture. I could here him as i was attempting to fall asleep for the 3rd time this evening. Now he is prancing around infront of the computer screen. My head is pounding too, jesus, i really hope i can make it through tomorrow, i have a ton of studying to do still, but once that is over i am free. For 26 days. Wow 26 amazing fun filled, nothing nagging me days! I think i am in shock, who knew school sucked so completely much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going over my writing today and i must say that i am pretty proud out how everything turned out in my portfolio, I know my way of tackling assignments is very unorthodox, but i find it works quite well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My Game Plan; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(ohh i must type quieter, i might wake Miranda) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Get assignment ............ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;many days weeks and perhaps months go by.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;then i finally say, i am going to set aside a weekend to finish this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;weekend comes .........no work is completed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;this continues till about 2 - 3 days before big assignment. Than i slowly go at it like the assignment was just given out yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Finally finishing a few hours  (and in some cases minutes)  before the due date  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now i am going to attempt to go back to sleep (not like i ever was asleep in the first place) maybe my cat will retire with me. nahhh there's no chance i am domed to be super tired tomorrow...i mean this morning, coffee is definetly in order for the day :) ohhh and bri left his travel mug.....Double score, now ill be able to carry around two cups of warm coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you coffee on days like these, you may hurt my stomach some times but you are still a good friend ...I good friend would let you get drunk once in a while, till your puking on the floor in your bathroom ....i am not saying coffee makes me puke, cause it doesn't, but you know what does....................Fire Ball, that stuff has a bad smell memory attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have reached the point of no return i am so screw, and may i add sneezing like crazy all of a sudden. Man i hate getting sick, this better be some allergy to cats when they rub their tail on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have a good morning, im gonna attempt to get some shut eye! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5:16 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113438243491562351?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113438243491562351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113438243491562351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113438243491562351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113438243491562351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/12/tick-tock-and-it-does-get-louder.html' title='...tick tock, and it does get louder'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113433826531697586</id><published>2005-12-11T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:37.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all so close i can feel it on my finger tips Part 1</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in Bri's lab at the moment waiting for him to finish checking over my critique paper.  I actually just finished reading Das' site.  everytime i think about him it brings me back to the "best summer of my life".  I have never had so much fun, and i spent so much time with Tyler, Das, Jackie, Dallas, Scott and Lindsay and its time i will never want back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So christmas is just around the corner and i have only got one present so far and its not even for my secret santa, i better get on that!!!!!!!  I was thinking may be a nice little gift pack or meh i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went to Purang's christmas party and i thought it was gonna be totally ackward but it really wasn't.   They had tons of food and wine and beer which was way cool.  I had 5 glasses ..i know a little to much and man those apitizers were greatness.  We played ping pong..had a championship, i made it to the semi finals, i actually beat Hong!  ( ya you did read it right, she is asian) sweet i am actually not half bad! I think i would have done even better if i was sober LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian made it to the finals but was defeated by Ranhiu (not sure how to spell his name) But it was a respectable lose 19 - 21. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am think about how good those perogies are going to be when i get home...the only sad thing is a have to study for theory tonight and tomorrow My final exam is on tuesday, then i have placement on wednesday.   its all good though once this week is over ill be as happy as a pig in shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i mentioned the Computer science christmas party and i am to lazy to confirm that fact.  so this may be a repeat.  It was great the food was wicked and i ate way to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Bri, Jay and Me went bowling again, this time we went to Prost, that where the real bowling takes place.  i boweled a 116 game "thats awesome" -jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i am really improving!  after that we went back to bri and jays and Bob and his native friend came over.  We drank and got some what smashed.  More Bob and native guy then me butdon't get me wrong "i felt it".   it was to bad that Bob had to leave beacuse his native friend wanted to go to the BArs LOL i had to hold in my laughs.   This native guy by the way looked like the ROCK.       anywho i shoudl probably get back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 will come very shortly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm sugar crytals found in the bottom of brians drawer Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113433826531697586?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113433826531697586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113433826531697586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113433826531697586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113433826531697586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-all-so-close-i-can-feel-it-on-my.html' title='Its all so close i can feel it on my finger tips Part 1'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113379870122037467</id><published>2005-12-05T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:37.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ i can't take this place anymore</title><content type='html'>I have been having some trouble over the last month and a half living in this house with these 5 other girls. Now don't get Me wrong i really like 4 out of the 5 of them. I love hangin out with them, but when it comes to living with them i can't take it. Its seems to be that i can't take the way they live and i have put my foot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen has been a mess for about a week and a half and the dishwasher has been loaded with the same dishes for just as long. I had said from the start that i didn't want to use the dishwasher because it doesn't clean well, the soap is expensive and it uses hydro and water and shit. Anyway all summer we went with out using the dishwasher ....UNtil Laura got here and she was obviously to lazy to washer here own goddamn dishes. I final had it this morning. I had been telling Laura for like a week that the kitchen was disgusting and to clean it and get her fuckin beer bottles out of my site. She still hasn't done it and ontop of that i let her and her fuckin friends use my Nintendo and no the wall plug and TV plug is missing. I told her that she better get it back to me tonight or i am seriously going to rip at her. She also broke my microwave plate and still hasn't replaced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway this morning i went up stairs and took all my dishes, utensils and glasses and put them in my room so when i want to have a drink of water ill have a cup to put the water in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound like i am freaking out for no reason, but i have a standard in which i like to live my life and they are not facilitating that so i will take my own actions to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas decorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Miranda decided to go out yesterday and get decorations for the tree and a snow shovel for the driveway. I figured out how much everyone owed me and her and then posted it on the board and also showed everyone what we got. The first thing out of their mouths were why did you get expensive shit....... And then i let them know how much a shovel was and that it wasn't expansive. These people don't fuckin care about anything anyone does for them. I took time out of my day to go get stuff for the tree so that when Dallas came home last night we could decorate it, but all they do is complain. I give up, i am never doing anything nice for them again. I am sick and tired of being that bad guy asking for money and telling people to clean up their messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and because i knew that i would have a hard time getting the money from everyone, i decided to factor it into the hydro bill so instead of everyone paying $51 and still owing me $14.17 each i just added it to their hydro bill and subtracted it from my amount. All of a sudden Dallas says this isn't happening. Because she can't afford it. So i ask her "are you going to pay me what you owe me?" she says yes! And i say well then don't pay me and just added it to hydro bill...Less money exchange that way! But no she doesn't understand. eerrrrrrr frustration. I can't wait till May comes and i can get out of this house for good and ill never live with more then one other person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i feel a tad better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113379870122037467?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113379870122037467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113379870122037467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113379870122037467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113379870122037467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/12/jesus-christ-i-cant-take-this-place.html' title='Jesus Christ i can&apos;t take this place anymore'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113336844872797731</id><published>2005-11-30T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:37.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark your so cool</title><content type='html'>Well this morning when i got hom i found a large basket on my freezer.  At first i thought it was one of lindsays birthday presents, but after Mirnada woke up and told me that Mark (landlord) had brought it by for all of us, i got super excited.  I opened it up and WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta&lt;br /&gt;Pasta sause&lt;br /&gt;Tons of hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Fruit&lt;br /&gt;mugs filled with chocolate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;more Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Candy Canes&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am sure there is more i can't think of..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am sure you know what i did...Thats right, stuffed my face with all the candy i could take so now i am jumping off the walls in my house.  Oh and did i mention that i smell so i think i am going to take a shower:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113336844872797731?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113336844872797731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113336844872797731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113336844872797731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113336844872797731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/mark-your-so-cool.html' title='Mark your so cool'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113329283554586664</id><published>2005-11-29T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:37.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the weekend at home went well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_0021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/The%20whole%20family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/The%20whole%20family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look like a praying mantis gahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove home on friday, the drive was slightly long, but i had good company. I didn't have any placement this week which was kinda nice. What else did i do....well not to much. So anyway back to friday night. Got home Had an awesome dinner "pasta a la Bon gustia" or somthing like that. Then Me and Bri played my parents in Crockano , we lost :( Started to watch the nightmare before Christmas. Didn't get very far through it. saturday Was awoken by a very confused Brian. He thought it was 8:30 when it was actually 7:30 so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired - 1 hour of sleep = more tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out around the house all day, played Airhockey and Ping Pong........I am getting better. Then to redeem ourselves, me and Bri Played my mom and dad a Euchre...We totally creamed them. It was great. Then sab and Bri came over with the kids and we watch the Leafs and Canadians Leafs 4-3 in over time it was great. Made the night that much more positive. Dad and me played some ping pong and Bri (my Bri) and Sab played airhockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my money issue all sorted out so i am in a Plus 5 mood. I was thinking about going to sports mart today to look at soem jackets. Ohhhhhh i am soooo excited. Christmas is going to rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok right now i am a little to excited to type. Today was the last assessment class ever, out test is on the 6th of Dec and i think im going to study for that all this weekend ohhh and work on EBFUCKINP. BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;what iam listening:&lt;/span&gt; Come on-A my house - Rosemary Clooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frigin i gotts to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113329283554586664?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113329283554586664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113329283554586664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113329283554586664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113329283554586664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-weekend-at-home-went-well.html' title='So the weekend at home went well'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113286433710511016</id><published>2005-11-24T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:37.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its smells like sick winter</title><content type='html'>i walked out of my room and smelt a strange smell....i think it may be miranda's puke.  Yes you hear it form me first my house is sick....i am not but 4 of them are.  That would be Miranda Jackie Lindsay and Laura! And the feeling of winter is back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingston area is being hit with samanela posioning from bean sprouts.  Alot of queens students are getting sick.  hummm could it be why 4 of my house mates are sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113286433710511016?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113286433710511016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113286433710511016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113286433710511016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113286433710511016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-smells-like-sick-winter.html' title='Its smells like sick winter'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113269725329263241</id><published>2005-11-22T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep tonight .....</title><content type='html'>everybodies saying everything is all right.&lt;br /&gt;still i could close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and see the tunnel at the end of all these lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny days Oh where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;i get the strangest feeling you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it always ran on me&lt;br /&gt;is it because i lied when i was seventeen&lt;br /&gt;why does it always rain on me&lt;br /&gt;even when the sun is shining i can avoid the light that  ohhh where did the blue ski gooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it raining...its sooo cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i should go have a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i won't do placement tomorrow! i think ill leave it for another week sweetness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113269725329263241?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113269725329263241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113269725329263241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113269725329263241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113269725329263241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-sleep-tonight.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep tonight .....'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113259197249829425</id><published>2005-11-21T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its gettin down to the Crunch</title><content type='html'>last night i was overwhelmed by the amount of work i have on my shoudlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where i stand right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Nov 22nd~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client Profile care plan&lt;br /&gt;journal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Nov 24th 8:30-11:300~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perform Assessment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Nov 26th~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBP - Nurses' knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Nov 28th 1 hour~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBP - Group presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Nov 29th~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Study&lt;br /&gt;Journal&lt;br /&gt;Issue paper 1500 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Dec 4th~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBP - Reflective Writing Exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Dec 6th~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client Profile care plan&lt;br /&gt;Assessment Final Exam&lt;br /&gt;Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Dec 9th~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBP - Reading and Critiquing Research&lt;br /&gt;(supposed to be done in pairs but i don't have one&lt;br /&gt; cause there weren't enough poeple in the class, so i am doing it on my own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Dec 10th~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBP - Appendices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Dec 12th~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBP - Professional Portfolio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Dec 13th~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory Final Exam&lt;br /&gt;Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i feel like its actually rediculus how much stuff they have assigned to us, and thats not even all of it i still have to factor in Placement twice a week for 7 hours a day.  and class on monday and tuesday 8:30 - 3:30.  I really think it would be a good idea to bring in this list and show the teachers.  they don't communicate with each other so they have no idea how much work we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that i don't have a life anymore, i am really looking forward to Dec 13th.  I think it will feel like one of the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still also forgot about going home within the next two weekends. If i do go home i am gonna have to work there too.  I just need a visual of everythign i have to do and how much time i have to do it in.  It might help me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am just waiting for Brian to get home, i miss him so much and its only been 3 days.  Well back to work i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113259197249829425?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113259197249829425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113259197249829425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113259197249829425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113259197249829425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-gettin-down-to-crunch.html' title='Its gettin down to the Crunch'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113258950403037465</id><published>2005-11-21T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat likes to eat plastic jelly fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113258950403037465?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113258950403037465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113258950403037465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113258950403037465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113258950403037465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-cat-likes-to-eat-plastic-jelly-fish.html' title='My cat likes to eat plastic jelly fish'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113237900167586440</id><published>2005-11-17T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Well my birthday definitely beat last years, i didn't get locked out of any rooms and no one stole my alcohol ....And i didn't even throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started pretty great, Every house i went t o during placement, Kelly would announce it was my birthday. She gave me a little present too. When i got home from placement i took a nap cause i was super exhausted and the Bri called and woke me, so i could get ready for dinner. We went to EastSideMarios, i had veal and pasta. Brian got me some really nice flowers and a kinder surprise (it was a good one to, not like a puzzle of something that you don't have to put together, it was actually a blue convertible) I drank Gin and tonic all night, and kept a pretty good buzz, i didn't have to buy any of my own drinks and i got 2 birthday shout outs at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little ticked that mere, Nicole and Sarah didn't wish me happy birthday till like 11:58 at night, talk about leaving it to the last minute. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were no picture which is kinda a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i am beat, i think i am going to go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113237900167586440?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113237900167586440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113237900167586440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113237900167586440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113237900167586440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-my-birthday.html' title='Its My Birthday!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113194579410884635</id><published>2005-11-14T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was strange in the most strange way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It seems like everything just came down to one single problem. I couldn't tell you what the problem was, but i knew how to push it out of the way for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I sat on the coach deep in some sorta of concocted misery. i ate right out of the pot, and i felt what came with that empty pot. The one or two pieces of macaroni stuck to the side, the ones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;that weren't scraped free, they didn't look tempting at all, they actually looked gross. The ones you eat around but if your really still hungry after finishing everything else, you'll eat them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The past seems to wash over me a lot, its unexpected and some times it makes me crazy. Maybe i am crazy, maybe its this wanting to be different from everyone else that makes me crazy. Or maybe its because i have stumbled across some assortment of ideas that just happen to be the correct ones, but humanity cannot deal with the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;this weekend was pretty fun, Friday was great. i went to Bob and Kelly's house to watch the guys play Snakes and ladders. I got pretty involved with the drinking and even poured myself a estimated shot in a tumbler (those are never good). I had a fun time with Brian, it feels so good to be around him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i am looking forward to sleeping in my bed tonight. My new pillows make it so worth it. They are like those pillows you see on the TV shows and in commercials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My bed in its present state: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/400/IMG_6632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bones is in his routine position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i am heading to bed, i am beat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113194579410884635?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113194579410884635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113194579410884635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113194579410884635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113194579410884635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-was-strange-in-most-strange-way.html' title='It was strange in the most strange way'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113191539347881227</id><published>2005-11-13T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy</title><content type='html'>So last night i got really drunk and ended up smashing my head off Brian's bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, Brians sister came down to visit him and the plan was to do some pre drinking at his house, With Bob and kelly too. But i got to drunk and made it all the way to the bathroom, where i ended up bashing my head off the soap holder in the tub. My head has a huge bump on it now. So now again i have missed another outting, prospects for me making all the way through my birthday look pretty grim, but i will switch to Gin instead of Vodka, i think that may help me make it through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Bar-ing is in order for thursday.  Lindsay and Dallas are going to come too so that will be great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats really ticking me off right now it the fact that on friday i was not here and yet someone...i suspision Patty, came into my room and smoked a cigarette, then put it out in one of my candles and didn't clean up his mess. I am really becoming dissapointed in him. He seems to be doing really sketch ball thing to me. I am not impressed and i think he should give me an apology for what he did. But who do i really blame for it? LAURA, why you ask? Because it always seems that these things happen when laura invites these disrespecting people to our house, (or dorm room when that was the case). and the other girls in the house (i have been living with them longer) and their friends have never done anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i guess you are wondering why my door was open? my cat likes to sleep in my room, so i leave the door open a crack so that he can get out or in when he wants. I guess i can't do that anymore because of some people who don't respect other peoples property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ranting about laura could go on for hours, i have so many things that could make the list but because i am steaming just thinking about it, i'll give it a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONe more thing, just to get it off my mind. Laura has this obsession with locking her bedroom door all the time and all the house doors...even when she is home. Laura we don't live in the ghetto and second Lindsay, jackie, dallas and i made it all summer without having anyone try to break into our house. we left the door unlocked during the day because we all have places to go and usually some one is home. i talked to her today about it and she gives me her little "i don't feel safe unless the doors are locked" Poor little orleans bubble laura dosen't feel safe in her own house. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarcasim*&lt;/span&gt; someone is gonna come and steal her precious laptop, patterned plates and pink everything from her room. , or wait maybe shes afraid of getting kidnapped and held ransome, i have a tear for her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sarcasim over*&lt;/span&gt; Lindsay and Dallas came home last night from the bars in a taxi and they had money inside to pay him. Laura had locked all the doors in the house and when they bang on the doors for several minutes and loud loud! laura didn't answer. and guess where she was? On the couch right beside the front door, like she was on gaurd or something. Anyone would be woken by Dallas banging a broom on your window! COME ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats what really grinds my gears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113191539347881227?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113191539347881227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113191539347881227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113191539347881227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113191539347881227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113151473404886954</id><published>2005-11-09T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a dinner should be</title><content type='html'>A dinner should be tasty and fullfilling, leave you satisfyied and not wanting anymore then what you just ingested.  It should make you smile and think "WOW the steak was cooked perfectly"  and "i don't think i could recreate tha meal if i tried"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dinner should not be COLD, over flavoured (because then your taste buds get over loaded and you could die) to complex or too simple, 3 is a good number for friends on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak&lt;br /&gt;Potatos&lt;br /&gt;Carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two is just ....well the number to me seems like it couldn't satisfy me.  The plate may be to big in my mind for 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-shirts with catchy sayings and funny punch lines .......i hate em and they stink.  I am not sure why, i think it might be the fact that i know some other person is going to be wearing it so i know its not original.  just some stupid thing to add to popular demand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113151473404886954?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113151473404886954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113151473404886954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113151473404886954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113151473404886954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-dinner-should-be.html' title='What a dinner should be'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113148323169878105</id><published>2005-11-08T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BONJOUR</title><content type='html'>SO this weekend was a pretty big success!  I got my recert done and my CPR updated, that's out of the way now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Sarah Came over and we hung out for a while, she had brought over some stuff to work on, Designs for her GD program at Humber. She was talking about this cup she had to cut in half so me, brian (and some long distance help from jason)and her thought of some ways to cut it. We attempted to use a dremal but that was very unsuccessful!&lt;br /&gt;I also got a hold of Shar and she told me when i had to be up at Heights ......8:30AM  ....WHHAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;No sleeping in for me.&lt;br /&gt;Me and BRI raided the cupboards and fridge for cheese and crackers and all kinds of yummy snacks. Sarah, and i made perogies, they were so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bed by 11:30 and that includes studying for the recert. :( so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i forgot to report on my IKEA adventure. I love that place so much, it took Whit, Bri and I an hour and a half to go through it and it was so worth it. I got some cups for the kitchen (now they all match) and Brian got a whole shit load of tea lights, oven mitts (what was he doing with out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hem in the first place ...i don't know....*cough* burnt finger)  and a chopper.    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up at 6:30, and i studied more for the recert. Off to heights. I was there from 8:15am till 7:30 at night. I was super tired, but on the plus side i got to see all the patrollers from 2 years ago and i got my CPR recert too, so that's all out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Saturday Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Went to Jackasstors with Brian, Sabrina, Mike, Veronica and B (this is what Brian wants me to call him now, its not gonna happen, but because it will alleviate confusion at the moment its being used) It was a pretty fun time, we had territory wars (crayones were used to mark our territory on the table and then I sabatoged everyones) and ice cube fights (consisting of veronica and Sabrina flicking water at me, i fell off my chair, and putting ice cubes in my coat pockets) and i also got pretty drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PAN BREAD RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Slept in till about 10ish and then i put in laundry and got that ball rolling. I made Breakfast for Bri and me and he burned all my moms Christmas CDS. SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;then we played air hockey SCORE 38 - 38 then we played some piano, and looked at some geek pictures of me from elementary school and high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Tegan and Sara &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALBUM&lt;/span&gt; So Jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Sab and Brian's for dinner.   Veronica came over to and Dinner was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The Menu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee and wine &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork cutlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Garlic Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Crisp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We played Dr. Mario and Tetris too, Domenic even came over ! i hadn't seen him in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then WE went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And here are some pictures from the weekend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Trip%20to%20Alliston%20068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113148323169878105?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113148323169878105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113148323169878105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113148323169878105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113148323169878105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/bonjour.html' title='BONJOUR'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113099844533680710</id><published>2005-11-03T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything has changed so much since the summer #2</title><content type='html'>I was just looking at some peoples blogs today, wow have things changed!  It all happens so fast, but what can i say i guess everything does .   i should be getting to bed since it is 1 in the morning and i havn't stayed up this late in forever.   I am such a geek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to future shop today and i got the MINI.  Ya iam back to that...oh well, the thing that i have for my car is so sweet.  Its this device that plugs into the lighter outlet and my Mini plugs into it and it  transmits through radio frequency.  The thing is, its clear as a bell, unlike those itrips.  Its a great thing and i can't believe i got it for free WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway goodnight ALL, the weekend is just around the bend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113099844533680710?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113099844533680710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113099844533680710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113099844533680710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113099844533680710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything-has-changed-so-much-since.html' title='Everything has changed so much since the summer #2'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113094597349676618</id><published>2005-11-02T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food!  i love it</title><content type='html'>I got a parking ticket yesterday for parking infront of my house.  What bullshit is that, well i am obviously not paying for it.  I went to Town hall and filled out some form telling them why im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes alittle something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM NOT PAYING FOR THIS TICKET.  I live at 12 foster st, which is where my car was parked when you ticketed me.  I live with 5 other people and 2 of them also drive cars.  The drive way makes it impossible for me to park in there, during class...if any of the people in my house need their cars i would have to move mine and i would be in class so that wouldn't be happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed at the fact that i had to waste gas and my time to go to Town Hall and do this, i think they should have parking exceptions for anyone who lives in that subdivision.    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MEAT HEAD metermaids hate their life and they just love to make other people suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So my Halloween was a downer, no going out no drinking no nothing...well actually i did get my hair dyed.  It looks pretty sweet.  It took lindsay about 3 hours to do it but it turned out beautifully!  Its Red and Brownish ...well you'd have to see it to get the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i went to bed at like 10:00 o'clock....ON halloween , what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Brian came over and i made veal parmishan, i was actully surpsised at how good it turned out.  I am going to cook homemade meals more often, i also figured out that i f i go grocery shopping every week, i can get some fresh food instead of the traditional "shop for food that will last for a month" (freezer stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought tons of cold meats, and this morning i made myself an awesome toasted sandwich.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on the agenda for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm meeting with Veronique, now i can see how i did in placement&lt;br /&gt;after meeting, go visit Kori, hopefully he will be there so we can chat.&lt;br /&gt;maybe clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;watch Beetlejuice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i think that i will be going to future shop and picking up the mini, i have thought about it alot and i really liked the mini, it was a good product, and i must admit i was a little hard on it.....although i really wanted the classic ipod but i can't run with that, and the nano is just not up to par! Its small and light but they get scratched easily and ..well fell apart with in 30 days of having it.  So if i go back to the Mini i can use my fancy car gadget for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;MAGIC 8 BALL&lt;/span&gt; says: all signs point to "DOOoooo IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on the Mcdonalds monopoly, we have every one that you can possibly get with out winning,  so now its just waiting to see if the lucky on will come along....probably not, but it doesn't hurt to dream a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to do the Ski patrol cert this weekend that should be fun, and the outting with Sab, Bri, Mike, VV and Brian will be awesome   (And no i didn't put the same Brian in there twice, its 2 different ones ..this could get complicated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its shower time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113094597349676618?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113094597349676618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113094597349676618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113094597349676618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113094597349676618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/food-i-love-it.html' title='Food!  i love it'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113095858935508566</id><published>2005-11-02T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:36.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you doing</title><content type='html'>i was listening to country and i think i still am, what is this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113095858935508566?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113095858935508566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113095858935508566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113095858935508566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113095858935508566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-are-you-doing.html' title='what are you doing'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113076846609721634</id><published>2005-10-31T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning light makes me think of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;APPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;LLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/cheat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/cheat.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing in my patients room, i looks out to see the sky lite up with glowing red. Its the most beautiful thing, and i want to see it with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an early rise today, the cat kept scratching at me.  Well i guess its a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad are now sitting in the intensly bright sun in a Aruba. I am so jealous of them, i hope when i am older and married i can take trips to aruba or some exotic place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthdays in 18 days, its so close i can feel it yet at the same time i don't want it to come. i love Birthdays, but it seems that i get a slight feeling of sadness on those days, just cause i know it won' last very long, and the next morning when i open my eyes i have nothing to look forward to. Althougt it seems now a days i wake up and i can only think of one person and always wanting to see them. I never thought i could spend every waking moment with someone and still that not be enough. The one good thing about being away from him is i can have that time to miss him and think about how lucky i am. And that what i look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS IN 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am think maybe i should get dressed, what to wear ...its halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done and done...oh i look like a catholic school girl ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am listening to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Someday you will be loved ~ Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back l8ter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113076846609721634?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113076846609721634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113076846609721634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113076846609721634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113076846609721634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/morning-light-makes-me-think-of-you.html' title='morning light makes me think of you'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113073426125237528</id><published>2005-10-30T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is different, no two people are the same..But we all make mistakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_6584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dropping by to say hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Halloween party went well, lots of people came, but i wouldn't know cause i passed out again before 12.     Uhthankyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my costume rocked Pink Punker! The hair was sweet too Mohawk central (it kinda fell forward though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ill be back tomorrow, i am out Major tom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113073426125237528?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113073426125237528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113073426125237528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113073426125237528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113073426125237528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/everyone-is-different-no-two-people.html' title='Everyone is different, no two people are the same..But we all make mistakes!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113052333683038875</id><published>2005-10-28T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear that goddamn clock ticking .....and i really wanna crush it, LIKE A BUG</title><content type='html'>Time seems to be winding down extra fast.  I have 1 and a half Client profiles to do taday, then dinner with the Ex ..., i shouldn't refer to him as that.  Lets call him friend # 2 hahahaha, no just Will.  After dinner ....MORE PUMPKIN CARVING.  Brian has a chance to redeem himself. and i can make another masterfull piece of work.   GO LEAFS GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have a Halloween party tomorrow night, the Kitchen is A MEss and a half.  I have taken a stand not to clean it.  Since its all drunk people mess anyway,  Its also  not healthy to make food in so thank god i am eating out tonight.  SUNDAY is study day again it should be called Studay, i just love those days and the i get a whole new week.  No more clinical YESSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i should get back to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113052333683038875?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113052333683038875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113052333683038875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113052333683038875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113052333683038875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hear-that-goddamn-clock-ticking-and.html' title='I hear that goddamn clock ticking .....and i really wanna crush it, LIKE A BUG'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113046838230890549</id><published>2005-10-27T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The brown Bag theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The Brown Bag Theory may be Far out there for some of you but this is what i have concluded from my experience with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The Brown Bag&lt;/span&gt; is a very unlucky bag, it causes me much grief when i use it and it seems to break alot too. Now you may be think to yourself why not stop using it! Well the bag always seems good at the time but once i have all my stuff packed into...by the way its a big bag and it fits tons of stuff in it...its too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets stuck on everything possible&lt;br /&gt;its causes frustration when carrying it (always slips off my shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;the strap unbuckles time and time again&lt;br /&gt;it is always in the middle of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight and today for example it did all these things, it kept getting stuck under the rollie chair and actually made me scream out loud when i was trying to get out of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think i might stop using the bag after today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well back to the homework Boooo to that !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113046838230890549?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113046838230890549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113046838230890549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113046838230890549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113046838230890549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/brown-bag-theory.html' title='The brown Bag theory'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113035206145315154</id><published>2005-10-26T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little frustrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_6513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Flu shot yesterday :( i really didn't want it, but i sucked it up and Jen and I went and got them. Mine hurt like a bitch and my arm is still tender today. I hate needles so much. They make my skin crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went out for pizza @ philthy's with Brian ...I love their free pizza its so AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;I ate so much food last night and the strange thing ...I was still hungry as ever. I could have ate the second pizza no problem LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i got a good start today woke up early on my day off and clean my downstairs area including laundry room.  Did 2 load of laundry so far and am still planning to do a 3rd.  and no i am preparing to go to the hospital for the last time this semester.  On friday i will no longer be on Connell 9 ~ General Surgery, I will be in the community (clinics) and i won't have to wake up @ 5:30 am. &lt;br /&gt;So long for now, ill be back in a couple of hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113035206145315154?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113035206145315154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113035206145315154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113035206145315154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113035206145315154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-frustrated.html' title='A little frustrated'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113021635065639398</id><published>2005-10-25T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A giant pink bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1541732.html"&gt;Pink bunny story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/pink-bunny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/pink-bunny1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1541732.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113021635065639398?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113021635065639398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113021635065639398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113021635065639398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113021635065639398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/giant-pink-bunny.html' title='A giant pink bunny'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113021365965200969</id><published>2005-10-25T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most lovely smile is the one that makes you cry when its not there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Parry%20Sound%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Parry%20Sound%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally found that smile that makes me happy all the time. Its a happiness that i never thought i would find ...But because i stopped looking, i found it. And its as perfect as it could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my ring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it a while back and i couldn't remember the last time i had it on. I was a bit upset about it, but i realized that i never seem to find anything when i am looking for it ...So i forgot about it. One day i saw my cat crawl out from under my bed and i wondered where he slept under there. If he had a little spot that was comfortable or something he would curl up on. I grabbed a flash light to check it out and the first thing the light shone upon was my ring. It was really strange! It was just sitting there all alone, nothing around it. It brought on an extreme feeling of contentment. This made me think that some things are just meant to happen and they will always find away to happen even if they seem impossible at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ring story is a perfect description of the events that have recently taken place in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113021365965200969?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113021365965200969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113021365965200969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113021365965200969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113021365965200969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/most-lovely-smile-is-one-that-makes.html' title='The most lovely smile is the one that makes you cry when its not there!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113011809577559523</id><published>2005-10-23T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man who knows what women WANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/LCiamyour%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/LCiamyour%20man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who is feeling stressed or anxious or even just raged out of their mind i recommend you Grab a copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Leonard Cohen - Im Your man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; or in that case anything by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most relaxing singers i have ever heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to his greatest hits right now.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a great song to start off with, it will give you a little feel of whats to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113011809577559523?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113011809577559523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113011809577559523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113011809577559523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113011809577559523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/man-who-knows-what-women-want.html' title='A man who knows what women WANT!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113009272678845800</id><published>2005-10-23T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never go to bulk barn, its bad news!</title><content type='html'>Its freezing in here..I can fix that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*empties de-humidifier*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night I ingested way to much crap food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 double cheese burgers and fries from McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;2. Sour gummie worms&lt;br /&gt;3. Gummie Bears&lt;br /&gt;4. Rose buds&lt;br /&gt;5. Sour rootbeer gummies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach actually did well though, it hurt for maybe ten minutes and then went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went Bowling with Bri and Jay Z HIZO.....ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty well, by the second game i wasn't getting gutter balls anymore. I actually got a bunch of strikes and spares.  Jason was wicked, he got so many strikes i lost count.... alot of turkeys!   Bri was pretty good too, but way better at cooking.  He made leek soup.... umm delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the bulk barn yesterday for SOMETHING specific and came out with a Kilo of candy and not what we went in for! (we kinda forgot)  I got red pistashios but man did they suck not even the least bit salty.  I feel like going there and demanding $4.44 Back.  What do they think, that they can pull the wool over my eyes, they probably made more money off that!  passing unsalted nuts off for salted ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Skincarver ~ Danzig   a little heavy, but i am enjoying it at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer needs to be reformatted and i think that future shop may have ripped me off.  When i bought my computer .  They said i had a DVD burner and as it turns out i may not!  So guess who else is gonna get a visit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all the pumpkin carving i got an infection in my thumb.  It was soo painful yesterday i could actually feel my heart beating in it, but its all healed now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think i am going to go have  bath now.   Umm um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyones weekends were great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113009272678845800?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113009272678845800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113009272678845800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113009272678845800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113009272678845800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/never-go-to-bulk-barn-its-bad-news.html' title='Never go to bulk barn, its bad news!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-113011822357750645</id><published>2005-10-22T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:35.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As of saturday i am that much closer to $100,000,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Monopoly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-113011822357750645?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/113011822357750645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=113011822357750645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113011822357750645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/113011822357750645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-of-saturday-i-am-that-much-closer.html' title='As of saturday i am that much closer to $100,000,000'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112983185043510925</id><published>2005-10-20T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESENTING...The pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_6552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_6550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_6557.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_6556.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/IMG_6572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/IMG_6572.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres how it works...the group picture is all the pumpkins we carved last night. Each of us thought our own pumpkin was the Best so you have to help us and vote for your favorite! Their names are&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Toronto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;maple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;leafs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;pide&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;r W&lt;/span&gt;eb&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;the Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ummmmm BAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 4.  Was supposed to be &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/vcr_sb.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but Bri punched his face in and ended up making a bat. He blames me for the destruction of strong bad...I was just try to fix it a swear!&lt;br /&gt;Brian says "I will be re-doing mine...For obvious reasons" the rest of the identities to the pumpkins will not be revealed due to....Well I think you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good effort everyone! *two large thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all the pumpkins carving went well.  Pumpkin seeds were even made and I am eating them as I speak!  SOOOO good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112983185043510925?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112983185043510925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112983185043510925' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112983185043510925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112983185043510925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/presentingthe-pumpkins.html' title='PRESENTING...The pumpkins'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112973643576158910</id><published>2005-10-19T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not going to fix it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;just so everyone can get a good laugh at my spelling errors! I realized that its not pretty and if you really want me to fix it here you go ...BOWL..... It was a bowl of pasta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P   your all super mean LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kori kori kori my sweater is a sweater don't worry about it (I eventually would like it back but no rush)....Although I would like to see you some time soon. You know your always welcome to stop by my house after class, I do live about 20 seconds off the beeton path. And that goes for anyone, my house has a spinny door so visitors are always welcome!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;12 foster street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I cleaned the fridge this morning. You know what?... It was actually strange, I was sleeping and all I could think of was the fridge and how messy it was and how badly I wanted to clean it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Is that being obsessive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Anyway I cleaned it and took about half the food that was in it OUT. No body will take out their own rotting food. Its kinda gross.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't believe I woke for the soul purpose of cleaning the fridge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a week or two ago Laura came across some shriveled potatoes in a drawer, instead of doing anything about it, she just wrote a note to the house that there were potatoes that needed to be tossed ......Bitch you have hands, fuckin use 'em! (oh that felt so good to say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAtely she has been getting on my nerves! Its not that she really does anything, but its the fact that she goes out of her way to avoid me. Like I was the Norwalk or something. To tell you the truth I think Lindsay is even more pissed about this then I am! She is pissed that Laura really has no reason to not like me but she still does anyway. I am sure there are some underlying reason....*cough jealous * excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;at&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie was going to drive Laura, Mike, Bedford and Dallas downtown, but around the same time I wanted to go do banking so I offered to take them off Jackie's hands. Right when I said this Lindsay said "I bet she won't come now cause your driving!" I agreed with her, but she really had only 2 choices ..1. Come with me 2. Don't come and get left behind ...So obviously she would pick 1. BUT instead she added a 3. I didn't give her permission to add a 3. Come but let everyone get in the car first and wait 10 minutes for her slow ass. Then after honking several times finally make her fine exist out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I ALMOST FORGOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;AR&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;Y @ MY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;USE  OCT&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;BER 2&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;, 200&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ts A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HALLOWEEN PARTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;AND EVER&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YONE IS INVITED&lt;/span&gt; ~ plea&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;se dress to im&lt;/span&gt;pre&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(costumes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am think out loud at the moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;what I'm listening to: Guns'n'roses ~ November Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is inching up quite fast, sooner then you know it all be 20 ..The big two OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I think I am just gonna make a nice dinner for me and someone else ;) enjoy my new found maturity! But mark my words I will never ever be a fully mature person. My youthful/never serious/joking personality is what I really do love about myself. Its A shame not to be able to enjoy life!&lt;/span&gt;    humm well I think that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tomorrow will be pumpkin carving REVIEW .Hope it goes well! Pictures of all the fab pumpkins will be posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112973643576158910?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112973643576158910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112973643576158910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112973643576158910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112973643576158910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-not-going-to-fix-it.html' title='I am not going to fix it'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112970068025376450</id><published>2005-10-18T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new post for a new day</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting my blog lately, maybe because i am busy or maybe because i am busy, either way i decided to take some time out of my busy life .....HA....to update the bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sickness has passed. I feel Great, i am eating again, my appetite is back with a vengeance. It seems that ever since Friday I have been wanting food more then ever. Like 30 minutes ago I made a bowel of pasta and that was at 12:20am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now I am thinking about tomorrow. I am freakin excited about the pumkin carving and lost too. Bri is gonna join the festivities and hopefully drag Jason too. Freamo and Miranda and Dallas to man our kitchen is going to be splattered with pumkin guts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Christmas lights in the kitchen and they look sooo cool. They are behind the rather large collection of bottles above our cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER POINT FOR HILLARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am too tired to write anymore but ill come back tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112970068025376450?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112970068025376450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112970068025376450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112970068025376450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112970068025376450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-post-for-new-day.html' title='A new post for a new day'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112926460877526715</id><published>2005-10-14T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey of my sickness</title><content type='html'>So I think its day three of having this crazy "enteritis" eating has been out of the question for me lately, you now just white bread and gatorade. Its been leaving me kinda lethargic , no sorry really lethargic! I went to do research today and I talked to the head nurse. She told me to go home and eat something and see how I feel...So I went home and made chicken noodle soup. I eat half the bowel and was stuffed (like I had just eaten the thanksgiving dinner from Sunday, although I think I felt even more stuffed with the soup) so food was crossed off the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid on the couch watching TV and trying to find a comfortable position so I wasn't dying of pain (2 thumbs down) watched survivor and CSI (it was good tonight...Like always) then I decided after seeing so many food commercials, that I needed something to eat. POTATOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boiled some potatoes and mashed them real good.  I was soooooo excited for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wolfed down as much as I could bear and had a couple glasses of water to follow. Then I got this strange feeling. I was in Miranda's room reading some instructions to some medication and I felt dizzy ...Really dizzy, then it hit me, I had energy! I freaked right out and got super excited. I even felt semi ok. So I sat and chatted with the girls as they were getting ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left and I was now heading to my room. I close the door behind me put on some PJ's and it hits me. Nausea full on. I dash to the bathroom making it in the nick of time. This is my first day of vomiting and surprisingly it made me feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I will try to sleep ...heres to some success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112926460877526715?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112926460877526715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112926460877526715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112926460877526715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112926460877526715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/journey-of-my-sickness.html' title='The journey of my sickness'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112914777584506979</id><published>2005-10-12T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know what it is now</title><content type='html'>i have viral gostroenteritis, how i got it?   i am not sure, but i can tell you one thing IT BLOWS&lt;br /&gt;so am down for the count, still not eating anything.  waiting for bread and gatoraid. :(&lt;br /&gt;back to bed i go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112914777584506979?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112914777584506979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112914777584506979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112914777584506979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112914777584506979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-know-what-it-is-now.html' title='i know what it is now'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112913568089820618</id><published>2005-10-12T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOB SOB SOB!</title><content type='html'>pains progressively get worse and more frequent ...some one please kill me!  how will i go to clinical tomorrow if i am running to the bathroom every 5 minutes and the only way it stops is if i don't eat! and that leads to hunger and lethargy, jesus fuckin christ!        sob sob sob and thats my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it i am gonna see if i can make it to the stupid health centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112913568089820618?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112913568089820618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112913568089820618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112913568089820618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112913568089820618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/sob-sob-sob.html' title='SOB SOB SOB!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112913334742009533</id><published>2005-10-12T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still in pain</title><content type='html'>my stomach is relentless, its now been over 24 hours since it stared hurting and i feel just as crappy as i did yesterday morning when i woke up.  Any food seems to be doing it now.  Solution - don't eat anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the leafs won last night!  I didn't get to watch the game because we couldn't find what channel it was on (Jason says it wasn't on at all which is total bullshit), but we did end up watching the Gilmore Girls...Oh man the funniest shit ever ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now iam waiting for lindsay to call me so i can go and pick her up.  i hate waiting!  i think she got someone else to pick her up thank god, i don't think i could if i really wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting hate mail from my sister hehehe.  she would now like me to refer to bones  as "my sisters cat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats enough for today i feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna lay down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112913334742009533?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112913334742009533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112913334742009533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112913334742009533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112913334742009533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-still-in-pain.html' title='I am still in pain'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112905223382158876</id><published>2005-10-11T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>theres a chill in the air</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a happy thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was pretty good, Mom made a perfect turkey as per usual.  the bread stuffing rocked and so did the mashed potatos ( i made those hehe).  Nanny and Grandpa came up too!   I was shocked when i saw grandpa, he had a cast on and sounded horrible.  can you believe this: he has a cast on his right foot and he drove from Barrie to my house (a half hour drive).  Some times i think my grandpa is to much of a thrill seeker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding dress shopping with VV, Sab and Mom was pretty fun.  Its been a while since i spent time with all of them together.  Veronica had some succese, now she didn't pick a dress, but she did find a special few that she really liked.  I could tell she was torn between two of them.  It must be such a hard desicion for her ( but i think she should make it on her own because its her dress for her special day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my cat back home to kingston with me, he seems to be adapting well.  I think he likes all the people in the house.  I have been debating about letting him outside or making him an indoor cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pros   &lt;/span&gt;                    &amp;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cons      &lt;/span&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;of being an indoor cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;he won't get hurt                  he likes to go outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;he'll stay clean                      litter box will be changed alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;he won't get hit by a car     trying to keep him inside is tricky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;no fleas either         &lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5:30am to my stomach feeling the worst its ever felt.  this lasted for about an hour then i had this stronge urge to vomit so i ran upstairs and sat by the toilet talking to jackie.  After that passed the stomach pains came back and they felt just as bad.  i ended up missing class this morning and instead i got to dash back and forth to the bathroom (to tell you the truth i would have rather been in class)  So in conclusion i have not had a good nights rest PERIOD!  i think i got about 3 hours of decent sleep and the nausea is an off/on thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did i tell you i am going to win a $10,000 shopping spree.  I am going about it a different way now..instead if thinking i won't win  (and i never do) i will now think that i will!  and hopefully on the first of November i will be able to tell you guys that i won A sweet shopping spree:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iam gonna go lay in my bed and see if i can get some rest now, so much for looking for a job today, I look and feel awful :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hopefully tomorrow will be a good day and by friday it will be great....LEts hit the road to Perrysound HOTTUB and sauna here i come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am down for the count!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112905223382158876?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112905223382158876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112905223382158876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112905223382158876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112905223382158876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-chill-in-air.html' title='theres a chill in the air'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112865745916722614</id><published>2005-10-06T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:34.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIG IS THE ONLY THING I CAN SAY</title><content type='html'>i have become really frustrated within the last half hour, i made a small mistake that turned into a big one and now i am upset because i feel like i am being fucked over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have a test tomorrow i need sleep cause i got to be up for 5:30.  i am also driving home too.  I have two people coming with me so that should really help me pay for the gas there and back. &lt;br /&gt;ill update later during the weekend,  when i actually feel like talking about soemthing other then the fact that i am angry.  gerrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't ever do stop listening to your friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112865745916722614?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112865745916722614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112865745916722614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112865745916722614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112865745916722614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/frig-is-only-thing-i-can-say.html' title='FRIG IS THE ONLY THING I CAN SAY'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112855147526612297</id><published>2005-10-05T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A split headache and some free apple stuff</title><content type='html'>Today my mom called me to let me know that she talked to one of the guys at apple and he is sending me a wall charger for my ipod plus i am also allowed to pick $150 worth of accesories off the apple web site for my brand new Ipod.  now tell me if thats not a deal.  All thanks to my mom and her very good skills with people......i think i owe her a little surpise;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor today and had to get a second physical, ugg, but thank god thats over with.  Last night was pretty fun.  Bri came over around 7 and we watched more LOST and stuffed our faces with snacks.   Mike, Laura, Dallas and Lindsay decided to drink.  Mike was drinking a Large bottle of wine.  Mike + any type of alcohol = Really bad turnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he was set on driving home after he had drank a whole bottle, but i would have none of that in my house.  I wrestled him to the ground in the middle of the road, and after about 5 minutes of pain i fianlly got the keys from him and hide them in my room.   Good deed done for the day!  After Laura and Mike went out to the Bars, me and Lindsay sat at in the Kitchen and had a nice chat.  after that i went to bed.... and then was woken at 230 by Mike wanting his keys back.  Again ...NO DEAL MAGARNIGAL!  So i wrestled with him some more to try and calm him down....HE kept me up till 530 this morning.   So i think thats why my head hurts like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that i have my Nano, i am happy once again and i am back on my feet running around kingston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched about 15 lost eposoieds ...totally addicted still.&lt;br /&gt; lost is on tonight and so is first HOckey GAme yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to do shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112855147526612297?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112855147526612297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112855147526612297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112855147526612297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112855147526612297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/split-headache-and-some-free-apple.html' title='A split headache and some free apple stuff'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112831766093874972</id><published>2005-10-03T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Addicted to Lost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/1600/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2420/877/320/Loud%20Noises%20BBQ%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Brian i am now wasting time ...watching Lost (its a good waste of time though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud Noises BBQ went very well, didn't win at Bierut or anything for that matter, but i still had a rockin time. The food was excellent! my compliments to anyone who cooked...Matt the burgers were tasty indeed, i can honestly say that i don't think i have ever had a better burger, and the salad (a group effort) was great too. I really liked the pepper in it (i never thought to putting pepper in salads till now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan(*red polo shirt)&lt;br /&gt;trusty Jell-O shooter supplier, A big thanks Goes Out to HIm!!!! even when "others" told him to stop bringing them to me!&lt;br /&gt;I got the Nano, YESSSSS, i traded my mini to get it. I almost feel like i betrayed the Mini :( but man the nano is so small, how could i resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should get to sleep, got a test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112831766093874972?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112831766093874972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112831766093874972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112831766093874972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112831766093874972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-addicted-to-lost.html' title='I am Addicted to Lost!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112831817983950321</id><published>2005-10-03T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I perfected the chicken Parmishan sub and realized that its not my fault ....the chicken sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112831817983950321?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112831817983950321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112831817983950321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112831817983950321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112831817983950321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='UPDATE!!!!!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112796330601492128</id><published>2005-09-28T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets see how many times i can hurt myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pain rated on scale from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;3 hour time period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;walk in the door, go downstairs, on the way back up i hit my hip on the door knob &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;really strange but i hit my hand on something invisible jutting out of my door frame &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Cut finger with butter knife &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dresser Stress! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thats all i can think of right now ...just wait till tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112796330601492128?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112796330601492128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112796330601492128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112796330601492128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112796330601492128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/lets-see-how-many-times-i-can-hurt.html' title='lets see how many times i can hurt myself!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112796292484177207</id><published>2005-09-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a fight with my dresser!</title><content type='html'>My neck is killing me tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i got in a fight with my dresser, I kicked it and yelled at it "you fucking drawer CLOSE goddamn you" then i hit it some more! Its a piece of crap and this one drawer won't close because its kinda slanted, but it makes all the rest of the drawers get stuck to. I need a less used one! Maybe ill hit up the thrift House and see what i can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda found alot of mould under her bed today so we are getting all the carpets steam cleaned YESSSSS. Its gonna make this place smell so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut myslef with a butter knife this time while doing the dishes.  I hate dishes soooo much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here is my rant for today:&lt;/span&gt; Laura got her new computer, it came in alot of boxes and she just threw them all outside so the rain could get them all soaked, it makes our house look so trashy. I cleaned up outside today and put everything in that shed behind our house. Now its filled with beer bottles, wet boxes, tables and chairs. I was tempted to take the bottles back, but last time i did that Jackie yelled at me and told me they were all hers. I had to give her some of the money even though they had been sitting outside for over a month and i had to clean them all out and put them in blue boxes to get them to the beer store. Alot of effort on my part not rewarded in any way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i just got in shit for throwing Dallas' nasty slippers in the garbage. they had been outside for a month and had gotten wet then dried and infested and dried and wet and eww they were gross! I can't win here, Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i am listening to right now: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Police And The Private&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Metric&lt;/span&gt; (smashing song, its sooo good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mybar&lt;/span&gt; last night, i got pretty intoxicated. It was packed with people. GD people, man i don't know why i get so pissed but the GD people really know how to piss me off! they make Mybar their bar and everything is about GD and the fuckin GD Clan. Jesus why do they have to be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungout with Bri today, i got the Chicken Parmishan Sub and it was really good, the only thing i think i would change is that it be a little warmer and have some salt on it. Ummmm salt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my sub contained:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Breaded chicken&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lettuce&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomatos&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mayo (lots too)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cheese (not so much)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;marinara sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;parmishan cheese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; i think thats all.     Oh man i am soo hungry for one again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for a tasty snack Brian wipped out the onion dip and scoops. It was tasty, but i didn't have much cause the lactose Factor...and the onion (don't get me wrong i love onion in dip form, but it hates my stomach ..no matter how much i love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Stomach status:&lt;/span&gt; grim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112796292484177207?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112796292484177207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112796292484177207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112796292484177207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112796292484177207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-had-fight-with-my-dresser.html' title='I had a fight with my dresser!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112785854791638447</id><published>2005-09-27T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remove the remote from your pocket and look up at what your missing!</title><content type='html'>I am standing at the edge of a cliff, feeling everything I am. Smelling all that exists around me. For 2 Decades I have been on this earth, but if you were to ask me if I could remember all of that I would look you in straight in the eyes and say "HELL NO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about today, I have been going to bed a lot earlier then I normally do, I feel a lot more rested now. I guess that's what I have been doing wrong (not going to bed early) I was in a really good mood this morning, class was boring, but we had some lady come in to talk about sexual assault! I slept through most of it. Man she wouldn't stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay just walked into my room, she died some of her hair purple, some of it black and some blonde, I am not sure what to think of it! It smells good though, like flowers or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh after class I came back here and put some buttons on some pants. Watched the Gilmore Girls from last week. It was really shocking about how they are going about the plot for this season, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian got me hooked on Lost, I have been attempting to Download last season, but I am having no luck so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Marching Bands Of Manhattan - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, slightly nervous.  Not sure how it will work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I am going home next weekend to see the family, I am gonna miss everyone from K-Town. I really don't like leaving here, its home to me now. Somedays I feel like I should leave, like yesterday, but then I think about it more. I really would like to travel, but I think my life right now is up in the air, what ever happens will effect the way it falls. In the back of my mind I want someone to make me wanna stay here, or take me away somewhere new and different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;             DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;             I Will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Follow&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nto T&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;he Dark             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love of mine&lt;br /&gt;some day you will die &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be close behind &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you into the dark &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No blinding light&lt;br /&gt;or tunnels to gates of white&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just our hands clasped so tight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Waiting for the hint of a spark&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When your soul embarks &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In Catholic school&lt;br /&gt; as vicious as Roman rule&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I got my knuckles brusied&lt;br /&gt; by a lady in black &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I held my toungue&lt;br /&gt;as she told me &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Son&lt;br /&gt; fear is the heart of love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So I never went back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If there's no one beside&lt;br /&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt; have seen everything to see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From Bangcock to Calgary&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And the soles of your shoes&lt;br /&gt; are all worn down&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The time for sleep is now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's nothing to cry about&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause we'll hold each other soon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The blackest of rooms&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I recommend everyone have a listen to this song!  tell me what you think of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112785854791638447?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112785854791638447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112785854791638447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112785854791638447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112785854791638447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/remove-remote-from-your-pocket-and.html' title='Remove the remote from your pocket and look up at what your missing!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112778747586279945</id><published>2005-09-26T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake your Head, its empty!</title><content type='html'>Ohhh thank-you, I will be attending the "LOUD NOISES" Charity Barbecue, sounds like a plan!&lt;br /&gt;what time does it start?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and its crazy that you would post a comment tonight of all nights cause guess who showed up at my door step....None other then two hot Cops saying that we had our music to loud (our gay neighbors called it in I assume)! I love Loud noises! Rocking out to Metric still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty - Metric       is one Sweet-ass song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112778747586279945?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112778747586279945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112778747586279945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112778747586279945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112778747586279945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/shake-your-head-its-empty.html' title='Shake your Head, its empty!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112777764660522329</id><published>2005-09-26T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I knew where I was so long ago</title><content type='html'>I ran to my usual swinging spot today, I ran in the rain. It was really cold, but for the first time ever this cold seemed to be comforting to me. I swung below all these pebbles and I had to fight the urge to fall face first into them, each round wet pebble resting against my arms and legs. I could feel my thoughts start to slow down and eventually come to a halt. I am stepping back from everything that is me, was me and will ever be me! I am nothing at the present moment, making no difference in anyone's lives. I will be one of those pebbles that moves back and forth beneath my feet, that feels no pain and has nothing to lose. I want to be the pebble sooo badly, sadly I will never be this one small pebble. I will continue to exist in this world of never ending hurt and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:  eat something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger has many ways of showing it self. I say what I feel at the present moment, which does not mean I will always feel this way. Maybe one day it will change, who knows. For now I am learning more about myself and how easy it is to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more up-lifting note I got &lt;a href="http://www.ilovemetric.com/"&gt;Metric's&lt;/a&gt; new CD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live It Out&lt;/span&gt;!  I am enjoying it right now, good listening material.  For all the rest of you the album won't be available till tomorrow HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's all just the idea of 'don't freak                                        out.........Anything that happens                                        to you is just your life getting lived.                                        Sometimes it feels like we're afraid of                                        events and action of any kind. But if you                                        can get a little distance from it, it becomes                                        an incredible adventure no matter how things                                        turn out&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             - Metric's Emily Haines (vocals/synths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test next Monday, that sounds like a lot of fun wooooow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out for now!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112777764660522329?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112777764660522329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112777764660522329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112777764660522329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112777764660522329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wish-i-knew-where-i-was-so-long-ago.html' title='I wish I knew where I was so long ago'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112770346327742784</id><published>2005-09-25T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aberdeen is Dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well home coming rocked the roof off my house.......ok that was gay, but it still kicked some serious ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I got off work and went to the LCBO to pick up some vodka, then headed over to Bri's to start the night. We drank and went to philthy's for some free pizza. This waitress we had was actually hitting on me. It was kinda odd to tell you the truth. She had brought Brian a picture of beer when had asked for a pint, but she wouldn't take it away. she was totally on crack or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After dinner we walked to matts and then headed for METRIC. I had been so stoked for this concert, that i seriously thought i was gonna die of over-excitedness. We walked through aberdeen st. That place was crazy happenin' Some car blew up, not when i was there, but still these crazy queens people blew up a car...."where are your heads now, Crazy Queens people, i r&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;eally thought you were smarter then that?" anyway, so metric was amazing live, i can't wait to get their new album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;today i moved my room around and it looks so much better, and there is more room for me to stretch out. I missed the family guy tonight, cause i was out voted by my house mates. Desperate House Wives is what graced or Television screen, oh ya and i just found out that the cable jacks in our house don't wo&lt;/span&gt;rk. I think Marky Mark is gonna get a little phone call tomorrow. whats creepy is that Lindsay, Dallas and Laura keep talling me that they run into him at the bar. i though he was old and married MEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i am gonna go to bed early tonight, in about 10 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Off to start another long week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112770346327742784?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112770346327742784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112770346327742784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112770346327742784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112770346327742784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/aberdeen-is-dead.html' title='Aberdeen is Dead!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112734737165315899</id><published>2005-09-21T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:33.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hell comes from the BOOK STORE?</title><content type='html'>So i have another story to tell about My beloved VISA card, but for reasons i am unable to disclose, i will tell you tomorrow.  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and yanwing, i am excited to make fun of the Queen's Students tomorrow.  I plan to drink coffee while doing it soo i think i may be pretty wired by the end of the day!   That will be fun, i love being spazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have i done today,  ahh i dropped another resume off at Jacob; they need a stock person.  And i am going to drop off one at Denny's again because they are also looking and the guy that i talked to really wanted me to bring in a resume YEAH!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news in that department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to do my research so now i think ill be doing HW for the rest of the night well until i am ready to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112734737165315899?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112734737165315899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112734737165315899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112734737165315899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112734737165315899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-hell-comes-from-book-store.html' title='What hell comes from the BOOK STORE?'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112723081240951270</id><published>2005-09-20T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:32.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am way to judgmental sometimes!</title><content type='html'>I see people and sometimes I just wonder why they are like they are! I am sure people do the same to me. I wonder why I have this habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I was watching Kelly today in class. She sits there trying to be sooo smart and pretend like she has the attention span for this snooze of a class, but I know she will eventually break down and find something else to keep her from falling a sleep......I wait ......Glancing back at her every so often, trying not to make it obvious.....Finally the time comes about 2 hours into class. She is fiddling with her white-out thingy, totally focused on it too. She has no idea what the teacher is saying anymore. She has entered her own world and forgotten about trying to be what she wants other people to see her as. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its all about being self conscious. People who care to much about what other people think bug the hell out of me. Not because "they" are followers but because you can't enjoy your life if your always trying to be what other people want you to be! ..................&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;k* ..................&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was in elementary school, I was always trying to fit in, when back to school shopping came around, I always wanted the trendy clothes so I would fit in ( not that I got them lol) why did I feel the strong need to fit in? I realized no matter how hard I tried, I still got made fun of for being short, having glasses and so on and so on. When I got to highschool, I tried the same thing again, but this time, I did fit in and I still didn't like it at all. I don't want to follow a crowd! I just wanna do whatever I feel like doing. Wear what I like and think my own thoughts&lt;/span&gt;....................&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; so if anyone finds them self unhappy ask yourself these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If noone else had told me to do what I am doing right now, would I still be doing it?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;do I dress to impress even when I feel like going out in my joggers and a baggy top?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Do I feel like everyone is watching me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;do I follow the trends even if I don't like them?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; if you answer to more then 1 then you might want to rethink who has control of your life, you? Or everyone else, but you?&lt;br /&gt;well that was random ranting for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112723081240951270?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112723081240951270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112723081240951270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112723081240951270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112723081240951270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-way-to-judgmental-sometimes.html' title='I am way to judgmental sometimes!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112719376973603541</id><published>2005-09-20T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:32.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddamn It! My thumb hurts like hell right now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its not a love that will fade though, its one of those total side swipes, that knocks you off your feet and fills your mind with only thoughts of him and how amazing he is LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you would have those moments where you felt like you should kiss eachother, but you don't because your not completely sure of what he thinks of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fuck love, its only a word, losing all meaning as the days grow older, darker, deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;These are some of the different aspects of love I've had over the last couple years . Some are positive and some aren't so much. But I don't think love is always positive, that's what makes love so special. Its Hard to come by and its not easy as pie. If only it was easy as pie, umm and pie is so good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my relationship personality in this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack Johnson  - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting, Waiting, Wishing&lt;/span&gt; ~   In between Dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre   style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believed in superstitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you'd see the signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord knows that this world is cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning lovin' somebody don't make them love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang your songs, I danced your dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave your friends all a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But putting up with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't worth never having you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've been through this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's my first time so please ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few lines cause they're directed at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing your part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not my scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want this plot to twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep building it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you shooting me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm already down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I was in your position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd put down all my ammunition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wonder why'd it taken me so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord knows that I'm not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I was, I wouldn't be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause waitin' on love ain't so easy to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be playing, playing your fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; I don't think i will ever not wait though, thats just me.  I think something will eventually come around, so i keep waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodnight and sleep like a LOG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112719376973603541?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112719376973603541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112719376973603541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112719376973603541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112719376973603541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/goddamn-it-my-thumb-hurts-like-hell.html' title='Goddamn It! My thumb hurts like hell right now!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112716707138057835</id><published>2005-09-19T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:32.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn dishes</title><content type='html'>i just cut my finger on a knife.  Its kinda deep and kinda painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Knife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112716707138057835?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112716707138057835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112716707138057835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112716707138057835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112716707138057835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-dishes.html' title='damn dishes'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11021583.post-112714771370159061</id><published>2005-09-19T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:34:32.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another cold/flu/fever or what have you!</title><content type='html'>What I am listening to at the moment: Design - Fiction Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking this morning about the flu shot that we are forced to get for being in the nursing program. Now you tell me if this makes any sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I get the flu shot? When I do get it I feel instantly sick and pass out, and even after the fact of getting the shot I still get sick (with every possible sickness there is). This year I am going to protest in the compulsory needle poking! No one can jab my arm unless they have a good reason!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of such sicknesses, well what do you know it has rolled in at just the appropriate time. Now I am sitting here with totally blocked sinuses and sound like a man! Damn man voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has just called to update me on the iPod situation. She is getting nowhere just like I told her she would. "I want to throw your ipod off the roof and then drive over it with my car repeatedly" and I respond " now mom if you do that then we won't get any money back!" I think you people may begin to see where my temper originates from! If you think mine is bad just get on my mom's bad side OUCH is all I can say. Love you mom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about class in an hour and sneezing all over my self.  Sounds like a fun day to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11021583-112714771370159061?l=hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/feeds/112714771370159061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11021583&amp;postID=112714771370159061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112714771370159061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11021583/posts/default/112714771370159061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillaryveneziale.blogspot.com/2005/09/yet-another-coldflufever-or-what-have.html' title='Yet another cold/flu/fever or what have you!'/><author><name>HillBilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13552225878433181331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brPs7HkRdg4/SxGLzRAQXlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EQmweI9PN6s/S220/IMG_0297.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
