<?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-5153713</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:32:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AbOuT a GiRl</title><subtitle type='html'>Day after day I am more confused, yet I look for the light in the pouring rain. You know thats a game I had to lose..and I am feeling the strain...oh what a shame...Oh give me the beat boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away...I am beggining to think that I am wasting time..i dont' understand the things I do..the world outside looks so unkind..but I am couting on you..you can carry me through..I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-109517966251859972</id><published>2004-09-14T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T09:34:22.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have some to say but I'm constricted by confidentiality....GoddamitIn a word,Unexplainably happy lately.Or 3?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/109517966251859972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/109517966251859972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109517966251859972' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-109278799084703354</id><published>2004-08-17T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T17:13:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Oh Friends...."I'm pretty fortunate to have as many as I do...I'm pretty lucky to have as many "good" ones as I do..I'm pretty happy with my friends with "benifits"...I'm pretty fucking stressed out with some of them though.....*eerie kung fu music cue in*My bestest friends are amazing, totally supportive and always there for me..To lend a hand, a ride, a drink and even some fucky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/109278799084703354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/109278799084703354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109278799084703354' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-109033708154973378</id><published>2004-07-20T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T08:24:41.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rejected.... It simply has to be the single most self damaging thing that can happen to a young girl. I haven't been rejected by a boy, a girl, a friend, foe, loan or even for a job position... I have been rejected by a foreign country... For the fucking 3rd time! And a friendly country at that! I mean if it were ...say Iraq or even Japan I could atleast take comfort in knowing that 1 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/109033708154973378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/109033708154973378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033708154973378' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-108975377030208013</id><published>2004-07-13T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T14:22:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh it has been a big 2 weeks...Let's review the list...*Chrissie left me...*I cut off all the hair..*Then I went brunette!*Then Chrissie came back..*Then I broke the strap off of my favourite shoes!*Then Chrissie came back much earlier than anticipated.*I bit my tongue (metaphorically)in a situation that normally "Lanti" would suffer from "verbal diarhea!"And speaking of diarhea....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108975377030208013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108975377030208013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108975377030208013' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-108839509418398329</id><published>2004-06-27T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T20:58:14.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I simply have to apologize...This page is just downright ugly..and I have sat down a thousand times to make it more attractive..or atleast appealing to the eye..But..Then I sit and think..."Holy shit that would be a lot of work..and I have papers..and so many other things to do!"And the neglect continues..Thus, causing me to not want to update as often...It's just so god damn ugly?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108839509418398329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108839509418398329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108839509418398329' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-108717727523144875</id><published>2004-06-13T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T18:43:33.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:Goog'led"Have you ever goog'led yourself?A friend of mine did..With my name..Okay, it's true I have been lying to all of you for the past year and a half...Check out;The Real MeScary is it not?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108717727523144875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108717727523144875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108717727523144875' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-108683279127944737</id><published>2004-06-09T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T18:59:51.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A tad bit tipsy...it's barely 11!I'm a tad bit tipsy and it's barely 11pm, heading out for my last Wednesday before my old age sets in. This time next week, I'm veering towards being "old"...This time last year, I was sweating the 23, Now I'm near border depression...Fuck I don't want to get old...Ah well, the drunk will numb the pain...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108683279127944737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108683279127944737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108683279127944737' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-108606131363557399</id><published>2004-05-31T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T20:48:44.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What the Fuck...I know you!"After a long nights work, Chrissie and I were walking back to her place downtown, expecting nothing more than the usual cars driving by in their "gangstars' (Mommys Windstar minivan) yelling the usual obscenities from their child guard halfway rolled down windows...Although this city has a large majority of university students, there always seems to be a large </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108606131363557399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108606131363557399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108606131363557399' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-108587640844731966</id><published>2004-05-29T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T17:20:08.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It hurts...You know how sometimes, you make yourself (yes notice the use of the words "make" and 'yourself" and the irony that bonds those two very words together)Yes..So you "make yourself"1)Think that peoples strange and crass behaviour gives them character?2)Feel like if you spend enough time in someones presence you will begin to understand their dillusions?3)Maybe even live in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108587640844731966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108587640844731966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108587640844731966' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-108446667085048013</id><published>2004-05-13T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T09:44:30.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R.I.P KyleI have been taking some time off (yet again)...Always intending on coming back..However..The last couple of days have been rough and trying to say the least.I'm not going to write yet another memorial for a friend, but just a link or two to help anyone who didnt' know Kyle understand just what kind of an impact he had on everyone who ever had the opportunity and privelidge to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108446667085048013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/108446667085048013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108446667085048013' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-107841827548513375</id><published>2004-03-04T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T08:41:34.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head...I miss you."Blink 182-Miss YouMy phone rang last night, and for the first time in quite awhile I was actually anxious to hear the voice on the other end.It's hard to put the extent of my stubborness into words, however know that it is a powerful force. I am not one to open myself up, certainly not in a way that could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107841827548513375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107841827548513375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841827548513375' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-107825231138799600</id><published>2004-03-02T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:38:01.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell is that!There is a reason as to why only men can grow facial hair....Well atleast most women can't grow facial hair...*quivers*Anyways..Men tend not to take drastic changes in their appearances. They're not big on "change" and figure..."Hell this got me this far, and remember that hot chick that night in the bar that grinded with me  because she liked my hair!"Men tend not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107825231138799600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107825231138799600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107825231138799600' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-107816630490645024</id><published>2004-03-01T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:41:20.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girl InteruptedDo you remember that scene in Girl Interupted where Wynona Ryder's character realizes that crazy is just a word used to describe abnormal human nature? She is in the cab driving the same route that had brought her to the hospital..."Downtown" is playing on the radio?Metaphorically I feel like that.I feel like I am driving the same route that brought me to "crazy."And "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107816630490645024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107816630490645024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816630490645024' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-107808254329148539</id><published>2004-02-29T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T11:25:14.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have there ever been more suitable lyrics???See, I dont know why I liked you so muchI gave you all, of my trustI told you, I loved you, now thats all down the drainYa put me through pain, I wanna let u know how I feelFuck what I said it dont mean shit nowFuck the presents might as well throw em outFuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jackFuck you, you hoe, I dont want you backFuck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107808254329148539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107808254329148539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107808254329148539' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-107798514489122949</id><published>2004-02-28T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T09:17:00.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Night In the Life Of Lanti....Meredith and I leave work in a mad rush, cheap drinks start in less than an hour and we still require "get ready" time, pre-drinking and typical bar prepartation time. It has become routine for us to run for our office to her apartment 2 blocks away with my overnight bag rushing to get ready for yet another night of drunken foolilshness.I have found the worlds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107798514489122949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107798514489122949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798514489122949' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-107797913848229953</id><published>2004-02-28T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T07:47:55.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my, my head hurts...I have had this relentless headache lately...I can think of a hundred and one causes really, but nonetheless..It hurts along with everything else right now.I have come to a standstill in life really. Actually would one call it a standstil? I'm not sure, it's strange and a bit of an oxy moron. LIfe is moving too fast and I'm not willing to move along side it.I'm just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107797913848229953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107797913848229953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107797913848229953' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-107731132365696804</id><published>2004-02-20T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T13:11:23.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn I have lost so much....My last post shown is October 26...Man, I have a novel to write!The drama and changes that have taken place...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107731132365696804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/107731132365696804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731132365696804' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106718476761736141</id><published>2003-10-26T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T08:21:04.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So do you know what tomorow is?24 hours from now, everything is changed.I'm leaving, going "home." Somewhere I think that I have been away from for much too long. Somewhere I have longed to be for what seems like an eternity.However,In this moment of excitement and glee, I should be smitten to be packing up all of my things in organized boxes, yet...I have this horrible sence of sadness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106718476761736141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106718476761736141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106718476761736141' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106704123313903023</id><published>2003-10-24T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T17:20:34.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If you knew then what you know now..Would you?"Have you ever really sat back and thought about the following question?Seriously, apply it to anything....*Now that I have given you a moment*1)Been my friend?Taking into consideration just how hard it is to gain my trust not to mention the roadblocks and obstacle courses you have to run through in order for me to call you a "friend"...I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106704123313903023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106704123313903023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106704123313903023' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106686536188025447</id><published>2003-10-22T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T16:29:21.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How is the hell did we end up like this?"It's been a long couple of months...A really long time when you take into consideration the amount of "change" I came home to.I've spoken endlessly about what a great time I had during my work term however, I have failed to mention the amount of change that has taken place since my departure back in August.It seems as though, while I was out having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106686536188025447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106686536188025447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686536188025447' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106669588177727115</id><published>2003-10-20T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T17:24:41.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Back......So it's all over....Or is it?Leave it to me to take a piece of isolation back with me...And a bit of Holland to *evil grin*I've decided to compose a list of all that I have learned over the last little while. Tidbits of wisdom that have come forth with new experiences.*ahem, clears throat*You can meet someone in an awkward situation, with nothing but bad vibes before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106669588177727115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106669588177727115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106669588177727115' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106642558071452004</id><published>2003-10-17T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T14:19:40.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's my last day....I leave tomorow....How do I feel?Totally depressed and totally relieved....Crazy?I think so....It could be the wine..It could be the amount of alchol I have taken into my blood stream over the last couple of months...But I find myself totally and utterly "confused"....I am glad to say that some of the greatest people I know will be joining me when we leave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106642558071452004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106642558071452004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106642558071452004' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106458398888662111</id><published>2003-09-26T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T07:06:11.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am back again....An unschedualed return, but back nonetheless.Due to my getting sick enough for my G.M to cast me off the peninsula, I am home and searching for a crooked doctor willing to allow my "ready for the morgue" carcus to get back to work. How hard can that be? With my charm and wit I am sure I will be back by "manic Monday."So it has been a month...A month of isolation, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106458398888662111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106458398888662111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106458398888662111' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-10636325932050413</id><published>2003-09-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T06:29:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Guess who's back, back again...Lanti's back, back again...Now this looks like a job for me so everyone just bounce with me cuz we need a little bit of controversy and it just feels so empty without me!..."Well, myabe not "back" so to say....More like here for a day or so...*shrugs*I surprisingly have internet access at my new and temporary living quaters, but absolutly no time to post </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/10636325932050413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/10636325932050413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10636325932050413' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106168908284242300</id><published>2003-08-23T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T18:38:02.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Goodbye Seems To Be The Sadest Word..."I have been keeping it on the "down low" lately, although I've known for about a week...I'm leaving, on a 2 month "work term" where I don't think I will have internet access...*wiping tears*So my site may be dormant for a bit, maybe a post here and there when I get home for weekends once in awhile or something. But posting will resume as soon as I get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106168908284242300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106168908284242300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106168908284242300' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106163884980384423</id><published>2003-08-23T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T04:40:49.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ad·dic·tion (-dkshn)The condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with or or involved in somethingAccording to Websters, I have an addiction? Do any of the "Websters" have a Ph.d? ***** I have been mocking my best friend "M" for as long as I can remember for her constant O.C.D,(obsessive compulsive disorder)..Her comeback? "Girl, those who live in glass houses should not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106163884980384423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106163884980384423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106163884980384423' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106131262533103410</id><published>2003-08-19T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T10:03:45.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not particularly surprised by the reactions that rooted from my last post. Primarily my number one "thing that sucked." I half wittedly did it purposly, to stir the pot you might say. Not that my statement wasn't real, or heartfelt, it was infact quite the contrary....I personally feel that Cape Breton does "suck." *shrugs*Nowhere in this blog have I specified that you were joining a "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106131262533103410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106131262533103410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106131262533103410' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106114761433620410</id><published>2003-08-17T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T12:13:34.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what (for lack of a better term) "sucks?"1 million things come to mind, no make that a trillion and one.But why not make a random list?50) Humidity- If it's hot that's fine, but why must it be sticky and suck all the air away?49)Dollar  store sparkly pens!48)Ignorant bank tellers, who seem to think that because they are paid over minimum wage and can count a "little tinsy winsy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106114761433620410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106114761433620410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106114761433620410' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106082289340441765</id><published>2003-08-13T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T18:06:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Call you up in the middle of the night..You were there like a firefly without a light.."The blantant ringing of the phone was deafning, after 4 rings she glared at the flashing red light of the alarm clock, it read 3am. The phone was just over an arms reach. Sitting up, wiping the sleep from her eyes, she reached for the reciever. There was a solid silence on the other end, but she knew just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106082289340441765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106082289340441765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106082289340441765' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106080038259227302</id><published>2003-08-13T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T11:51:08.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm off to the beach for the day...I'm becomming quite the "beach bunny"...*scratches head* Did I just use the term "beach bunny"?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106080038259227302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106080038259227302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106080038259227302' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106078845854591658</id><published>2003-08-13T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T08:32:26.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Commenting is back....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106078845854591658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106078845854591658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106078845854591658' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106061383558630679</id><published>2003-08-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T07:57:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's been a couple of days....But, hey better late than never...Right?****You fall, break your arm...Spend your entire summer locked up like a hostage in your home while your friends spend their hot days at the beach...I can relate.You break up with your signifigant other just to see how fast they will come back to you. Although  you know it's probably not "stable" behaviour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106061383558630679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106061383558630679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106061383558630679' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-106009164222590448</id><published>2003-08-05T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T06:54:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well this is fun! I got this great email from a friend of mine. It's this brutally honest way of telling your closest of friends what you really think of their quirks and positives. I just love stuff like this, where people talk about me like I'm not there. Due to the fact that they are not saying aloud and I am not in "smacking distance" they let it all out. I would be lying if I didn't say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106009164222590448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/106009164222590448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106009164222590448' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105987442637454915</id><published>2003-08-02T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T19:01:43.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exhaustion is a splendid thing...When you slip into that stage of delusion, seeing things that are mere tricks of the eye...Much like a mirage...This is where you think I am speaking metaphorically and I am about to get into something really deep...Isn't it?Sorry to dissapoint...But in reality, I am just really over tired. *shrugs*My post this evening comes to you simply because I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105987442637454915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105987442637454915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105987442637454915' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105967216507379854</id><published>2003-07-31T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T10:22:45.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" Oh the possibilities...picture all of the possibilities....Sounds like a love song..sounds like a love song..."Jay-Z..Like A Walk in the Park? Huh?I'm missing something...Imagination? Awareness? Inspiration?Critically acclaimed for my imagination....Overly aware of my surroundings and inspired something as irrelevant as a grass...I guess that's not the answer. *shrugs*So a walk in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105967216507379854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105967216507379854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105967216507379854' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105931393566322511</id><published>2003-07-27T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T06:52:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I am going to just give "props" to my links..I have found some incredibly talented people while blogging, and a lot of them go unnoticed. So if you're searching for something to read, I may have the quick fix.Pentalk-This is probably my favourite blog I have found in my months on here. She's a lady with a lot of insight and an amazing talent for not only writing but as a poet. She's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105931393566322511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105931393566322511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105931393566322511' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105924555676695176</id><published>2003-07-26T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T11:52:36.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*arches eyebrow*Somethings different?*brief pause*Ah yes, Blogger @#$^ing changed the format again!************"..With all the voices in her head..now what was that? I thought I heard you scream..I know you can feel it...you're already there, asleep underwater just screaming for air...I know you can feel it..You're already...Don't you know we're freaks and creatures?...we go back and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105924555676695176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105924555676695176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105924555676695176' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105915401651484600</id><published>2003-07-25T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T10:26:56.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...These ideas are nightmares to white parents, whose worst fears are a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings. Like whatever they say has no bearing..." Have you ever been somewhere, and you can't help but overhear a conversation between strangers, their points being so off base, you just simply have to interupt and throw your voice in there?Knowing full well that you are "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105915401651484600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105915401651484600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105915401651484600' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105909967556570959</id><published>2003-07-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T19:21:15.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Come away with me in the night...Come away with me and I will write you a song...Come away with me on a bus....Come away with me where they can't taint us with their lies...I want to walk with you on a cloudy day in fields where the yellow grass grows knee high.." Norah JonesShe nonchalantly moves from the desk towards the breeze coming in from the open door, it's been so warm lately. Norah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105909967556570959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105909967556570959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105909967556570959' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105908970122059151</id><published>2003-07-24T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T17:02:33.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been seriously neglecting my blogging lately...But I will resume very soon...You'll notice that my template is back to "somewhat" normal...*adjusting*It's been there for quite sometime and until recently I was under the impression that I had permission to use it by the designer. Turns out the designer is an amazing artist and offers her templates under the condition that you link </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105908970122059151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105908970122059151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105908970122059151' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105829165595355288</id><published>2003-07-15T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T10:54:15.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you look over to the left, there is this link...it says "Email Me"....use it...Commenting is disabled...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105829165595355288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105829165595355288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105829165595355288' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105804573829342871</id><published>2003-07-12T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T14:35:38.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"All day, staring at the celing,making friends with shadows on my wall.All night hearing voices telling me I should get some sleep,cause tomorow might be good for something..Hold on, feeling like I am heading for a breakdown..and I don't know why..But I'm not crazy...Just a little unwell..."I have been seriously neglecting this square box lately...Not so much this site, but the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105804573829342871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105804573829342871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105804573829342871' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105771072202413580</id><published>2003-07-08T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T17:32:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What's love got to do with anything?"If someone told you the sky was falilng would you have any doubts about their sanity?If someone told you that they were from Mars would you doubt their word?Probably...It's amazing to me how the people closest to you, the ones you trust with your heart, your secrets,.your bedtime stories with can turn out to be the biggest of strangers. Virtual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105771072202413580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105771072202413580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105771072202413580' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105726203803388056</id><published>2003-07-03T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T12:53:57.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've never really questioned my morals... Never really gave much thought to my being "off"? Yet, in a world where it is liberating to voice your thoughts, and anything can be defended by a simple statement..."It's your opinion"...where can we draw the line? Strange... So let me ask you a question... Albert Einstein murders Jack the Ripper.... Do we execute Einstein? Or name a student </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105726203803388056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105726203803388056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105726203803388056' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105718208954183681</id><published>2003-07-02T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T14:41:29.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>**Taps fingers on desk**My nails are getting quite long...time for a manicure...***********I'm neither here nor there really....Weird day?A weird couple really....."Somewhere along the line I must have gotten off track"I can't really put my un-manicured finger on what it  is that has me so out of focus, so care free and so unattached. So indulgent in my self absorbed attitude, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105718208954183681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105718208954183681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105718208954183681' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105709541715536278</id><published>2003-07-01T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T14:39:07.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"..Does your mother tell you things?...long long gone..Who are you talking to? She telling you, Im wrong? Its a great mistake..and I am wide awake...Drive in is rained out..Same mistake ...it's been a long long time running...It's been a long long time coming..."The Tragically HipA young girl is sitting at an antique marble table, tying the shoelaces of her sketchers, adjusting her pig tails in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105709541715536278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105709541715536278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105709541715536278' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105709538814259877</id><published>2003-07-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T14:36:28.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got her up and put her to bed, sat on the front step and tried desperatly to wrap my head around what had just transpired...It was impossible I just knew that this wasn't something I wanted anything to do with.."I don't know where you're going to ..but I know I can't go there with you.."TrooperAfter a brief discussion that ended with nothing but an argument. I came to the conclusion that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105709538814259877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105709538814259877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105709538814259877' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105694025550798379</id><published>2003-06-29T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T19:30:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Summer days drifted away..into summer nights...ah walla walla woo"I am having the greatest day...Don't fall off your chairs...You read correctly...Yes, this bitter drama queen can endure a "happy day."Overlooking the dreadful and undying heat, the retchid black flies swarming the island, the fact that my hair does nothing but frizz in humidity, my lack of tan and resemblance to Casper,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105694025550798379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105694025550798379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105694025550798379' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105681944758548519</id><published>2003-06-28T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T09:57:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe I am doing this..But due to some requests for photos of myself..I actually gave in...So this is me, right before I posted yesterday.. No glamour shots or anything like that..Just me..Prepare yourself..you are entering a "no make up zone"....LantiAm I going to regret this? I think so...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105681944758548519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105681944758548519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105681944758548519' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105680791364121796</id><published>2003-06-28T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T06:45:13.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>**Bang Bang** I'm banging my little head up against that wall...Another block....*sigh* Oh brother...***********I have this oversized agenda today. A hundred and one different things to take care of, a dozen phone calls to make and a stack of little things that I have been putting off for the last little while. Sadly enough, I have actually made a list..Damn that O.C.D.Yet I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105680791364121796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105680791364121796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105680791364121796' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105663971251565195</id><published>2003-06-26T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T08:09:16.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger is evil...And this new template is the spawn of Satan!I'm fit to kill...Damit I hate Blogger!******So after 48 hours of downtime and the inability to get in here, they finally open the doors and let me come in. I see now that I have been given what they refer to as the "new and improved" setting. However, this "new and improved" settting does nothing but annoy me. My archives </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105663971251565195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105663971251565195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105663971251565195' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-105663663890936279</id><published>2003-06-26T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T07:15:59.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I shit on blogger from time to time…Okay no; I shit on Blogger a lot. But this is just ridiculous! My page is experiencing some major delays, and now I can’t get in to update or touch my template due to maintenance. I always want what I can’t have so of course, it is driving me mad! This “maintenance” they speak of has been the excuse for the last 4 months, how much cleaning up is there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105663663890936279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/105663663890936279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105663663890936279' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95930021</id><published>2003-06-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T18:59:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I know she says it's alright..you can make it up next time..I know she knows it's not right..there ain't no use in lying..Maybe she thinks I know something..maybe she thinks it's fine..Maybe she knows something I don't.. I'm just so tired of trying..It seems to me that maybe pretty much always means no."Is there anyone out there that doesn't like this song? *dances on spot* It's just so gosh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95930021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95930021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95930021' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95879333</id><published>2003-06-20T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T17:42:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love summer nights...I am not a summer kind of person.. Fall is more up my ally, but I love summer nights. Where it's warm enough to go outside in tank tops and short shorts! However, just like every other summer on this Island my momentary joy is ruined by those black beasts (june bugs) *shivers* I loathe the entire species.Today was one of those days where I take control of my scheduale </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95879333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95879333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95879333' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95837128</id><published>2003-06-19T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T12:14:30.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Things have never been so swell...I have never felt or fell..Hey..You know you're right...you know you're right.."Honestly..Am I the only one that gets shivers when Kurt sings these words? *shivers* I think it's something in the way he says "swell"...It's what attracts me to him, unlike most who seem to be infactuated with his exterior. There is no doubting the beauty, but I have always loved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95837128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95837128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95837128' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95761894</id><published>2003-06-17T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T11:31:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had this whole post done..Which starred on my page for a brief moment before I realized it was dreadful and labeled it "slow death" and deleted it.So I am officially the big 22!Which I have been told is not only one of the most special years of your life, but relevant!As always "M" is full of useful and beneficial information. She informed me the day prior to my my "Big Day" that 22 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95761894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95761894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95761894' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95717680</id><published>2003-06-16T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T07:50:14.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm the birthday girl today...So I'm taking the day off...Lanti</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95717680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95717680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95717680' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95668829</id><published>2003-06-14T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T06:39:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"..Something went wrong, you're not laughing...It's not easy now to get you to smile..you got to be strong..to walk these streets and keep from falling..when you're not..just let yourself cry..you have been working hard..just to try and pay the rent..trying to draw the line between who you are and what you invent..But if you throw a stone something is gonna shatter somewhere..We are all so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95668829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95668829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95668829' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95641580</id><published>2003-06-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T13:42:37.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh.."..Feel I am knocking on heavens door...Knock Knock Knockin on heavens door...Knock Knock Knockin on heavens door.."Dramatic one might say..But I have struggled, fought the battle of 100 men, fallen into a shallow grave and climbed my way out, travelled to find freedom, been drugged to fight the antagonizing enemy and I am sorry to say my friends..I have lost the battle..It shames me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95641580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95641580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95641580' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95486669</id><published>2003-06-09T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T10:47:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"..Don't know where I am going yet..But I sure am getting there..Shotgun fired, anybody home? I got two dimes in the telephone...alright..No its not easy tonight..Shot gun fired..anybody home? I got two dimes in the telephone..and you were bound, you were free, you wear black..for me..You were dark..as dark as knights...you were wrong..yeah you were right? Shot down said you never had the chance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95486669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95486669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95486669' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95347034</id><published>2003-06-05T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T16:13:52.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Call it ESP, call it whatever you please..but I have a sneaking suspicion that I will infact get half way through this post before my computer decides to play a "Patty Herst" and disappear....Kazaa is up and running, and well..anything is possible...However, I am feeling kinda lucky so I'll give'r anyways...*********Well now that I built that up...To give a sence of urgency...as though if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95347034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95347034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95347034' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95294078</id><published>2003-06-04T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T11:24:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to be Trinitys bitch....I went to see Matrix Reloaded last night...4 words...4 simple words...Blew my fucking mind!!!I was only meteorically anticipating the sequel to the blockbuster Matrix, but had no doubts that I would inevitably take a trip to that very small,caged and oxygen lacking cinema to check out what all the "buzz" was about.I was getting virtually sick of listening </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95294078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95294078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95294078' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95247322</id><published>2003-06-03T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T11:23:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"..What's love got to do ..got to do with it, whats love but a second hand emotion, what's love got to do with...who needs a heart when a heart can be broken.."Todays post has been brought to you today by the influence of a run in with an ex or 9. I get the greatest amount of satisfaction in looking back, reflecting if you will.... on the circumstances that surrounded my past relationships. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95247322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95247322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95247322' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95193876</id><published>2003-06-02T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T08:14:18.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It amazes me how I can smoke a cigarette in closed quaters and manage to wear more ashes than the glass tray less than 5 inches away from my hand.I have a grand total of 5 off shaded blue bruises above my shins from a glass table that sits in my living room. You would think after all this time my body would somehow recall it being there and manage not to walk directly into it. I have decided </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95193876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95193876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95193876' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95125339</id><published>2003-05-31T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T10:22:25.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe that we are only 24 hours away from the first of June!Summer is un-officially here, and it seems like just yesterday I was sporting a scarf? Where did the last couple of months go?In 2 weeks I will be turning the ripe old age of 22, and it doesn't even seem like I have hit 21 yet..I think back to this time last year. I remember the exact events of this day as I have a grand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95125339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95125339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95125339' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-95059001</id><published>2003-05-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T18:16:34.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been tinkering with templates all day, and I would prefer tearing out my teeth with rusty pliers over updating right now...But seeing as I have been waiting for 11 minutes and 37 seconds for the other site to publish..I think it's pretty safe to say that I have some free time on my hands.I really don't have anything remotely interesting to say at this point...So excuse me while I "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95059001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/95059001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95059001' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94962643</id><published>2003-05-27T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T16:41:15.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strawberry passion fruit Kool-Aid is so great! I am considering hooking it up to an I.V, as long as I don't have to learn how to mix the stuff!*smiles proudly*So I didn't end up watching The Horse Whisperer, I decided that I had seen enough to know it wouldn't hold my interest..That and Steves review sounded pretty drastic...(Refer to comments from last nights post.)So big news on the arise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94962643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94962643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94962643' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94918426</id><published>2003-05-26T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T18:36:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't been writting as often as I usually do lately.For no particular reason..maybe the novelty has just worn off...I could say it was because I have been so busy, but that would just be a lie..I am far from busy, I am far from anything really..I am at a verbal road block though, and it seems as though I have 1000 ideas when I am anywhere but sitting at my computer desk. This little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94918426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94918426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94918426' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94785312</id><published>2003-05-23T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T06:55:20.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Friday...Much like every other day...but nonetheless Friday...I'm hitting that virtual writting wall.*bang* bang*.....and still...nothing...*bang*If only this page had a stop watch option. You could see just how long I sit staring at this monitor awaiting some kind of "flash" of inspiration. Some days, I lay my fingers on the keyboard and it comes to me..but as of lately, it is more like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94785312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94785312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94785312' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94735690</id><published>2003-05-22T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T07:01:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay so it appears that Blogger is out of wack lately...It explains as to why when I sign in however, in the long and short run of it...It's just messy...And American Idol is officially over for another season....And the winner is...Reuben!!!Well deserved in my opinion! But with a mere 1300 votes in the difference...It really could have gone either way...Clay really showed himself in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94735690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94735690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94735690' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94644109</id><published>2003-05-20T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T11:12:14.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My page seems to be having some bad PMS...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94644109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94644109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94644109' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94553336</id><published>2003-05-18T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T08:04:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a couple of days...A hectic couple of days actuallly. A couple of days I really don't feel like getting into..but nonetheless it's been awhile..Will I touch base on it...?No....It's Monday, but it will say Sunday as I started this yesterday, with nothing to say..Furthermore, I still haven't found anything to say...But my procastinating game is becomming relentless and if I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94553336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94553336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94553336' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94404376</id><published>2003-05-15T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T11:48:14.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kim Locke is gone and we are down to Reuben and Clay...This could go either way...I just added some vital pieces of info on my About Me page. I realized I had left out some stuff that could simply not go unsaid....**************************************Now seeing as I have a hell of a lot of time on my hands this afternoon and virtually nothing to do but type, I have decided to do something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94404376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94404376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94404376' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94344910</id><published>2003-05-14T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T12:36:49.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright..Now the "hardass" is back...I don't have anything remotly sappy to say..American Idol last night!!Clay..good one hun..Forgetting the words is always great:) But man did he blow my mind with her rendition of Unchained Melody.Kim Locke-Your "evaporating" ass is talented but you should be gone...Reuben-Well, you deserve to win the whole kit and kaboodle..but last night...well..Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94344910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94344910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94344910' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94279606</id><published>2003-05-13T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T13:23:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been struggling lately with a lot of serious aspects of my future. I chose not to discuss them on here, as I do like to keep my life somewhat "private" but truth be told, I have been stressing lately. And I figured that since I am such a "hardass"(for lack of a better term) putting it on here would show my appreciation in a way that makes me look only somewhat "soft."I have been so lucky</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94279606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94279606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94279606' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94240896</id><published>2003-05-12T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T22:32:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just added another little thingy to my page. If you look over by my archives you will see an outdated, blurry much too small picture of me. Under it, there is a link to a page of information about me. More less just senseless dribble, facts and bullshit. Under that is another link, it's a page just of lyrics I am working on (obviously subject to change). I have also added a lot of links </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94240896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94240896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94240896' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94160671</id><published>2003-05-11T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T12:29:43.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I just say that I am about ready to throw this monitor through my picture window!I just had a post done the lenght of my arm, when in my idotic state I decided I wanted to change something in my settings!! Not thinking about the fact that I hadn't actually posted..Therefore losing all of what I just wrote...I hate this day!!It's Mothers Day...And I am off to roaring start....I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94160671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94160671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94160671' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-94025652</id><published>2003-05-08T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T18:52:45.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"....Smile an everlasting smile..a smile can bring you near to me, don't ever let me find you down cause that would bring a tear to me..This world has lost its glory lets start a whole new story my love ..right now. There will be no other time..and I can show you how ..my love..talk and an everlasting words, and dedictae them all to me... and I will give you all my life ...you think that I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94025652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/94025652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94025652' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93962909</id><published>2003-05-07T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T18:54:06.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss him already...My Josh is gone. And although I had prepared myself for it for weeks, I was no where near being ready to let go. Just when you thought, you're ready...nope he has got to pull out that baby and make you feel like shit!However, seeing as I am not an American I was not capable of keeping "Joshypoo" in the running, so sleep well American people. YOU BASTARDS!...I am much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93962909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93962909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93962909' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93834214</id><published>2003-05-05T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T18:03:09.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me just start off by saying that I do not work well when pressured!!If you tell me I have to update...I simply go blank..I can't pull this crap out of my ass! It takes time and preparation I will have you know. So Steve leave me alone! I mean to come up with such powerful and life altering words to truly impact my readers I need time and complete serenity! C'mon you should know these things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93834214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93834214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93834214' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93761463</id><published>2003-05-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T14:09:37.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was just what I needed ...Alchol to wash away all my stresses...I went out last evening...after oh so many turmoils surrounding my plan to get out of the house, drown myself in beer and get dressed up for a change...But I made it ..before midnight as well I might add!I swayed into a local bar expecting to see a lot of the people I went to school with as usual. However when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93761463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93761463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93761463' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93679511</id><published>2003-05-02T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T17:09:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really can't think of one thing to talk about this evening ..So bear with me..I just want to give huge "props" to a lady that reads this site...I am just after hearing a song that she wrote for her partner for their 5 year anniversary. It is perhaps one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard! It's a set of lyrics that can easily bring tears to your eyes. Permitting that she allows me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93679511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93679511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93679511' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93610454</id><published>2003-05-01T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T12:12:06.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me just say...No one is more shocked (except maybe Josh) than I that my baby is still in the running! And of course that Reuben was in the bottom 3. I figured him to have this thing in the bag? Weird....I think Trenyce kicked some serious ass on stage the other night..I can't believe she is gone..Go figure....Unfortunatly I didn't get to see American Idol last night..However I did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93610454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93610454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93610454' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93503079</id><published>2003-04-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T18:57:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just want to say first and foremost (clearing throat...Vivian) that now that Carmen is H-I-S-T-O-R-Y I won't be talking so much about American Idol. But let me just face reality here...My Josh is gone...**wiping tears** And rightfully so (that kills me to say) But Trenyce and Clay blew me away this evening..move over Kim Locke, Trenyce is on her way up!Moving right along....I had one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93503079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93503079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93503079' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93422938</id><published>2003-04-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T14:26:57.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is so warm out..I am loving it.But after reading www.stevesthoughtfulspot.blogspot.com (I haven't learned the art of hyperlink as of yet) I realize that maybe it is not safe to wear short shorts and tank tops as of yet...hmmmIsnt' it funny how woman will do that? We have weather above the freezing point so we decide it is the perfect time to show "skin." The whole time freezing our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93422938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93422938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93422938' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93354611</id><published>2003-04-27T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T12:28:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so proud! No nasty comments...no freaks...not even a good threat on my life since my comments have been back up! So proud, so proud.I am feeling all the more older...Even more so than my last "aging" post.Friday was my little brothers birthday...He turned 19...It is so strange to me. I mean my little brother is now legally entitled to drink, buy his own god damn cigarettes and do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93354611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93354611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93354611' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93212524</id><published>2003-04-24T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T18:31:05.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Commenting is now available again...Please don't start the theatrics..It started to feel as if I was babysitting..Thanks to Steve, I now have seperate comments for each post!....How incredibly exciting! lolAnd some new links have been added..Check them all out..They are all great!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93212524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93212524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93212524' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93200633</id><published>2003-04-24T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:25:28.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you believe I did all of this myself! Man HTML isn't half as hard as I thought it would be! I so ROCK! lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93200633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93200633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93200633' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93150300</id><published>2003-04-23T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T19:23:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't believe I have ever felt so happy....Well except for when....-They released the Beatles Anthology-Sketchers made laceless dress sneakers-Maritime provinces starting selling Corrs lite -The Spice Girls broke up-Ben &amp; Jerrys became available for retail -They made the blow dryer with felt bristles -The day call display was invented and 3 way calling -My best friend got seamless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93150300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93150300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93150300' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-93084749</id><published>2003-04-22T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T19:15:07.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been quite some time....Let me just start off by saying....Randy has finally spit something out that I understand!!I scrambled for a pen and piece of paper to get the exact quote, but to my dismay my moment of glory was over before my hands could get to that pen!The jist being "Carmen, we started this competition looking for a superstar....you're not it"  IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!Then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93084749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/93084749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93084749' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92923144</id><published>2003-04-19T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T23:49:40.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Commenting has temporaily been disabled.  Thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92923144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92923144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92923144' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92681874</id><published>2003-04-15T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T17:02:34.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am convinced, I can't believe this day has come, I guess I was in denial, I guess it was just a matter of time, it all just came on so fast...I am getting old!With just 2 months and 1 day away from my 22nd birthday, I have come to the realization that I am infact getting old. You know how I can tell? I am sure it is much like most "geezers."The aches and freakin pains! You know what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92681874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92681874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92681874' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92538821</id><published>2003-04-13T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T12:48:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Set in a mindset of fury I can't see anything remotly pleasant resulting from my fingers on a keyboard. However I haven't updated since Thursday and if I don't do it now, it will be awhile. I tend to procastinate as I have previously stated, and when things go for too long I usually just let them go...I have decided that since I really don 't have anything to talk about, I will discuss my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92538821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92538821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92538821' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92383140</id><published>2003-04-10T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T13:58:17.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't have the heart or stomach to comment on the atrocious events that took place on American Idol last night...But I simply must...What in the hell happened? What forces of evil could be behind Carmen not only reminaing as a contestant but not even in the freakin bottom 3? How in the hell did this atrocity happen? I don't understand how last weeks votes didn't stand against her? Or  how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92383140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92383140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92383140' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92316543</id><published>2003-04-09T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T14:41:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am writing today about something I really had no knowledge of until about a half an hour ago. But I am gonna give it a try and see if it works..so bear with me.As I sit in a room wall to wall with action figures and comic books, I find myself somewhat intrigued by the whole “epidemic of fiction.” Before today my Spiderman underoos were the extent of my “comic knowledge” but I think I have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92316543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92316543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92316543' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92263775</id><published>2003-04-08T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T20:04:00.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just had to post again regarding American Idol..Well to my disbelief and awe...Carmen managed to do worse than ever! It was beautiful, she got up there and as Ryan Seacrest turned his freshly cut head and said "..covering Blondie.." I smiled, I knew she would blow...and she did:) She was horrible, she sounded a lot like cats in heat, and a chuck of her extensions had fallen off and now it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92263775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92263775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92263775' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92243309</id><published>2003-04-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T13:42:05.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so tired...yet not one bit of me is willing to let go and lay down. Strange how you can be exhausted to the point of dellerium yet you really have no desire to rest. So bare with my post as I can't imagine any real "erudite" thoughts coming from my pounding head at this point.*10 minutes have elapsed while staring at this monitor**It's crazy how sitting alone for a couple of hours can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92243309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92243309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92243309' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92169472</id><published>2003-04-07T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T12:58:11.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man I am cute! **winkin**</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92169472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92169472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92169472' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92128928</id><published>2003-04-06T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T21:57:28.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow how hot is my page? Thank you thank you Stevey-Baby:) You are the best...I can't believe the work you put into it..It was so sweet of you thank you so much:) You see this is why I always say in situations.."Steve totally rocks!!"..lol..It must be the bear! ;)It has  been a couple of days since I have written...and you see this is where you expect something really amazing..some excuse for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92128928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92128928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92128928' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153713.post-92109008</id><published>2003-04-06T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T15:19:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Special guest posting by Steve... yeah, me.  I rule.  See this page you're lookin at?  All me, baby... ALL ME!  Did I mention I rule?A tracker... a comments section... AND a girl with a hot midriff... (looks a lot like the actual girl, truth be told).  Oh yes, Malloy... you have truly outdone yourself.You'd almost think I had a clue as to what I was doing.  =)***Marge: "Well, Homer, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92109008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153713/posts/default/92109008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damnedandunpredictable.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92109008' title=''/><author><name>Lanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13648479254966484902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/1/94/422.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
