<?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-3462955</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:35:22.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRIAN MADE ME DO IT</title><subtitle type='html'>a collection of anecdotes and other ramblings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-85086585</id><published>2002-11-25T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T18:42:15.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| worst || i'm sick. my medication stopped working and i'm in relapse. i feel like someone shit on my head so i'm just a worthless piece of shit. boy do i need a personal cheerleader right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is changing, this blog is ending. have a good one peeps.&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-85086585?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/85086585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/85086585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85086585' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-85024110</id><published>2002-11-24T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T14:51:52.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got ham in my omelet. usually i only get mushroom and cheese, but today i got ham too. it made my omelet salty. i didn't like it, but it was different, and that's what i'm all about... diversity. yup. okay, that is the end of my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myha gave me stickers today. she is my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-85024110?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/85024110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/85024110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85024110' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-84983485</id><published>2002-11-23T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T14:31:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunk + high = nice way to start the weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-84983485?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84983485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84983485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84983485' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-84838290</id><published>2002-11-20T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T15:05:00.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it sad that i need to play these addictive yahoo and pogo.com games just to raise my self-esteem?  sometimes it's just nice to hear "Great Game!" or "Congratulations, you are visitor 34,512,343,456 to this site! You win!!" why don't more people say that nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-84838290?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84838290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84838290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84838290' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-84832772</id><published>2002-11-20T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T13:04:49.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends. they keep giving me food and i love it! no wonder i hardly ever went to the dining hall last week. everyday i come back from school and find a surprise waiting for me on my desk... bran muffins, sushi, brownies, oyster crackers.  now i'm just waiting for some hot guy wearing nothing but a big red ribbon to be on my desk one of these days (hint hint). geez, life can be so good sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-84832772?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84832772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84832772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84832772' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-84759162</id><published>2002-11-19T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T04:37:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| wish come true || los angeles is so amazing. all the pollution causes the night to light up to a deep purple. so pretty! watched the meteor showers tonight/this morning. it was so awesome, but it wasn't an actual "shower"-- more like flashes of light here and there, every five minutes. like annoying fireflies everywhere. yeah, i got bored of it pretty quickly. it was also hard for me to catch all of them flying by. damn small asian eyes destruct my peripheral vision!! anyway, through the boredom of it all, sarah conley and i concluded that those weren't really meteors in the sky, but actually superman whizzing around, saving people all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i was busy making out i wouldn't have been so bored.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-84759162?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84759162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84759162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84759162' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-84751784</id><published>2002-11-18T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T23:37:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn that ed! he's such a hot commodity! the meeting for my two program proposals totally slipped my mind cuz i was staring at his big muscles.... uh i mean, we were playing taboo. anyhoo. thank goodness someone else proposed them and they were passed. WHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things on my mind:&lt;br /&gt;1. i really dislike calibrated peer reviews. &gt;:-O&lt;br /&gt;2. i really have to pee (again! what's wrong with my bladder??). :(&lt;br /&gt;3. oyster crackers are sooo good despite nabisco's new cracker-manufacturing method.&lt;br /&gt;4. i haven't called randy in forever. :-/ sorry man.&lt;br /&gt;5. we're running low on candy in our room (not good).&lt;br /&gt;6. last but definitely not least... i miss my brian kim! lovah! ;)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-84751784?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84751784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84751784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84751784' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-84503743</id><published>2002-11-13T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T18:51:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;drat! i have bloody pandas all over my san diego zoo shirt!! all that stupid fake blood from halloween decorations got on my shirt and won't wash off!! now it looks like the poor panda got shot and blood is splattered everywhere. sick.  i'm sad for that. (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides waking up late to turn in my midterm paper (in other words-- didn't get up to study for LS either), i was horribly crushed this morning to realize that i had accidentally slipped on one of myha's reefs instead. didn't feel that it was the wrong slipper till bolting down sunset. sigh.. it was like cinderella all over again.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-84503743?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84503743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84503743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84503743' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-84450951</id><published>2002-11-12T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T19:07:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| would you like some cheese with that whine? || waaaaaahhhh what's wrong with me? i can't get myself to buckle down and study!! so much for hitting the books hardcore during the long weekend! all i did was go shopping and eat crepes. all weekend! POO POO. boy, i really wish i had someone else to blame, but, now here i am, with a paper on a topic that is way outta my league due tomorrow, followed by a lovely lifesci midterm which i haven't studied for since the last midterm, and then a chem one on friday, which i also haven't studied or gone to class for. so what do i do in this dilemma? what any student gone mad would do-- sniff Herbal Essences conditioner. gawd, why does it smell so good???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell my mom i love her.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-84450951?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84450951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84450951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84450951' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-84140040</id><published>2002-11-06T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T15:13:29.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAARRRGGGHH. what the heck is wrong. some people are sooo stupid!! especially everyone! just walking among them on campus drives me to a point of rage beyond belief. how can i be soo much better than everybody?? it's true, i am awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile. i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-84140040?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84140040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84140040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84140040' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-84008819</id><published>2002-11-04T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T08:20:18.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| rub a dub dub || what weird noises one hears in the showers. the other day i heard someone singing, but it wasn't loud enough so all i could hear were bits and pieces of the tunes. like some poorly dubbed kung-fu movie. this morning i hear a girl gasping for air like she was drowning. i should have asked her if she was okay.. but i was half-asleep and trying to figure out what she was doing..... aw gawd! i can see the headlines now.. "Girl Drowns in Shower, PA Ignored Cries for Help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the worst PA ever. :(&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-84008819?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84008819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/84008819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84008819' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-83966984</id><published>2002-11-03T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T11:46:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| myha || i love my roommate. there she is, blowing spit bubbles in her sleep. she's so cute. she's like a baby, i want to hug her. yay!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-83966984?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83966984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83966984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83966984' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-83840375</id><published>2002-10-31T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T11:46:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that's that. i'm a fire fighter for halloween. actually, a fire-fighting sponge bob! (cool..) but i really wanted to be barney!! oh well. poopies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| fatso || i keep eating snickers and cheez balls. i can't stop!! first i eat some cheez balls, but then they're too salty, so i have to balance my taste buds out with some snickers. but then that's too sweet, so here i am back to the cheez balls and we all know what that leads to... it's a vicious cycle. blah. halloween will be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-83840375?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83840375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83840375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83840375' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-83426460</id><published>2002-10-23T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T16:22:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| send in the clone || FRAU FARBISSINA (aka Mindy Sterling) was our guest speaker this week (exciting!). so i headed over to the grand salon to listen (she's so funny!) and get an AUTOGRAPHED picture!   woo hoo!  WHO'S COOL NOW?!!  (please say me!)  and i got to take pictures, shake hands with her, gawk, and got giddy like a mutha.  it was the time of my life.  sure as hell beats adding salt to my food! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, she has pretty yellow teeth for an actress.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-83426460?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83426460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83426460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83426460' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-83379831</id><published>2002-10-22T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T16:23:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT I DID TODAY!!  today was my first time ever adding salt to a dish!!  i was so excited, i almost peed in my pants and died of a heartattack. my friend tells me i'm what they call a "supertaster"--- i have really sensitive taste buds. i had corn chowder tonight and it was way too sweet, so I ADDED SALT (ingenious idea!)!! and voila! it tasted just right :) this is definitely a night of celebration. wheee!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-83379831?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83379831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83379831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83379831' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-83358533</id><published>2002-10-22T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T16:24:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| aiya || i missed my demo section this morning!! arrggh, and we had a quiz that i can't make up!  waaaah... but it's not my fault! the futon is WAY too comfortable! how am i expected to get up when i'm all wrapped up in my warm blankets like a &lt;a href= "http://www.angelfire.com/ok5/tah_kee_toe"&gt;fat little taquito&lt;/a&gt;?? mmm.... taquitos.. mmm... futon.....&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-83358533?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83358533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83358533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83358533' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-83209333</id><published>2002-10-19T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T16:24:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! i'm sorry all i ever write about anymore are movie reviews.  nothing else happened to me today! i swear!!  well, okay..... you asked for it...&lt;br /&gt;1. chem midterm: dammit! i studied 7 hours for this crap, and i still thought it was hard!  hee hee... i know i know, 7 hours isn't enough for prof luceigh's tests.&lt;br /&gt;2. dinner: mmm olive garden w/jia-lor tonight... yummy breadsticks!&lt;br /&gt;3. nilla substitutes: errm... i should have just gotten the Nilla cookies, even though they were $1 more.  these Ralph's brand "Vanilla Wafers" taste yucky. it's all because of my asian instincts to buy the cheaper kind. :(&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-83209333?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83209333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83209333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83209333' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-83209151</id><published>2002-10-19T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T16:25:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| movies ||&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the ring: eeeeekk!!! (basically it's about a video tape and that causes you to die in 7 days if you watch it.) i haven't been this scared since the shining (sorry mrs. torrance, danny isn't here right now..). usually for me, scary movies are just scary at that moment, and thanks to short term memory, i pretty much forget everything by the time the credits start rolling.  but the ring... these scary images were just impounded in my brain, just like the way Sound of Music songs are hammered into your mind. i didn't want to move after the movie and all i could do was whisper.  it's because they flash the freaky images throughout the movie. *shudder* anyway, the moment has passed. i would have just watched the video tape over and over again and thus continually extending my life. but i still can't wait to watch the japanese Ringu (which the Ring was based on)!!  i love them crazy japanese folks.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-83209151?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83209151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83209151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83209151' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-83051645</id><published>2002-10-15T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T16:25:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| soup || okay, so today-- well not really today, i was just reminded of this great theory of mine today when i was walking to class, munching on some oyster crackers (thank you matt noojen!) so i figure i better get this down before anyone else does (isn't that the point of LS's calibrated peer review?)..... well ANYway, i figured it all out. i know why nabisco oyster crackers can't be cracked right down the middle anymore!! if you analyze the oyster cracker more closely, you will find that one half of it is now flat, unlike the other half, which is raised. last year, nabisco produced oyster crackers with both halves raised!  but now only one half is raised, and there is no where to place the teeth to easily split the cracker in half. i can't wait to present this to the National Science Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-83051645?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83051645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/83051645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83051645' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-82626535</id><published>2002-10-06T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T16:26:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| YARRGH || stupid blog and it's error 503s. but that's not why i haven't been blogging.  i've just become a busy little bee living on one of the coolest floors ever. my floor turned out to be great and i'm finally getting the hang of this PA stuff.  woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for my birthday (19 finally!) my sister and i went kayaking, but she forgot the sunblock so we bought one of those stick-o-sunblock things (spf 30) but i still got burned. so now i'm even more red than usual. :(  ah, being 19. what a boring age. actually, 20 sucks even more.  you're not quite old enough for alcohol and gambling, but you're not a teenager either, so you can't blame rash actions on teenage hormones.. blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| movies ||&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; red dragon: yay i got to see this on tuesday- sneak peek, thank you campus events!- but lemme just say: SO GOOD! edward norton is awesome as usual, and it was really really scary. except david kept scaring me during the intense scenes, so every now and then i was screaming when it was all quiet. :( okay anyway sorry this blog is boring. but maybe if you'd have danced while you read this you would have had more fun.  TOO LATE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-82626535?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/82626535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/82626535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82626535' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-82502647</id><published>2002-10-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T16:26:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who ever invented string cheese is a pure genius.  PURE GENIUS!!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-82502647?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/82502647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/82502647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82502647' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-81660700</id><published>2002-09-15T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T23:13:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so besides having the door decks turn out surprisingly good-looking, the other highlight of my day was dependent on these "guacachips" that i had my eyes on since i first saw them in the vending machines (as you all know i think avocados are bombdiggety)... but, as things usually do, they turned out to be the ever-so-popular ranking of "meh" :( they taste like salty tortilla chips, and you know i'm a low-sodium kinda gal. but if i concentrate really hard i can pretend there is some guacamole flavor.  i'm also excited that they leave your fingers tinted green, the way hot cheetos do with the red-hot powder (flashbacks to alvin and high school lunchtime).... yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| boo || time to try and figger out how to put the floor calendar up..&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-81660700?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81660700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81660700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81660700' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-81493776</id><published>2002-09-11T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T22:34:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so yeah.... i HAVE been really busy with PA training and all that jazz, but we do get a few hours to ourselves every night... and seeing as i have been blessed with &lt;a href= "http://www.angelfire.com/ok5/thats_fast"&gt;ethenet&lt;/a&gt; here, i have taken up a former pasttime of mine... JUMBLEBEES!!! at &lt;a href ="http://www.pogo.com" target= "_blank"&gt;pogo&lt;/a&gt;. so, my registered username is "ilovejumblebees" (don't laugh!! i was drained of creativity from all the training!), but now they've changed the name of the game to TUMBLEbees!  now it just seems like i was trying to be clever by changing the name, but it's actually stupid.... you know??  okay, i bet you Don't know what i'm talking about, but-- Tumblebees??  they don't tumble!! they're jumbled!!  geez.  now how am i going to be content with playing the game, knowing that my username doesn't correctly express my feelings?  maybe i will be "ilovetumblebees."  ?? am i crazy? i am, aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| reefs || so i have gone back to the beach, despite the past incident where i lost my beloved reef sandals, but i have not been able to replace my reefs yet. instead i got the cheap (compared to reefs) Roxy ones that don't support your arches, and now my arches are dropping and it is painful. flat feet hurt, dude.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-81493776?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81493776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81493776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81493776' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-81394180</id><published>2002-09-09T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T23:29:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traffic101.com says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; park or leave your car:&lt;br /&gt;-Where signs say "No Parking."&lt;br /&gt;-On the wrong side of the street.&lt;br /&gt;-In a tunnel or on a bridge, except where permitted by signs.&lt;br /&gt;-In a parking space for the disabled (unless you are disabled and have a special plate or placard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to deserve this?? ..... oh yeah..... eeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, if anyone else gets into a similar predicament, i really recommend online traffic schooling-- you can do it on your own pace, in your own time... it's hassle-free cuz they mail out everything to the court, and the prices are about the same, sometimes cheaper! (mine was $25, i didn't shop around though). in fact i like it so much that i think everyone should go out and get a ticket just so they can take this wonderful opportunity to grow as a person, and more specifically, as a driver. online traffic school = yay fun time! (if teaching doesn't work out for me, i think i will try to be a motivational speaker..)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-81394180?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81394180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81394180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81394180' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-81345412</id><published>2002-09-08T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T23:11:12.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| settled || so: i am unpacked and ready-to-go up here in the hedrick residence halls at the bee-yoo-tiful ucla.  first day of PA training-- i'll admit, at first, i wasn't feeling too hot about it all (rather intimidated, thank you very much Low Self Esteem), but i had a cool RA to hang out with and by the time everything got started, i had already met most of the hedrick hall staff, who are all very awesome-schmawesome.  the day lasted long, but not as long as the 9am-9pm (!) days coming up will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fun fun, semi-good eats, finished off with a few games of mafia.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-81345412?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81345412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81345412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81345412' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-81226358</id><published>2002-09-05T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T00:19:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| home again home again || and so ends my (very) brief encounter with The Apartment Life (hardly what i call two weeks). it wasn't as bad as people made it out to be (living off hotdogs and corn pops for days was fun), but i guess that is what happens when you are spoiled by TWO years of guaranteed on-campus housing. yes, UCLA is great.  but dorm life?  sigh... i miss angel's "I HATE YOU"s and "I'M GONNA KILL YOU"s already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think my summer is officially over. i will be moving back in the dorms on Sunday for "intense" 2-week PA training, and then--- the Second year of college starts!  it will be Super exciting, but only because the floor theme is Gotham City.  please send ideas to &lt;a href="mailto:helens@imneverwrong.com"&gt;me.&lt;/a&gt; fun action bubbles? or the cool dark knight? yaya! um. okay i gotta start doing my online traffic school crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| fact || there are traffic schools named " Great Comedians Traffic School" and "Pizza 4U Comedians Traffic School." fun!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-81226358?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81226358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/81226358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81226358' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80937581</id><published>2002-08-30T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T16:31:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy brushfire batman!  the 60E was like hell today! fire (hell, fire, get it? haw haw!) down in el monte/rosemead... took me a whole 1.5 hrs to get home! ..... huge huge orange flames, 2 helicopters, and what looked like the entire LA County fire department = crazy! actually, it was the most horrible thing i've ever seen.. more so than angel's "i'll never tell..." face. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| justine never knew the rules || on the other hand, it's labor day weekend! that means the radio stations play the wonderful songs from our childhood (flashback weekend!). yahoo! makes driving fun again. (justine never... = from 1979/sp, best song ever)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80937581?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80937581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80937581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80937581' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80860758</id><published>2002-08-29T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T00:01:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| barefoot || i went to the beach today. i put my reefs in a plastic bag, along with my wallet, phone, etc.  i went into the water. i came back and looked in my plastic bag.  and my reefs were gone. disappeared. stolen.  money and everything else was still there.  reefs were not.  i was sad.  still am.  more like enraged, bitter... disgruntled!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| chinese || i can't believe how hard it is to make french toast without chopsticks! :(&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80860758?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80860758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80860758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80860758' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80756882</id><published>2002-08-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T16:34:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| movies ||&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; blue crush: i think this movie has just pushed The Fugitive and Ghost World out of the running for "My Favorite Movie". it has won my heart over, as it has done for the millions of aspiring surfer-girls and horny men who have seen it.  the movie had such an original plotline and great acting. it was So great that i am at a loss for words.  i absolutely loved everything about this movie.  i can't wait for SwimFan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo... uh, i didn't like this movie at all. the girl's problems got tiresome, and everything seemed to drag on for hours, even though it was less than two. i guess it's a 'fun' movie, one of them guilty pleasure ones... but i think it was only fun to watch cuz i was down in Sunny San Diego with my buddies watching it.  that's right! i have been down in SD for the past five days ($13.50 greyhound round trip- cheap!) visiting all kinds of people from jeffro and richard to myha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like last time, the trip was full of new experiences.. i finally saw UCSD (parts of it, anyhow) and it was very "meh."  big though.  and of course la jolla is beautiful, as is most of san diego.  their beaches are soo clean and beautiful (saw some seals) but it is sooo salty!! we also head down to the zoo, where i saw Hua Mei, the cutest fat thing ever. :) yeeee! i like pandas. although it's not hard to see why they're endangered.. all they do is eat and sleep! i want to be a panda!!!  cute AND fat! i love that combination.  we also watched the "jungle dreams," a cirque-de-soleil-type act.  it was really cooool (although i cannot say the same for their fob-cloth outfits).  i liked the flashdance and celine dion-ish music they had. nighttime zoo was fun in the sun/moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| ps || rashes are going away, my foot is doing better, but my lips are still chapped.  san diego is my panacea.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80756882?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80756882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80756882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80756882' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80493119</id><published>2002-08-20T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T14:47:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| $ || i won 2082.54 dollars today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| odd || i was out in the garden and saw this little oddity: a wasp and a bee fighting (mating?) while flying! well it didn't last long, they dropped to the floor and the wasp overpowered the poor honeybee.  reminded me of honey nut cheerios so i went inside and ate some. yum!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80493119?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80493119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80493119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80493119' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80368805</id><published>2002-08-17T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T14:45:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| movies ||&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; signs: one single thought ran through my mind in the course of this movie.. that's a whole lotta corn man! A LOT!! actually i had a lot more thoughts about the movie, one of them being: LAY-AME!  the thing is, the trailers totally set it up as some suspenseful, frightening, cool movie-- but aliens &lt;i&gt;actually appear&lt;/i&gt; in this film!! it's like BAM! (emeril style) there goes any hope of this movie being good. and the ending was so predictable!! i really thought m. night shyamalananana had a better plot than this. really. the movie is basically about losing and finding faith.  it was really hard watching ray (played by shyamalan) talk about God.  GANESH DISAPPROVES!! hee hee. and joaquin phoenix's scar is as annoying as owen wilson's twice-broken nose.  but that bo kid.. abigail breslin, was real cute as a button!  too bad i can't say the same for rory culkin... geez culkin boys keep popping up everywhere!  how many of them are there? anyway rory's role in this movie is pretty much the same as that boy-girl in Panic Room. sigh... so disappointing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; austin powers in goldmember: mike meyers = funny man! i don't remember the first one too much, but i think it was funny. and the last half hour of the second was hysterical. the best part of this third one was the opening credits. i'm scared of mini me. and beyoncé knowles' hair. okay, one more thought: fat bastard is disgusting ("even stink would call it stink!").. but you know i love it!  fook yu! fook mi!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80368805?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80368805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80368805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80368805' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80347104</id><published>2002-08-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T21:30:36.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| problems || so the one rash on my left arm went away, only to be replaced by another more contagious-looking one... yecch. i better stop swimming in my neighbor's pool. that damned chlorine ain't killin' no germs there.... and to top off the rashes, i stepped on a piece of broken glass, causing unbearable pain to shoot up my entire leg every time i attempt to walk. it's rendered me completely lame and useless.  not to mention my lips, which were prolly sunburned and now are stinging like crazy. (why oh why didn't i get the blistex with spf 15??)... and i, uh, think i have lost my bladder control........... yeeeee! kiss me, i'm loveable!!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80347104?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80347104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80347104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80347104' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80265879</id><published>2002-08-14T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T23:41:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| virus || oh gawd!  uuuuhh.... my arms are all puffy and itchy!! :( i dunno what it is... all i was doing was "watching" American Idol (watching and having the TV on are two very different things!) and my upper arms started to itch like crazy.. and now This!  i guess i must be allergic to that terrible show. geebus!! what is this?! looks like some variant of small pox. sick!  aack! i think it's on my neck too! aaaaahh!  i'm all 'rashy'... bad bad!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80265879?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80265879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80265879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80265879' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80253058</id><published>2002-08-14T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T17:33:49.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuggh... eyes.. stinging... so red... spent the afternoon in my neighbor's highly-chlorinated pool teaching my sister how to swim. and playing marco polo! :)  "aww, how sweet," you think.. yes, but too bad she is 28 and i am 18, eh? i wonder what the neighbors were thinking, listening to us call out, "marco.. polo...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... summer doldrums are officially in effect. who would have thought that taking two weeks off from work would result in this absolute boredom?  well, okay, i'm not actually bored (my sister's home for the week!!).. but i am trying to make this thing (a secret, unmentionable thing...) and it is not turning out as well i had planned. that seems to go for a lot of things i make. i guess my unrealistic imagination has dreams that are &lt;a href= "http://www.angelfire.com/ok5/almost"&gt;too high&lt;/a&gt; for short lil ol' me to reach.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80253058?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80253058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80253058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80253058' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80215933</id><published>2002-08-13T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T21:06:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| more || today we find ourselves once more on the topic of speeding on LA's congested freeways... went down to long beach for some kayaking this afternoon (which i haven't done in 2 years!), just cruisin' down the 605 until i realized i was slowing down the carpool lane, so i tried to go above 80 and i started losing control of the steering wheel!! how sad is that?!  stupid driving-slow-for-weeks-to-avoid-further-ticketing has taken away my reputation of Speed Demon. now i'm just a crazy asian female teenager driver.  can my insurance rates get any higher?? thank god i'm not gay.  well, i don't think that has anything to do with insurance rates but you know how minorities get treated.  wait a minute!  they get special treatment here! d'oh!! why aren't i attracted to women (except halle berry- hot stuff!)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| fuzzy || laundry day. cleaned out that lint trap. geez i really hate doing that.  but i guess there are just some things you gotta do in life, whether you like it or not. cuz if we just had to do enjoyable chores all the time, it wouldn't be called 'life.' it would be "happy-la-la-time." mm hmm.  (life = sucky, sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| kathy || "if the world wasn't crappy, we'd all fall off." (if the world didn't suck we'd all fall off)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80215933?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80215933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80215933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80215933' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-80127226</id><published>2002-08-11T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T23:19:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| dangerous || went out with randy tonight and as we were driving down Garo, some truck was coming at us, flashing his high beams and honking his horn like a madman... randy was about to turn gangsta and beam him too until we saw this giant dog running right towards us! aaah!!  but bAm! randy slammed on his brakes-- luckily, he is a man of quick reflexes so we didn't hit the poor thing,  but as the smell of burning rubber (or was it his farts?) left the car our hearts were still pounding like crazy... calmed ourselves down in the countrywood park until randy really had to take a crap.  man, what did he eat tonight?! damn chocolate brownie frappucinos..... ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| uncool || i have recently been informed that no one really says ".. is in da how-oos" anymore (see previous blog), and that the new, cool, hip thing to say is, "... in da hiz-ouse!" or something... *shrug* i dunizzo.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-80127226?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80127226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/80127226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80127226' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79985639</id><published>2002-08-08T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T14:46:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm fruit salad with pluots is now my favoritest ever! (but only those made by Team Fruit Salad!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| cixelsyd || crazy things go on at 606 levering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frieda: now i have that song stuck in my head!&lt;br /&gt;me: 'everytime i touch you, i think about myself'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm NOT a pervert (well...), i'm just a *little* dyslexic. (it's bananas in pamajas!!) DJ Dyslex in da how-oos! jigga jigga jigga...  hee hee! i can't stop saying that.  it's my new thing... it's replacing "Sick!" and "Shut up!" so now whenever i'm enraged or want to slap someone, i say "jigga jigga jigga" but i don't do the disc-mixing thing with it; it's more like my animalistic growl.. jiiiggaa jigggaaa jiiigggaaa! (then i attack, like a cougar who's mate has just been drugged up with nyquil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of cougars who's mates have just been drugged up with nyquil... movies!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; dangerous lives of alter boys: thoroughly enjoyed this movie... except the bedroom scene and the cougar thing. i thought it was a comedy!! COMEDY!!! there was nothing funny about that movie.  well, just the comics part.. which was pretty cool (todd mcfarlane).  and, uh.. jodie foster as a peg-legged nun on her scooterbike! hmm... odd but good. and i can't look at kieran culkin without thinking of macaulay and the aftershave scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00000K3CL.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so that's not the shower scene. but it's pretty much the same thing.  gosh, that's a huge picture of macaulay culkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| update || not ABTI but ANTI... because not ABODE but ANODE!  duuUuh!! so i was one letter off from completing the crossword... damn 'battle posts' clue threw me off... well at least now it is finished, finito, uh.. fintabuluous (zuh?), and all without the use of mind-expanding drugs!!  now i'm going to be one of those people who are always doing the crossword in class.. yeah, one of thOse people....&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79985639?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79985639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79985639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79985639' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79854694</id><published>2002-08-05T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T17:12:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booo hooo!  i was just innocently putting up that "you have a hooker ass" thing and now something is terribly wrong with the blog... everytime i click on [edit], i get this porn site.. not my edit-this-post page!!! which also happens when you click the "helen little" on the bottom of the post.. arrrgh!  uh anyway. if you want to see what ass you have, you can go to &lt;a href= "http://www.quizdiva.com/assquiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.quizdiva.com/assquiz.html&lt;/a&gt; and if you want to go to a porn site, you can click on the 'helen little' there under the blog.  pervert.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79854694?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79854694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79854694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79854694' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79854282</id><published>2002-08-05T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T11:26:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| eeee! || uhh.... look at my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/hooker-ass.jpg" alt="hooker ass"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Hooker Ass!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out honey!&lt;br /&gt;Your ass can make money.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to score a couple bills,&lt;br /&gt;Offer it up and take some pain pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/assquiz.html&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Ass Do &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79854282?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79854282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79854282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79854282' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79800871</id><published>2002-08-04T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T11:40:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! i've just fully-completed a Daily Bruin Crossword for the first time!! this is so cool, cuz i usually only get a third of it!  my summer goal has been attained!!!  wheee! .... even though i sort of got stuck on the last word and just put in a vowel that seems right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clue: not pro&lt;br /&gt;word: abti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abti? well, all the other words make sense... so come monday, i will see how well i've completed this durrned thing that took me two hours.  head spinning from excitement... going to lie down now......&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79800871?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79800871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79800871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79800871' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79797646</id><published>2002-08-03T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T21:17:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bart: TV sucks!&lt;br /&gt;homer: now boy, i know you're a bit angry right now, so i'll just pretend you didn't say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| she-spies || what the?! i just turned on the tube at the wrong time.  what a &lt;a href="http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/ShowMainServlet/showid-9703/" target="_blank"&gt;HORRIBLE show&lt;/a&gt;.  yet i couldn't turn away from the tv (accent on the "t")... three hot ex-con chicks fighting crime. IN STILETTOS!  wow, they're so cool; they never get hit once when fighting the bad guys and their hair falls back into the same perfect place when they've finished kicking ass!  bleh. sad sad sad. you would think they would at least come up with an interesting storyline or clever dialogue to make up for that awful plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| ktla || saturday night movie was Terminator 2, starring one of my favorite actors of all time, Arnold Schwarzengnezegernegger ("EVERBODY... GET DOWN!!"  man, i wish i had a .wav of that). i love that movie.. GREAT cast... arnold, buff-ass linda hamilton, pre-pubescent (!) eddie furlong, future john doggett, the black guy... yeah, good casting directors!  and it's got the best score ever (the music makes the movie, dude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| movie ||&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Men In Black (I): i just saw this movie, five years after its premiere. hey it's not my fault!  everytime i sat down to watch MIB, it turned out that i was watching Independence Day.  so i've been mistaking that movie for MIB the whole time.  i was wondering why tommy lee jones got credit for the poor acting of bill pullman.. well, now i can finally go watch MIIB.  heard it wasn't as good as the first though. :( T2 was the only sequel that out did its first.  uh, and the empire strikes back, the best of the star wars trilogy! (i do not acknowledge the prequels.. never mention them in front of me... causes sudden outbursts of profanities).&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79797646?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79797646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79797646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79797646' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79646056</id><published>2002-07-31T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T09:23:22.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| interesting || watching DragonballZ in spanish.........&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79646056?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79646056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79646056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79646056' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79575796</id><published>2002-07-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-04T01:29:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| driving || grr! driving after having received a speeding ticket just fills me with even more road rage!  i've turned bitter towards all other drivers.  everyone i see speeding, i pray to allah for them to get caught by a policeman i hope is hiding somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anytime someone tailgates me and then tries to pass me, i purposely drive as fast as the car in the lane he switches into so he can't cut me off.. HA!  evil, you say?  he should have known better than to mess with me, i say.  SUFFER AHAHAH! you must SUFFERRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway point is, i hate stupid policemen end-of-month-quota thingees (if it is even true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| trip to blockbusters ||&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;monster's ball: finally saved up $4 so i could rent this movie.  all year long, all i've heard was, "oh, monster's ball?? it's sooo depressing!"  What?  this is such a great love film!  well, okay, it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; depressing in the fact that lots of people die, but everything turns out all right in the end. it just goes to show that everyone needs a dependable, older, white man in their lives (ie, a sugar daddy). nah, jk, i think.... but- a man who names his gas station after you (cute!), hot sex, chocolate ice cream.. what more can a girl ask for?  mmm.. monster's ball... i like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;shadow magic: oh gaawwd... chinese culture and disney do not mix.  not that this was a disney film, but its "follow your dreams"-theme and emphasis on individualism was very disney-esque. this movie is recommended only for those of non-Chinese descent, the ones who don't understand the ways of our society. i don't care how many foreign film awards this movie has won, it was definitely conceived in the mind of the white devil himself (and the ONE historical fact it was based on).  this is NOT a chinese movie; repeat, NOT a chinese movie.  it just has chinese people in it. if you want to see a real chinese movie dealing with 'crazy western ideas,' rent "Shower."&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79575796?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79575796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79575796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79575796' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79427526</id><published>2002-07-25T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T22:51:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blogging is becoming infrequent.  life has become a bore- could it be because i am no longer allowed to drive anywhere but school??  yes, i have been raped of the driving privileges we all take for granted.. why?  uh hee hee.. i got my first (and i hope, last) speeding ticket this monday.. :( waaaah!!!!  there is going to be a BIG dent in my pocketbook this month. but i guess the punishment is well deserved....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| monday 2 am || i'm driving home from a VERY looooooooooong day of hard manual labor (working at stupid mercedes benz tennis cup) and i figure it's late and there are no other cars around.... so there i am, in a 55mph zone (where the 10, 60, and 5 merge) speedin' away like i own the place when all of a sudden i see the blue lights flashing behind me... "uh, oops" is all my weary brain can think.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pull over on the side of the freeway, but i hear the cop thru the loudspeaker, "do NOT pullover here.. exit at the next exit" so that means i have to get onto the 5 freeway.... except the next exit on the 5 is the 710, yet another freeway!  so eventually i find an exit and i pull over on the shoulder except the guy's still barkin' at me: "do not stop here!!" and he turns on his sUper bright lights that completely obstruct my vision and virtually destroys my ability to drive..  ah, inching along at 5mph on a strange road in the middle of the night.  how fun eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| too tired || had i been in the right state of mind, i would prolly have been crying by then.. policemen are really intimidating! (yet strangely attractive) i mean, i've only met one cop before in my life-- deputy matthews! (no implications of him being sexy here) and who knows if he's even a real cop, that phony.  "uh, no thanks, i don't smoke, but we can go play basketball instead if you want." (refuse, but always leave the door open).  and say no to drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, getting back to my story of the high-speed chase, i was soooo dead tired from slaving all day that the only word i could sputter out was "sorry" and then he gave me a ticket for doing 80 (after taking 12 minutes to write it up).  the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately that WASN'T the end of my night of adventures. since i had no idea where i was, i had to ask the policeman for directions to get back on the freeway.. his response: "actually, we're out of my jurisdiction now, but all you have to do is make a left on this next street and you can get back on the 60 there."  LIAR!!!!! too bad i drove for 15 minutes 'til i realized that.  so i turned around and just got back on the 710.. sigh.  grrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| the truth || okay so i was really doing 95 on the 55mph. and i got lucky this time.  yeah, i'm a speed demon and you know it.  no, really, i never usually do over 85 (my poor lil corolla only goes up to 110 dude).  it was just.. you know, when your feet are really tired and you don't realize you're pressing the accelerator that hard?  yeah, that's it.. or maybe it was cuz i was listening to &lt;a href= "http://www.cabinessence.com/brian/lyrics/surfin_safari.html#6"&gt;409&lt;/a&gt;. meh, who knows. i'm poor(er) now though.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79427526?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79427526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79427526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79427526' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79179501</id><published>2002-07-19T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-04T01:20:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! || i was just showing lisa kaufman around ucla today and we walked by the tennis center and guess who i saw today!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size =3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ANDRE AGASSI!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay  *drool* at the LATC, gettin ready for the benz cup.  i was SOOO close to him... i could see every bead of sweat on his hot nekkid! body; even the twinkle of his earring... AAAAAAAAAAAH :)!! !!!  i could barely breathe and aaack how i wish kathy were there with me today!  so i just had her on the phone listening to him grunt and yell at his hitting partner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i yelled to him "hi andre agassi!" like a big dork and he just gave me a dirty look..... D'OH!  i should have just been cool-like and said, "hey andre!" or something more non-crazy-fanatic-sounding.... man oh man what a bad first impression (now he'll never divorce steffi and go out with me) :( and i was somewhat bitter for the glaring, but apparently he was not in a good mood- a bit later he yelled to his hitting partner "you f*ckin assh*le! why don't you hit anything?!"  silence throughout the court... so i decided to not take his glare personally, and that his sudden outburst was a sign that it was just not a good time to say Hi.  i think the look he really meant to give me was the&lt;br /&gt;hey-hows-it-going-i'm-glad-i-inspire-you-so-much-you-fans-are-what-make-it-worthwhile-always-reach-for-the-stars-kiddo look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAaAAAaadsaAAHHH yeah i saw andre agassi baby! aaah and his hitting partner had a totally ripped bod. geez just watching them play is soooo orgasmic! aah they hit so hard!!  holy mexican jumping bean! i could watch agassi play for hours.!.. it's better than sex.  i mean chocolate. i mean sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| also || got this new soy frulatte drink thingee. it has a scary fruit face on it.  the side of the bottle has a message from the &lt;a href= "http://www.angelfire.com/ok5/evil_fruit"&gt;scary face&lt;/a&gt;. "smile. i'm good for you."  i think i'm going to have nightmares now. (well, maybe i'll just dream about my dearest andre)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79179501?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79179501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79179501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79179501' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-79004567</id><published>2002-07-15T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T22:16:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| leggo my sandy eggo ||  got drunk, passed out, and ended up in san diego this weekend.. erm... i mean i went to go visit myha- yay!- for a fun-filled weekend of new experiences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't my first time in sd but it was the first time i was there and actually remembered the things that happened (i only remember some sailing and Boston Market from past trips).  our saturday began with an innocent trip down to Me-hee-co. long-time admirer, first-time visitor.  it was like a trip down to the ol' amusement park, complete with the revolving gate entrance and all.  it was an interesting and fun experience; just like china, but with more chicklets. but after some spicy tacos and a mexican wrestling mask purchase, our time in mexicoLand was up.  the line to get back to the states was hella (HELLA) long!  didn't bother getting my hand stamped for re-entrance.. figured none of us were gonna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| pot o gold || an adventure with myha and new friend &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ok5/jalapeno_chips"&gt;robert&lt;/a&gt; in balboa park (the prettiest place in the world) (sentence fragment, i know). we attempted &lt;a href= "http://www.geocaching.com"&gt;geocaching&lt;/a&gt; which is a scavenger hunt all around the world for people with a gps (a high-tech thingamabobber that tracks coordinates on the earth, etc). when you find the cache, you take and leave stuff and all the people in the world with a gps are connected and live happily forever after or something.  just click the link if you really want to know, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we didn't live happily ever after cuz the hiking was a bit more complicated then we expected (going thru the archery range... running across the freeway like a buncha immigrants....) so we made our own cache instead (a box of bsb posters and other fun surprises!), and hopefully the coordinates will be entered onto the website.  wheeee. :) it was pretty cool, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| nighttime || we had dinner with kathy and the badminton gang who were down there for an open tournament. met some cool 16-yr-olds (my true mental age) and got to be ghetto with them for awhile.  fun! but i believe the highlight of the night was relaxing with a GREAT movie.  "A Walk to Remember" is recommended for people of all ages who want to get up and punch their friend for making them watch the movie.  hee hee... truth be told, i wanted to watch it because (a) it was free and (b) i am strangely attracted to mandy moore. not to mention daryl hannah portraying cher/landon's mom.  the movie reached an ultimate corn-factor high of 9.996.  it was sooo cheesy that myha and i were predicting/making fun of the script, and we were about 95% accurate! it made me feel psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think the point of the movie was to show that it really pays to have faith in god.... damn she got everything she wished for cuz her ugly-hot boyfriend who was bad boy turned good guy.. in words of myha, "god hooks it up phat!"  anyway, MY point is, there is no walk to remember here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| sunday was fun too || but i'm tired of typing now. so in short, other new experiences included: ben and jerry's ice cream at seaport village, free underwear at gapbody, lunch at dick's last resort, where the waiters are rude and throw nudey matches at you.  yay yay i love san diego.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-79004567?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79004567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/79004567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79004567' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-78817451</id><published>2002-07-11T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T06:18:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| mississippi || i was getting ready for bed last night when these bright flashes caught me off guard (no i was not having a stroke)... it was lightning!! yay! got too excited to sleep!  did anyone else see all the lightning and thunder?  cooooooooL!  so i stayed up counting mississppi's, trying to figure out how far away the storm was.  i think i messed up though, because first it was 32 miles away, then 50, then 24, 11, 15, and then it got really windy and all the dogs started barking..  i was obviously too worked up to count!  lightning is so neat!!! (yes, i am easily amused) and thunder!  ah, there's never enough of the cracking kind of thunder; it's always the rumbling kind.... but either way, it's so..... powerful... utterly speechless, i am. intoxicated by the amazing weather here in southern california... eventually, i wore myself out from the excitement and fell asleep with a big grin on my face (actually, after 2 hours, i realized how pathetic i was and cried myself to sleep).  yay anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| sad || though i've busied myself this past week with a 4th of July bbq (along with my first fireworks experience), a real indian party (complete with saris and kertas-sp?) and a loooong disappointing day at the beach, the only thing that made it into this blog was my lousy lightning story. uh, that was my (crappy) effort to summarize the weekend.. yay lightning!!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-78817451?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78817451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78817451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78817451' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-78451317</id><published>2002-07-01T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T22:38:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| bum-mer || it's hard to avoid bums nowadays.  the homeless are everywhere... even in hacienda heights, for goodness sake!  but i've grown apathetic and cold to them. when i pass one by, i usually hold my breath and move on outta there, indifferent to their suffering and poverty. in fact, many nasty cruel thoughts run through my mind.. "wonder what this wino did to end up on the streets.." (sad but true) i mean, c'mon, we've all heard the story (or some variation of it) about the homeless guy who was offered Big Mac but refused it cuz he "don't like 'em."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the homeless man that displays his cardboard sign "hungry, anything will help. god bless" by the 405 on-ramp at Santa Monica Blvd really bothers me.  not the "i'm gunna fight choo!" bothering, but the "should i do something?" bothering. why? i dono why. maybe it's cuz i see him every single day melting in the sun while i drive past, air conditioning blasting on high.. but i don't think it's the reccuring thought of "i'm lucky to have it so much better" that sweeps over me. because the Scary Jumping Bum comes into work all the time for toast. and i always pass by the Headphones Bum whenever out in westwood.. well, i guess past my rough, tough exterior, i really do have a soft spot (but only for this specific 405-freeway bum). oh! maybe it is because he looks like beloved US history teacher mr fair?? i really donut know. maybe i am just &lt;a href= "http://www.angelfire.com/ok5/fat_bag"&gt;a fat bag of love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| to the point || so i've been bringing this guy sandwiches and other foodstuff for a few days now, and mommy dearest is freaking out. she tells me that i don't know the guy- he could be a murderous crack addict for all i know!  sigh... but the point is, i DON'T know, and what if he is just a poor dude who was really down on his luck? lost his job, wife left him, bankrupt, framed for insurance fraud, etc... it COULD be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's the problem with society today.. no one gives anyone else the benefit of the doubt anymore (unfortunately most of the time, i am one of these people). it's sad that it's come to this... anyone who does anything remotely nice MUST have a motive.. right?? :( *shakes head in disappointment* and the even sadder thing is, there are evil (!) people out there who give us the reason to lose trust in mankind.  (turns out, my mom's real reason for dissuading me from feeding the Freeway bum is that she's afraid he's gonna fraudulently sue me for food poisoning one of these days.... i don't know where she gets these ideas!! i think she watches too much tv.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| mommy tip of the day || "you have to be careful of what you do because here in america, anyone can sue anybody!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, i can't change the world... OR CAN I??! (forboding music plays)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-78451317?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78451317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78451317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78451317' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-78161172</id><published>2002-06-24T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T20:21:29.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| won ||  okay, i'm NOT retarded!!  EVERYONE (and i mean everyone) in hacienda heights pronounces 'won' like the word 'wan' rather than the way it's supposed to be pronounced ('one').  yeah, so other people- stop making fun of me! :( my theory: this is all due to bobby won's last name, which we all pronounce as 'wan' even though in korean it's 'one' (says brian kim).  but no one says 'one' everyone says 'wan' instead of 'won' you know??  so therefore, i am NOT crazy. (and it's "i WAN the game" here in the heights yo.)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-78161172?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78161172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78161172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78161172' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-78153402</id><published>2002-06-24T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T17:39:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee first day of school! aah, chem 14a... my first class in young hall (ooh, exciting..)!  for some odd (and i'm sure this is unhealthy too) reason, i was really really really excited to go back to school.. and thanks to prof lavelle, lecture was not one bit disappointing!  though it is rather hard to concentrate when your professor talks like (and looks a bit like) the crocodile hunter... anyway, yay for a great school day!&lt;br /&gt;  and so now i am rewarding myself with a tootsie pop (actually sabrina gave it to me the other day) but my excessive sucking has caused it to tear open the roof of mouth. and it hurts... ow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| freak andy ||  no, andy is not a freak, and even if i did think he was, i think it would reflect on my own mental state, seeing as i don't know anyone named andy.  but by freak andy, i mean free candy in reference to these little tootsie pop wrappers... what is with that indian... ahem... native american.. shooting the star?  do we get free candy or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| movies || a weekend of box office hits&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; lilo and stitch: aw, so cute/sad/funny...(oh disney, you surprise me every time!) um i didn't really like how everyone was drawn with a stub nose, leading me to believe that all native hawaiians have stub noses.  but then the tourists had those noses too, so i guess the truth is, they just don't encourage individuality at disney.  i do acknowledge it's hard to draw that many people over and over again, but do they all have to have the same characteristically stubby nose? :) i mean :O) and the pigeon slang made the movie hard to understand at points (which explains why the 603 kids in the theater weren't laughing obnoxiously through the whole thing). but it was a good (disney) movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; minority report: be patient... there IS an end to this movie.. eh, it wasn't bad (quite entertaining) but it was longer than two hours, which is the maximum amount of time my poor hiney can withstand my upper body weight crushing it before i have to start shuffling and getting up to stretch.  but however long the movie was, it did put an eerie perspective on a future... a time when you can be arrested for "pre-crime"...?!  a little freakishly advanced for just 52 years in the future, don't you think?  but whatever, you know how spielberg and his special effects go. (those retina-scanning spider things are scary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood: lisa and i went in when the theater was a bit crowded and there wasn't a pair of empty seats anywhere except the first two rows (and me sitting there results only in nausea), so i (very politely) asked the ladies in one of the rows to scoot down one seat so we could sit together... but they just kept looking around and wouldn't budge while we continued to give them sad, helpless looks and soon it just became a game of 'who blinks first' so finally we got to sit down.  does it really matter if you're ONE seat down? does the whole movie just become a flop if you're not sitting in the middle of the theater??  geez lady.  anyway, the movie itself was a little slow, but no complaints- what do you expect when you go see a movie starring ellen burstyn, maggie smith and some other old ladies (and sandra bullock).  despite everything, i liked it, i guess (it was free).  bring tissues for this one, ashley judd may be pretty, but she is a crazy/sad chica in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; juwanna man: do you think i am an idiot? why would i even go see this??&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-78153402?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78153402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78153402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78153402' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-78007695</id><published>2002-06-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T20:21:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| asian pride || gee, i think i did about all the asian things a person could do in one day! (except go to life) first, this morning i had to go buy some stuff at 99 ranch (tawa baby!) and then i met up with richard, nathan, ernie, jeffro, stanman, sub, and corn for dim sum.. :) and not surprisingly, we got ripped off!  psssh! they charged us tea for 10 people when we only had 8!!  that's a whole buck-fitty we coulda saved! i guess it is just part of the asian experience. ;) and as if that wasn't enough, after brunch, we all chilled at fro's and played mahjong and wei chi (go/capture the stone) hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| mahjong || one of my opening hands was sooo good (1 pong and 1 ting away from tian hu) so friggin' richard gets fed up and reshuffles all the tiles (bee-yotch!)!!!  but i'd like to publicize that those guys were totally assed by yours truly (up by $51!)... aah, i like to think of myself as the mahjong princess.. so please address me appropriately. :) *imagining myself swimming naked in a pool of mahjong tiles... ow* hee hee.. yes, i see myself as one of the elite few of mahjong royalty, despite my little/big mistakes of a fake hu and picking up that extra hand of tiles... uh heee.. hee.... nah, i just had some beginner's luck. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| boys || all these mahjong terms prolly don't make any sense, just as your crazy cs and egames lingo don't either, so HA! (c8) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. so i think i've finally learned to love being asian... i mean, you can be rude to ANYONE (except elders) and your justified ("i'm asian" *shrug*)!  it's wonderful. absolutely amazing...  muahahaheehee! j-k, calm down.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-78007695?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78007695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/78007695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#78007695' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77954378</id><published>2002-06-19T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T16:09:31.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| target || wow today a black guy hit on me! (randy says the guy has an asian fetish) anyway, it was more awkward than an esteem-booster... it was really unexpected, and i sort of just walked away from him... :( (oh yes, i'm a heartbreaker.)  and i wasn't used to a black guy hitting on me.. usually it's only hispanics (namely the midgets) and perverted old men. pretty sad eh?  sigh, these boobs are always getting me into trouble..  but boy, josephine would have been happy for me today!  anyway, watch out for dameon at target girls!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77954378?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77954378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77954378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77954378' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77942297</id><published>2002-06-19T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T10:58:06.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonic boom!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77942297?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77942297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77942297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77942297' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77867795</id><published>2002-06-17T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T17:48:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like bad customer service.  mean people intimidate me but they also make me want to be mean back... but since i'm intimidated, i never get the guts to be rude to them. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;places where you can experience horrible customer service:&lt;br /&gt; 1. hacienda heights' walmart&lt;br /&gt; 2. city of industry's costco 1-hour photo&lt;br /&gt; 3. any restaurant owned by chinese people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese restaurants are so horrible.  a chinese restaurant is the only place where you will find a sign in the window displaying "we need amigos" when they are hiring for busboys. and don't be surprised when you see a line for height and weight on the waitress applications (yes, that is illegal!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| helen fact || i like to eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77867795?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77867795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77867795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77867795' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77825044</id><published>2002-06-16T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T18:14:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| ow || today i went to michaels with brian kim.  and, um.. i walked into a pole...!!  actually it was really really really hilArious!!!  just like in the cartoons- i turned to look at brian and BAM! i hit the pole, but my body just kept going.  inertia, baby. that was good entertainment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to coldstone too, which turned out to be sorely disappointing.. i donut know why everyone gets so excited about coldstone!  whenever people talk about it they always use exclamation points! like this!- coldstone?! it's great!  yeee!  but it really just deserves a period.  coldstone, it's okay. like this.  mm hmm. *nodding in contentment* meh, but i had fun laughing at the koreans... pssh, hanging out in a place like whittier?  what ever happened to life plaza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| done || hmm and my first year of college is over just like that.  the concept of time is so odd..... high school graduation seems like it happened 5 years ago, and yet this year has gone by in 5 minutes! super duper fast.  i've met sooo many amazing people (and only about 2 not-so-amazing people) in college, and i'm sure i'll meet plenty more.  how wonderful :) it's so crazy... crazy/beautiful.. SO CRAZY!!! aaaah!  it's like fast times at ridgemont high!!!!  but without all the sex.  well, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77825044?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77825044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77825044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77825044' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77663762</id><published>2002-06-12T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T18:06:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am thankful for my usually-inactive long term memory.  i did about 2 hours worth of studying for my math final (attempted at 10 though!) last night and then ended up doing laundry until.. oh crap! 5:30am!!  not good when my final was scheduled for 8am.  so i crammed myself (yes, including my pants) with math formulas and example problems..... but only from one of the 26 sections we were responsible for.... :( so basically, i went into the test knowing jackcrap.  but my long-term memory (which i thought had been laying dormant for ages) apparently had picked up some stuff this quarter so it turned out to be okay.... oh and by 'okay' i mean SO INCREDIBLY IMPOSSIBLE!!!!! (okay.. rage subsiding....) i'm just thankful because my two hours of studying turned out to be as useful/useless as the 15 hours some people put in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeee! it's over!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77663762?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77663762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77663762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77663762' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77617988</id><published>2002-06-11T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T11:13:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| btw || i take vitamins now.  daily MULTIvitamins!  so if i seem younger and more vibrant than ever, you know why!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77617988?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77617988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77617988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77617988' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77613939</id><published>2002-06-11T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T09:19:59.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| vocabulary || i was in the shower today when i decided to test my knowledge on english words borrowed from other languages (don't tell me your mind doesn't drift to educational games when you're in the shower)... i was doing pretty good actually- had all these words in my mind: fiesta, kindergarten, ersatz, marijuana, rodeo.. felt pretty intelligent, until i got stumped on one: the hawaiian word for party. i thought about it while shampooing my hair when it came to me: "oh it's a luau!!" except i said it outloud.. and i mean, outLOUD. silence across the shower stalls.....  the girl in the stall next to me stopped conditioning.  the one across the way dropped her loofah. yeah, talk about embarassing.. altered my entire morning schedule and stood in the shower an extra ten minutes in shame.  :(&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77613939?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77613939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77613939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77613939' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77568956</id><published>2002-06-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T09:15:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr.... don't you hate being disturbed from a nice deep sleep?  this morning, david kept getting in and out of bed... i mean he kept jumping in and out of bed.  friggin' earthquake woke me up! and of course this means marisa's awake too, banging the door, slamming her drawers, talking on the phone, etc. :(  this is why i like to wake up at 7am everyday, because i know they'll still be asleep.  you feel so much better if you wake up yourself, no matter how early, than if someone wakes you up by shaking the bed and making a racket.  but just today i wanted a little extra nappy-time for me and now i feel so..um, unsatisfied...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77568956?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77568956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77568956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77568956' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77520559</id><published>2002-06-08T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T21:50:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| good dental hygiene || yaya i have a SILVER toothbrush!  when i use it in the bathroom, i feel like i am lost in a futuristic world.... everything around me is so astonishing, so...... robotic.  paper towels are automatically ripped for you, the water gets purified 2 million times before it come out of the faucet, and the toilet stalls have those cool up-and-down doors like they have in star wars.  but then i sink back down into reality... into our ancient, primitive world.  sigh.... i can't wait for the future.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77520559?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77520559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77520559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77520559' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77508617</id><published>2002-06-08T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T13:35:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a little penguin told me Love is just a word people use to try to explain what they feel sometimes but then take it back because they got hurt and have forgotten when they felt before. i think that is the best one i've heard yet. [&lt;a href="aim:goim?screenname=sugahpie+desanto&amp;message=love+is..."&gt;love is...&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77508617?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77508617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77508617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77508617' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77488673</id><published>2002-06-07T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T23:17:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| random || the more fortune cookies i eat, the crappier the fortunes i get.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77488673?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77488673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77488673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77488673' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77488095</id><published>2002-06-07T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T21:01:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| p || why are there pathetic people? it's really heart-shattering and horrible, but why? i guess i am just bitter because things that i once saw as cute and fun are now just sad and pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77488095?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77488095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77488095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77488095' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77486657</id><published>2002-06-07T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T20:12:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramsites.net/~s2varope/net/fortunemain.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ramsites.net/~s2varope/net/images/fortune/15.jpg" border=none&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your fortune? &lt;a href="http://ramsites.net/~s2varope/net/fortunemain.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. i really need to stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77486657?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77486657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77486657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77486657' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77447139</id><published>2002-06-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T20:38:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/2.gif" border=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is just procrastination. i like how they determine your "personality type" from a series of questions and then they have their little disclaimer: "In truth, you are a combination of all the personality types."  &lt;br /&gt;and what do i have to say to that? marrgh.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77447139?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77447139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77447139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77447139' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77446433</id><published>2002-06-06T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T23:18:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| deep thoughts || why is it that i've never seen a cow not eating.  i mean, how much food can a cow possibly eat.  they turn the beautiful green grass into dead brown grass.  why can't they be like horses and eat hay- i like hay.  if i had my own cow, i'd make it eat hay or starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| ps || the wrist is better :) i can type now but i still can't really reach the more uncommon letters.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77446433?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77446433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77446433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77446433' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77396646</id><published>2002-06-05T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T17:18:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| drugs || fyi: the doctors at ashe don't recommend tylenol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with huge wrist pains today :(  suffered through an in-class writing final (which went as well as the equivalent of "meh")..... then i went to the walk-in center at the ashe (thanks to the recent publication of SHA-Zaam!) where i learned that i had an inflamed wrist :( due to all that ice cream scooping and that mexican chicken.... oh why oh why are there so many vegetables in the mexican chicken salad??  ooowwww.. i just learned that it really hurts to hit the question mark key.  okay... no more typing for ms. carpel tunnel. (yes, that's me) &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77396646?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77396646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77396646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77396646' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77322893</id><published>2002-06-04T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T00:16:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pizookie.  OOOOOOH i just got it!! pizza + cookie = pizookie!!&lt;br /&gt;um, anyway. i guess i just had to type it out to see that one (i yum slow)... it wasn't all that it was cut out to be... overrated.  but then again its a warm cookie topped with ice cream..... so how much better can it get eh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was too sweet. that's cuz the older i get, the more sensitive my taste buds are... everything is too sweet, too salty, too ugly.. (complaining is always fun).... before you know it, i'll be one of those crazy old ladies who lives in a scary house that no one dares to go to, until one day when the neighbor kids hit a baseball into my backyard and a cocky little boy will come sneak in to try to get it back... but will i let him?? NO OF COURSE NOT!!! it's on MY property, therefore it's MINE!!! muahahahha... &lt;br /&gt;but i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| tipping || no, not cows.  i think it's nice to leave big tips.  i think it has something to do with ego though.  matt noojen says: T.I.P.S. = To Insure Proper Service. sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77322893?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77322893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77322893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77322893' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77310418</id><published>2002-06-03T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T18:00:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| killer || today, when i came back from work, i tried opening the door but i hear this loud thunk sound and something is blocking the door... i figure i just hit one of my roommates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oops! sorry... are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh oh...hello? are you okay???&lt;br /&gt;me: hello???&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts: CRAP... i killed her! or at least knocked her unconscious (i'm assuming it's marisa, cuz rosy is too TOUGH and INTIMIDATING to hurt- haw!) ........ oh no....&lt;br /&gt;little voice in back of my head: oh PUH-lease honey, you are waaay too dramatic!  girl, juss open the door! (yes, it is a little black lady, her name is rashawnda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i pushed the door open and it turned out to be one of those folding chairs marisa had stolen from the lounge and propped against the wall, right next to the door. i guess it must have fallen down.  i guess i yam not a murderer.  WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77310418?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77310418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77310418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77310418' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77276306</id><published>2002-06-02T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T22:18:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya danceparty:  i officially work for campus events now!  i got two words for you: YEE HAW.  okay okay, i got two more: WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77276306?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77276306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77276306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77276306' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77214913</id><published>2002-06-01T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-01T01:56:46.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the point of drinking if you're not going to feel any of its immediate effects?  i donut know, because by now i've lost too many brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it bothers me that my roommate and her bf like to make out in bed when i'm at my desk, less than a foot away. and oh great, now she is going to go brush her teeth so they can make out more.  i love slurping sounds.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77214913?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77214913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77214913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77214913' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77203854</id><published>2002-05-31T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T18:20:30.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| bang ||  aaah! caroline cut my bangs!  let's just say, i look different... not necessarily bad, i think i just have to get used to it.. but apparently everyone thinks i still look the same.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: brian! look what caroline did to my hair! [points at bangs]&lt;br /&gt;brian: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( another sad face for the day.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77203854?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77203854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77203854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77203854' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77197243</id><published>2002-05-31T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T14:22:52.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| prank call ||&lt;br /&gt;prankster: hey peter peter pumpkin eater... what are you eating under there?&lt;br /&gt;me: under what?&lt;br /&gt;prankster: dammit, you messed it up. &lt;br /&gt;me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( no wonder i don't have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77197243?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77197243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77197243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77197243' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77186352</id><published>2002-05-31T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T14:17:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| cute || i gave rosy a lollipop last night and she started sucking on it before bed... this morning i wake up and she's asleep with a half-eaten lollipop in her hand. :)  candy makes everyone happy... um, except diabetics.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77186352?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77186352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77186352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77186352' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77170558</id><published>2002-05-30T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T21:23:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHeEeeeeeEEeeeee!!  we won 18 movie passes at the mug bug raffle!  :) well, with 30 tickets, we had a better chance at winning something compared to others who only had one.  so 6 of us got 3 tickets each... thanks to matt parsons who stood out in the blistering cold for 1.5 hours, even after all the rest of us deserted him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| so close || &lt;br /&gt;1 number away from winning a PS2 &lt;br /&gt;3 numbers away rom winning the VW bug&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77170558?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77170558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77170558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77170558' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77165015</id><published>2002-05-30T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T19:10:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| popular ||  hung out at the little MS bridge thingee.... uh.  i guess it's not really a bridge.  you know! that place, where the 5th floors connect... the place with vending machines that accept BruinCard (wow technology is so cool).  danny and i were just gonna turn in our hw but everyone and their mom was passing by, so we got to hang out with myha, adam (a Dam), siddhi, and a new friend bree.... plus we saw 5 million other friends pass by.  i'm going to start hanging out there more often.  makes me feel popular and cool.  yee haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my interview for campus events today....... time will tell how that's gonna turn out.  i bribed the commissioner with a &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ok5/gummi/"&gt;trolli burger&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| around the world theme || mug bug dinner tonite (all dining halls close and dinner is served outside).... we traveled the world looking for food... we found some good skewers in asia, but that was about it.  it was like 5 days worth of dining hall food variety all in one day. completely overwhelming.  still, themed dinners have better food. but sitting outside was fun. and the wristbands make it feel like a concert to remember.  yay.  &lt;br /&gt;oh my life is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77165015?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77165015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77165015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77165015' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77132277</id><published>2002-05-29T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T22:40:46.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap i forgot i had this again.  had better things on my mind.  like images of naked midgets.  oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77132277?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77132277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77132277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77132277' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-77038528</id><published>2002-05-27T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T15:22:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am weird(er).&lt;br /&gt;i think i am tired.  i think i have fallen down.  i think i am different from you and you and you. i think that the world isn't right.  i think i can fix it if i could only find enough paperclips and love.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-77038528?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77038528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/77038528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77038528' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76917216</id><published>2002-05-24T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T01:49:51.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ if you haven't seen episode II yet, you probably shouldn't read this ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| ii || meh.  hayden christensen can't act. they really really really should have found someone else to be anakin.  and what was up with natalie portman?? she sucked too!  she's usually an all-right actress, but this just wasn't convincing... she's not tough enough! now, carrie fisher!!!  she's awesome! :)  the love story sucked big time. LAME.  not just harmless-lame, it was more like i-need-to-strangle-someone-this-is-so-lame-lame.  the best part of the entire movie was when windo (samuel L jackson!) said, "this party's over!" hahah! but i think george lucas should stick to special effects, no more writing, please!  at least he managed to keep jar jar binks out of most of the movie... i hate that guy... err.. that thing. and i have to admit it was A LOT better than episode I. *sigh* when did i get so bitter and critical towards movies? i don't know.... simple things like A Goofy Movie used to entertain me (see previous blogs) and now i'm just a big cranky baloney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, the saddest part was that we went to the wrong theater so i missed the Matrix II preview... oh well, i'm sure i can dl a trailer from somewhere.  at least i didn't have to pay for my ticket!  $9, can u believe that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| yoda || the yoda-lightsaber scene was so weird.  still i can't imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76917216?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76917216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76917216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76917216' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76900644</id><published>2002-05-23T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T16:01:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| whoa || i was walking back up to hedrick when i hear these girls calling my name.... i turn around and who do i see??  diana (my buddy from the &lt;b&gt;5th&lt;/b&gt; grade!!), evelyn, and nicole b... they were here visiting rufus (aka joe) on 4s-- i haven't talked to these chicas in years it feels like! what a small small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| huh? || guess what? i don't have ADD! .....but apparently i do have some attention deficiency, but not so severe that it's considered a disability (whew).... it was a little scary though cuz the counselor kept talking as if she were me, "I, Helen, lack internal structure, commitment, and motivation.  I need to find some way to deal with these issues."  ooooh mmyyy.... forget about ADD here, let's talk about ODD! cuz she sure was one odd lady!  hahah, have my lame puns gotten to anyone yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did get something good out of this all this mumbojumbo... if anyone has trouble studying (i know i am not the only one), i recommend &lt;a href="http://www.ldamc.org/Articles/Learning%20Outside%20the%20Lines.htm"&gt;learning outside the lines&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76900644?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76900644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76900644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76900644' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76854560</id><published>2002-05-22T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T14:12:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| late || i forgot i had a response paper due today in com lit discussion, so i did it this morning... was done by 10:35 (class was at 11) but when i went to go print it out, it took like 15 minutes cuz someone else was printing out War and Peace or something ridiculously long so i didn't leave until 10:50 (ten minutes to bunche hall? not on these short legs!)!!  the words, 'crap I'M LATE' kept running through my mind.  and all that construction on sunset didn't help... in fact.......... i slipped and fell on all that sand!  lost a lot of skin on my knee and twisted my ankle and scraped off the top layers of my toenails (ow!).  and i just had to do it in front of a big crowd too. :(  it was fine, until later when the knee started stinging a lot and the ankle hurt when i put pressure on the heel.  i ended up not going to class (i get discouraged easily, but it got pretty painful too)... so when i finally got back to hedrick, i couldn't get into my room because a certain couple was gettin' it on in the room.....and THEN i couldn't find a sha anywhere (limped through 4 floors!). what horrible luck. but i think i am almost better, despite the fact that now i am LAME :( (no, i wasn't before, meanie!)...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76854560?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76854560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76854560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76854560' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76754289</id><published>2002-05-20T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T05:20:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| uh-oh || i think i'm anemic again. :( this happened to me about two years ago too.  massive blood loss causing fatigue and iron deficiency. so tired. must work. &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76754289?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76754289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76754289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76754289' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76711927</id><published>2002-05-18T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T05:17:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! finally, i saw spiderman!  unfortunately, some of the kids next to us musta peed their pants during one of the scary parts, cuz half way through the movie, it started smelling like urine :( *sigh* and the movie was disappointing too (not that it was bad, it just wasn't i expected).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| image of the moment || ralph wiggum: "why do people run from me?" he asks as urine slowly seeps through his pants.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76711927?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76711927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76711927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76711927' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76681073</id><published>2002-05-17T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T05:16:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| ADD || how do kids with ADD study? that's all i wanted to know, and suddenly, i'm filling out 6-page forms about my medical history and getting scheduled for a screening.  went to the osd (office for students with disabitilites) to get some pamphlets on studying tips but then the guy that i talked to wouldn't give them to me unless i got tested for "learning disabilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i don't really think i need to be tested...&lt;br /&gt;him: well, you never know, do you?&lt;br /&gt;me: but...&lt;br /&gt;him: aah, don't worry about it, the tests won't be more than 2 hours long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76681073?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76681073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76681073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76681073' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76650743</id><published>2002-05-17T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T20:54:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful mind = a beautiful movie. just saw it with my favorite (ex-)roommate at ackerman!  it made me cry, but since i was wearing her sweatshirt i had nowhere to wipe my tears, so i tried holding most of it. so if u see me, all puffy-eyed, you'll know the story.  *sigh* what can i say? i'mma sucker for the movies.  i even cried in "a goofy movie" when max was embarassed of goofy, cuz, you know-- "it's hard to be cool when your dad's Goofy!" but really, it introduced a more serious and realistic (is that the right word?) side of goofy!!  okay, i should really stop trying to justifymy extreme sensitivity to things designed to be even remotely poignant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| hours || i am proud of myself.  since wednesday, i've studied 12.5 hours of multivariable calculus (no, not continuously- impossible!)!!  i've never ever studied that much before in two days!  actually, i think i've only collectively studied 12.5 hours in my entire life.  oh wait, no- i forgot, i had nicholson for AP calc (ah, repressed memories emerging...) but the studying really paid off this time. grades are up and i feel like celebratin'! yee haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i actually got my butt up to the student math center at 9am just to study and do practice problems.  i didn't really need to be in there because of our (grant and i split it) handy-dandy complete solutions manual (*drool*), but the environment just gives the extra assurance when doing problems.  but by 12, it was really crowded and all i could hear were these math terms and so, feeling overwhelmed, i ducked outta there and chilled in ackerman (ie slept).  speaking of sleep, that sounds nice.  i think i deserve some!!   yay!  no more studying till saturday (then it's physics... wheeee!).&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76650743?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76650743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76650743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76650743' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76561177</id><published>2002-05-14T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T19:44:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hugged marisa ("new" roommate) today!! well... it was sort of a half-hug, i was just a little too hyper, so i guess i just forgot who she was.  she doesn't seem like the hugging type.  hey, neither does rosy.  i would feel weird hugging them. o_O  anyway. everytime i talk to marisa, i want to go to new york (that's where she's from).  i think that's why she's so cool... cuz everyone from new york is cool! not like multi-variable calculus.  that is so NOT cool man.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76561177?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76561177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76561177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76561177' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76522615</id><published>2002-05-13T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T20:55:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank" style="border: none"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney/small_belle.gif" width=300 height=80 alt="Disney Princesses" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which of the &lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank"&gt;Disney Princesses&lt;/a&gt; are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee, so what if i have a midterm on thursday?? i'm allowed to take breaks and click on the 5 million links &lt;a href="http://mr-hapaning.blogspot.com"&gt;brian&lt;/a&gt; has up, right?? but anyhoo, yes, i'm a "Belle"--- "You are a true bookworm and dream of a life better than the simple, quiet one you lead now. Your good looks can attract the town jerks [you mean mexican midgets?], but you manage to ignore them most of the time. Sometimes you feel like you're surrounded by idiots. [hee hee!] So what are you waiting for? You don't need your father to be kidnapped to get out and see the world. Although you can be stubborn [what??], you're also very compassionate and see beyond people's façades."&lt;br /&gt;btw... who is megara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| loud || not that i've started studying yet (i am going to soon, really!), but one of my roommates (who will remain nameless, but keep in mind that rosy does not own a computer) is playing some weird fishing game on her comp and the sound effects are really loud and distracting..... how do i tell her to keep it down when we finally have a good roommate relationship now?  i guess i still don't feel comfortable enough to tell her, "shut up b*tch!"  heeeeeeeeeeeee JK!!!!  don't worry myha; next year, i plan to say, "hey, do you want to borrow my headphones *hint hint*?" if anything like this happens. r d r r! (u simpsons fans should get that one)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76522615?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76522615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76522615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76522615' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76487173</id><published>2002-05-12T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T00:10:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i will be missing out because of my math midterm thursday:&lt;br /&gt;(1) free weezer concert, monday night (rivers = *drool*) but not that i would've gotten in&lt;br /&gt;(2) episode II premiere, wed/thurs midnight&lt;br /&gt;(3) 2nd chance to see episode II, thursday noon (w/matt noojen)&lt;br /&gt;(4) fiesta party in which wilson will engage in drunken stripping (d'oh! forget math...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| mom's day ||  so usually, on mother's day, you should hang out with your mom, right (or rather, your mom wants to hang out with you)?  that's what i had planned to do, until my mom told me this morning, "oh you should study, i'm going to go out now."  uh.. okay.  so she went out with her friends and it was a happy mother's day.  i got to spend my day with my other mom, Mr. Tabor (aka Joey Fatone), at costco.  hee hee, my other mom... ha!  jk! i'm sucha riot! *slaps knee* okay, enough, i'm killing myself. but it was really nice talking to mr. T again. :) *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| dirty 2 || i come back and there's leaves on the floor.... why oh why is it so dirty?? i wouldn't mind it so much if it were just messy, but it's DIRTY.  there's even more chocolate on the floor now... reminds me of mr. fair's house!!  EEEEEKK!!! that was the GROSSEST experience ever..... (flashback: cobwebs as thick as halloween decorations, black ring of dirt in the sink and tub, mr. fair touching me... *gasp* *faints*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this weekend was a total waste of time cuz the only productive thing i did was make bracelets and get film developed.  and when i FINALLY did get down to some studying, my neighbors decided to have a bbq party and bust out with the mariachi music at 200 decibels.. :( there ya go- weekend in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| term of the moment || homosexuiot&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76487173?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76487173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76487173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76487173' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76337131</id><published>2002-05-09T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T07:14:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;themed dinners in the dorms today (or i guess last night-- wednesday nite)... and we all know that means really good food!!  hedrick had Ocho de Mayo and roommate rosy really really enjoyed it :) and david, the mexican f&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ag, said it was just like home. hee hee.  but looks like de neve had it even better (their theme: hawaiian)!  they had a buncha fresh fruits like mango and papaya and some hella good cheesecake (says caroline)... jen and care got a plate of every single entree that was served!  i wish we had themed dinners everyday..... i guess UCLA is supposed to have &lt;a href="http://www.dailybruin.ucla.edu/db/issues/99/11.05/news.food.html"&gt;pretty good dorm food&lt;/a&gt; (old article), but i just seem to hate everything there nowadays, or at least find nothing satisfying. but i like the omelet bar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| i luv asians || went to the Asian Pacific American Heritage Month Festival tonite... i just wanted to watch paul "rahzel" kim beatbox. wow, he sounds EXACTLY like rahzel... (check out razhel's "if your mother only knew")   how do they do it??  i donut know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of asians... interested in &lt;a href="http://www.cesnur.org/testi/falung101.htm"&gt;falun gong&lt;/a&gt;? (contribution of wilson "the dill" dilson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| dirty || our room is so gross!!!!  i think rosy and i should secretly wash marisa's bedsheets for her and then pine-sol everything she owns... the floor around her area is completely covered in cheerio crumbs and pencil shavings or something. our room smells like old hot dogs and new leather.  hahaha, okay i guess it is not that bad.  she's not really THAT dirty either. but our room does smell funny.  and rosy just stepped on some chocolate (??).&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76337131?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76337131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76337131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76337131' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76246317</id><published>2002-05-06T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T22:26:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised at how much chinese i still remember.  i was out by powell, reading the signboards on falun gong.  falun gong... hmm... i remember reading something about that in Time... something about how it was a cult.  or that it wasn't.  ermm... i forget. :( but anyhoo, i was able to read a lot of the chinese parts! that doesn't mean i understood it though. i remember the words, but not the meanings. that's the thing with chinese-- there's no way you can sound out the word either.  it's all about total memorization of those thousands of characters.  i guess that's what makes the chinese the most awesome race on the human planet.  hahaha jk. i hate chinese people.  JUST KIDDING!! geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| 1:00pm || met up with jen wu today.  last time we got together, we contemplated our existence and the surrealism of everything around us.  that day was so perfect it felt like we were on a movie set. but the perfection became really questionable so we started wishing for someone to fall so we could be brought back to reality.  and whaddya know? three seconds later, some girl trips and falls less than two feet away from us.  aaah freaky!!  so truman show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today wasn't as eerily flawless as the other day.  however, a couple of christian girls asked to talk to us about "life."  they just wanted to talk to us (for 30 minutes!!) in order to prove that christians were "real" people, not living in a little "bubble" or whatever she was saying.  i understand what they were doing, but, uh, i guess we weren't really the right people to talk to because neither jen nor i had any strong opinions (for or against) religion. they ended up talking to us for twenty minutes anyway.  meh. odd but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76246317?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76246317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76246317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76246317' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76203733</id><published>2002-05-05T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T19:22:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| wonder || i came back to school and my bed was made... what happened? i'm afraid to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| zesty || how can you prove that you love avocados?  eat my lemon-fresh guacamole!  made guacamole in the 5N kitchen today, except that i didn't have any measuring spoons so i didn't know how much 2 tablespoons was... haha, i just "eyeballed" it and oops!  too much lemon juice.  but nikki and i still ate most of it (thanks to tostito scoops!), but poor janice took a bite, puckered, and i guess that was all she could handle.  ;)  hee hee... but then again she doesn't love avocados like nikki and me (check out this header)... well, scott on my floor made me feel a lot better- him and his girlfriend actually didn't make a face when they tried it... AND HE KEPT EATING IT!!  "it's good, it just has a lot of lemon juice in it." wowhee! i think he made it taste better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some people take the love for avocados a little too far... avocado milkshakes??  uh, caroline, that's disturbing.  yecch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| congrats || wow, if richard can keep it up for 5 more days, he will make it to a month free of cigarettes!!  and cold turkey too! &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76203733?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76203733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76203733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76203733' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76178250</id><published>2002-05-05T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T19:00:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| home || back in the heights for the weekend... and instead of studying like i had planned to, i decided to scare myself shitless by watching the sixth sense... not a good idea when you are home alone!  good thing for cookies.  :) yay!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76178250?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76178250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76178250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76178250' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76148655</id><published>2002-05-04T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T02:03:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size =1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| disappointment of the day || wasted precious minutes walking from northern lights all the way down south to cs24 in order to "surprise" myha... hadn't really seen her for awhile, so i wanted to trudge back up the treacherous Hill with her... sat there till 3:00pm until i finally decided to poke my head into the class, and guess what? the lecture hall was empty!  turned out prof kaesz let them out at 2:40 :( but i got to spend quality with my favorite person &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ok5/barf_a_maniac/index.html"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; *barf* ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| highlight of the night || SPRING SING!  wowzers!  STEVIE WONDER!!!  but him being there was just half of the excitement.... the other half was--oh my gosh--MR BELDING!!!!!  how complete my life would be if only Mario Lopez attended!  and let's not forget josh and andrew and their whole AGO crew (though i was a little disappointed andrew wasn't in those sexy pink pants *shudder*).  the talent was really awesome, especially &lt;a href="http://www.richeylam.com"&gt;richey lam&lt;/a&gt;, the man with the big lips but nice voice.  surprised that he didn't win anything, but boy, the crowd sure loved him... RICHEY LAM! RICHEY LAM! david: I LOVE SPAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-I-M-P... P is for the places i go with all my hoes...? (sketchy randoms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| puzzles || curly fries?? more like squiggly fries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| richey || i want to marry richey lam.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76148655?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76148655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76148655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76148655' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76085040</id><published>2002-05-02T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T10:18:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/series/late_world/"&gt;sneaky jesus!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"watch highlights" &gt;&gt; "funny moments" &gt;&gt; "sneaky jesus... c'mon it's funny!"&lt;br /&gt;(not recommended for those who are easily offended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76085040?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76085040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76085040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76085040' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-76064818</id><published>2002-05-01T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T21:10:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog schmlog.  i think i sleep too much.  everywhere i go i am sleeping...... i don't even know why i make the effort to walk to campus anymore.  i sleep through all my lectures (yes, even amazing professor malkan's physics) and between class and work i just sleep everywhere..... powell, sculpture garden, young, dickson plaza... okay, okay, so i don't really sleep in ALL those places, but i sure know my north campus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| scary || so, this whole week, i've pretty much just been sleeping.... except monday night, when wilson dilson told me a scary story and i got too scared to fall asleep... this one guy in his class used to have dreams about a witch in a football helmet when he was little, but his parents just thought he was having nightmares, until his dad slept in his room one night and saw the same images.... now how scary is that????  okay, i am sooo chicken shit, but everyone already knows that.  i pee in my pants when people just come up behind me and say "boo." (don't get any ideas now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay math hw beckons.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-76064818?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76064818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/76064818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76064818' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-75869792</id><published>2002-04-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T18:57:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man :( i was supposed to go down to pomona to watch krish perform tonite so i was all ready, had my car and everything.... figured i should leave at 12 or earlier to beat the traffic, but i was so damn tired from this jam-packed week that i decided to take a lil nap at 11... and of course i didn't wake up until 2... arrgh.  so i decided that i would just wait for josephine until 5 since she really wanted to go watch krish croon too... if i was gonna sit thru traffic, might as well be with a friend!  but by the time she got out of her review session i was dead.  bleh-like.  turns out she had a tough week (it'll be an even tougher one next week) so unfortunately we will be missing out on this one!  spent the afternoon enjoying &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ok5/blobbies/"&gt;blobbies&lt;/a&gt;.  i love myha :) she is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-75869792?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75869792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75869792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75869792' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-75857773</id><published>2002-04-26T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T12:11:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruel cruel world.... the only time i actually WANT to hear enrique, i can't get the song anywhere...   if you have the escape song please send it to me.  i am desperate. i need my enrique.   please, be a friend: [&lt;a href="aim:goim?screenname=sugahpie+desanto&amp;message=i+love+enrique"&gt;sugahpie desanto&lt;/a&gt;] thanks. :(&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-75857773?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75857773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75857773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75857773' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-75849008</id><published>2002-04-26T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T11:24:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... been up all morning contemplating my intelligence (or lack thereof)... i swear, i've become at least 40% stupider since i've got to college.  AT LEAST.  it would be  more understandable if drugs and alcohol were a big part of my college experience, but that's not the case... :( i feel like waverly when she told aunty lindo that she never wanted to play chess again, and when she tried to play again, she just couldn't see the moves anymore... i'd quote, but i've forgotten most of the Joy Luck Club now (see what I mean?  i can't really recite Forrest Gump anymore either)... so sad, so sad...... i guess it really hit me when i realized that i was relating myself to enrique iglesias songs.  i can't believe myself.  but you can't escape my love. &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-75849008?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75849008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75849008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75849008' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-75841046</id><published>2002-04-26T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T01:30:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiiiiigh... midterms (first set) are finally over!  yee haw!  now it's just all about relaxing... so i went home tonight for a while with my homeboy grant, and on the way back we were just tossing around the idea of being rich and how absolutely liberating it would be if we won the lottery.  we actually drove to expressmart to buy some tickets but they had already stopped selling them. i don't usually buy lottery tickets, but it doesn't look like i'm gonna succeed too much in college, so might as well just start crossing my fingers and paying the "stupid tax" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| but || things really would be so much better if i had a grip of cash.  a   big   fat     grip. screw that "money can't buy happiness" crap.  i'm so materialistic, money is pure bliss to me! :) hee hee, but i'm fine with being poor too (i better get used to it, if i plan on being a teacher). poor = okay, rich = nice, happy = best.  there's my fortune cookie aphorism of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| grant || "aah if i was rich, i'd change my major to psychology right now."  hahaha, that's so horrible!  no offense to any psych majors- it's just that being chinese, we were raised (or more like trained) to see psychology as the "slacker" major... you don't even wanna know how many times i was slapped in the face when i told my parents i was thinking about changing my major to psych.... so now i'm a bio major!  HA!  :( still considering psych though (ssh! it's a secret!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| craving of the moment || apple juice and raisins.  how long do pregnancy cravings last??&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-75841046?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75841046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75841046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75841046' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462955.post-75801278</id><published>2002-04-25T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T01:07:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite: jackie (friend from work)'s bday.  westwood brewing company. fun.  as usual, she took two shots and was gone.  :) i guess technically, it's not fair to use "as usual" as i have only seen her drunk twice... but i like to make random assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puzzles = "the max."  that seems so much cooler (peter engel is a genius), and you know me- always striving to be cooler!!  who came up with the name puzzles anyway? it has no association whatsoever with real puzzles (flashback to yale, walking into puzzles for the first time looking for actual puzzles)... sure, it's the place "where it all comes together" but really, what is "it" that is coming together???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i think mario lopez was hot (WAS)..... i wanna run my hands through those oh-so-sexy ringlets! &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/couplandesque/quizzes/sbtb.htm"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt; if you are an AC Slater, let's get together sometime... :)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3462955-75801278?l=helenlittle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75801278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3462955/posts/default/75801278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenlittle.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75801278' title=''/><author><name>helen little</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
