<?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-9130319</id><updated>2011-11-15T19:27:57.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanutbutter Jelly Time</title><subtitle type='html'>If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-116190602082215961</id><published>2006-10-26T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:40:20.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black!</title><content type='html'>1 Year later and here I come to save the day!!!!!!!!!!!!  Bro yelled at me for not writing in my blog...rock on!  Here it is Danielson.  I am writing.  Just for you.  Well, you and whoever else reads my sad little blog.  So I havent got much to say, I am still in the exact same boat as a year ago.  Still with that "cute boy" I met around this time last year.  He is still with the army.  In fact he is in Arizona for 6 months with the Army...what a freaking relationship, huh?  Whatever.  My life sucks and its a big old mess righ now but nobody needs to hear all about it.  Just wanted to jot a quickie so that we remember that I am still alive and kickin!!  Holler!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-116190602082215961?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/116190602082215961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=116190602082215961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/116190602082215961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/116190602082215961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-112844612632600609</id><published>2005-10-04T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:15:26.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Lobster?</title><content type='html'>My brother is really really random.  But he is pretty cool 98.6% of the time.  What up bro!!!  Anyway, its apparently been a month almost since I was here last.  See, nothing to talk about. Pathetic.  The Best is still in Australia.  Having a good time and I am so happy for her. But I miss her. I need my twin back.  In other news...STILL no job.  People call and I decide its not right. Frickin idiot.  The state of Alabama sent me an application and some company in Mass. called.  Two options open. Excellent. Still have a few more up the sleeve.  I no longer hang out alone constantly.  I met a guy.  Cute.  Fun.  We have a good time together.  Of course, he is leaving for the army in a month.  Boy can I pick them.  Its cool though, he is a blast to be around and a breath of fresh air from myself and my parents and dog.  And we do fun stuff like watch some little kids football game and go for "hikes" in the woods and lay on the golf course and look at stars.  There is none of the uncomfortableness.  Great!  Dont know how he feels about me though, cuz I suck at figuring out males.  I figure if he is still talking to me, thats a good sign. haha.  yeah, so not much else going on.  Now I am off to do my daily errands so I can get back to bed so I can go back to work at the gas station over night.  For my Brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dun Dunna Dun Dunna Dunna Dun Dun....Rock LOBSTER"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-112844612632600609?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/112844612632600609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=112844612632600609' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112844612632600609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112844612632600609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2005/10/rock-lobster.html' title='Rock Lobster?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-112701022280825062</id><published>2005-09-17T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:36:37.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where the hell have I been?</title><content type='html'>Gone for months at a time and then I return to continue my rants about nothing.  Lets see...first the goings on in  my life.  I got a dog, he is a husky, his name is Luka, I love him lots.  Still have no job, working at the cum farm is getting to me.  Interviewed with Target for an executive position...that would be good.  I wouldnt mind that, havent heard back yet, we shall see how it goes, but im not holding my breath.  Nobody wants to hire me!!  Sucks to have a college degree and work at a gas station...thats right, I HAVE A COLLEGE DEGREE!!! As of August 18, 2005 my requirements for my bachelors were completed.  128 credits and a degree in Sociology later, NO JOB!! WTF?!?!  The little blonde bimbo that works at the CF with me quit, Norma aka lil Jimmy, aka the only reason i dont mind working on sundays interviewed for Target so if she leaves and Im still there I dont know what I will do.  I am getting an App. for Liberty just cuz I need a job and thats something social servicesish.  Ok, enough about the lack of job.  I have no life right now, I hang out with the parentals, GM, and my dog.  I NEED TO BE WITH PEOPLE MY OWN AGE!!! Im going insane.  It is actually starting to hurt.  I am going to the dirty Jersey Oct. 14 to see my friends and watch my little's play cuz shes awesome and I love her.  That is, if I dont get a new job.  Limbo is a crappy ass place to be.  I just wanna win the lotto and go where I want.  First stop Australia to see my best, second stop, England to see my Dex, and from there who knows.  Ok so this was apparently the random catch up blog and we will see how it all goes from here in terms of me keeping up with things.  we shall see we shall see.  Gram hasnt said anything good lately so no GM quotes today, however i let you all in on how batty she is going...yesterday she told me aunt sue and uncle greg were coming this weekend.  Aunt sue and uncle greg used to live in NJ.  They dont anymore.  They arent alive.  So who knows whats going on here.  Batty.  So Later sugar muffins and ill quote some songs till i get some good GM quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the love shack is a little old place where we can get together...love shack baby"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-112701022280825062?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/112701022280825062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=112701022280825062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112701022280825062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112701022280825062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-hell-have-i-been.html' title='where the hell have I been?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-112249203827236501</id><published>2005-07-27T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:20:38.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...?</title><content type='html'>Heard a radio ad for something called shock coffee.  Very wierd!!!!  Part of the ad jingle goes, "raise your cock with shock"  and I just wanted to discuss this whole theory.  So lets now talk about how I emailed my friends and family and asked them to do me a favor and only half respond......Who responds?? MY GOOD FREINDS Jessica "J-Ho from the block" Horton and Amanda "Dirty socks in bra" Haponski, my lovely little sister Megan "Heffie the heffer" Dinihanian, as well as my Aunt Jean.  Who doesnt respond?!?!?!?!?  My former best friend Heather "Im too cool for you all because Im in Australia" Close  (P.S. check out her blog at Closey14.blogspot.com), my own brother Dan "the Bank God" Bucenec, my Big Sister, Erin "i love the horse cock" Bielski, and many others who arent important enough to mention because Im not important enough to get a response.  So to my friends who did respond, I love you all, and to the rest of you BITE ME!!! haaha....ok, so just a shortie today, but wanted to all let you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The men dont know any better" ~G.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nicknames in quotations are not meant in a harmful way&lt;br /&gt;**I know you all missed the crazy grandma quotes so they are back again....she just hadnt said anything funny until recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-112249203827236501?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/112249203827236501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=112249203827236501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112249203827236501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112249203827236501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2005/07/what.html' title='What the...?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-112196910301839868</id><published>2005-07-21T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:05:03.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost?!?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am having a little, tiny, itsy bitsy issue.....WHERE THE HELL IS HEATHER MARY CLOSE!!!!!!?????!!!!!!!  The girl takes off to Australia and disapears off the face of the earth!!!  Now, I know her plane didnt crash, so she isnt lost on an island somewhere with the crazy french woman, the others, a doctor, and a whole mess of other crazies.  Now where the hell is she???  Are her fingers broken?  Is that why she hasnt emailed any of us yet?? Did she get eaten by a kangaroo???  or, as amanda said, did she become a tazmanian devil?!?!?  We all know shes nuts enough to do that.  HEATHER WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!!  If anyone has any information on an American girl somewhere in Australia by the name Heather Mary Close, please LET US KNOW SHE IS ALIVE!!!  Ok, anyway...just a little bitty rant today...gotta bolt now.  LOVVIES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-112196910301839868?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/112196910301839868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=112196910301839868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112196910301839868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112196910301839868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2005/07/lost.html' title='Lost?!?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-112187661565663980</id><published>2005-07-20T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:23:35.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The search continues......</title><content type='html'>Still looking for a job.  I hate the Cum Farm.  I hate the stupid drunk and retarded customers that come in and think that they own the store. News Flash...YOU DONT OWN THE STORE!!!  I OWN THE STORE!! haha, kidding...sort of.  So anyway, went to an interview at Best Western.  Dont think it went well but I dont care because it would be a pay cut and i cant afford to make less than I already do.  Sad. I am po. so poor I cant even afford the last 2 letters.  HAHA BAD JOKE YAY!!!!!  Ok, so im stuck at the cum farm still.  No big, I get away with murder.  I can swear and tell customers off and I get a slap on the wrist....I totally own that store.  What else...Didnt go to my other interview in Albany because I found out its for me to be an insurance saleswoman.   YEA RIGHT!!! NO THANKS!  However, I have a phone "screening" this afternoon with Eckerd Youth Alternatives, which I am excited about.  It is a job in social services and it is something that I think that I would really really enjoy.  Here's the dig...Working at a year round camp with troubled youth.  It is a live in position so the pay isnt spectacular but taking into consideration that I wont need to pay rent or for food, it isnt too bad afterall.  It will be tough because you live in "tents" and it is hardcore rustic but I will be doing something that I want to do.  They sent an email when I submitted my resume that said that they only call the people who look to be most qualified and I GOT A CALL!!! I AM QUALIFIED FOR SOMETHING!!!!!!! YES!  College did work!  I really hope this phone call goes well and they want to do whatever comes next.  That means I get up outta here...HOLLER!  I am nervous and excited about this one because its something I really really want.  I also got an email that said through initial review of my resume (yes, someone looked at my resume!!) I look like I would be a good candidate for the Youth Counselor position.....I know what your thinking, its a generic letter, but it made me feel special...Im more desirable than someone!!! HA! TAKE THAT!!!!  Ok, Im done being a poptart for a while now.  Wish me luck and HOLLER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hillbillies like it in the HAY!!!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-112187661565663980?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/112187661565663980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=112187661565663980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112187661565663980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112187661565663980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2005/07/search-continues.html' title='The search continues......'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-112163331330282910</id><published>2005-07-17T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:48:33.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's getting married....</title><content type='html'>Ok...pop quiz...Where is the title from????   I want to tell you all about a good friend of mine.  In the 6th grade I was forced to move to a new school and make all new friends.  My frist friend, I think I met her in English class because we sat together or something, cant remember, so if you can...HELP ME OUT!!! Everyone called her STINKY.  Why they called her stinky, I do not know, however there are many variations of the story.  My personal favorite, thanks to Josh "Prison Bitch" Liebing, is that she used to stuff her bra with dirty gym socks.  Mean, yes, funny, HELLA!!!!  Anyway, my good friend, the first of many in fort plain, is AMANDA ERIN HAPONSKI.  I love Amanda.  She kicks ass.  However, the bitch keeps moving to random states like Maine and OHIO!!!!!! Who the hell lives in OHIO ANYWAY!!  Whatever, she sucks.  She always was a wierdo.   Now, my friend here has decided to go and get married on me.  Very happy she finally settled down with someone who was not nasty ass  like Mr. Pete "Run from the Army" Krug.  This fine young man whom she is marrying, Mike "I can make that" Bagley, is a great cook (got any brothers? hahaha), a really freaking nice guy, and he actually likes her!!! I always wondered who the hell actually liked her besides me, but now I have found another crazy person.  just kidding stinky pooh, I LOVE YOU!!!!  Ok, so my friend is getting married and she picked out these really pretty dresses for her bridesmaids (yes I am one, shocking I know).  I love them except...........THEY ARE RED!!! I HATE RED!!!!! Ok, done with that.  And she has to go and get married in maine.....WHO GETS MARRIED IN MAINE!!!!!!  PLUS...she is trying to hook me up with someone they describe as "a charging hippo"..LOVELY!   Anyway, I just wanted to talk about my stinky, engaged, wierd ass state moving friend, Amanda.  And with that, I leave you with something to ponder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should get married....Its really fun!" ~G.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-112163331330282910?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/112163331330282910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=112163331330282910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112163331330282910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112163331330282910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2005/07/somebodys-getting-married.html' title='Somebody&apos;s getting married....'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-112136352534811217</id><published>2005-07-14T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T12:52:05.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action!!!</title><content type='html'>HOLLER!!!! IM BACK!! I know you all missed me during my brief hiatus (a.k.a. SPRING SEMESTER).  Well here I am again with lots to discusssssssssssss...Graduated from college May 16, 2005.  YAY!! No more school!! Bad thing is, I cant find a job.  That and Im taking retarded summer courses like PE (yes Heather, IM TAKING PE!!!) and Mass Media B.S.  The media class would be good if it were in a classroom but its not so it sucks...craziness!!  Working at the gasoline station...it sucks ass.  I AM A PETRO-CHEMICAL ENGINEER!!!!!  Have an interview with Best Western to be Front Desk Bitch...we will see how that goes, she didnt sound like she wanted to call me, but was forced.  Who cares, she can eat me.  I just dont wanna work at CUM FARM anymore....Lets see...what else, HEATHER (the bitch) is in AUSTRALIA!!!! Lucky ho...i wanna live with the Kangaroos and OUTBACK JACK (SO HOT!!!).  Anyway, bitch better bring me home an Aussie.  No Joeys (baby kangaroos) for me, I want a man!!!  Ok, so this is my IMMMMM BAAAAAAAAAACK posting, more interesting (or more boring) ones will follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're strong.  You should join the army so you can kill people." ~G.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-112136352534811217?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/112136352534811217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=112136352534811217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112136352534811217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/112136352534811217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-in-action.html' title='Back in Action!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110349701996739019</id><published>2004-12-19T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:56:59.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane...</title><content type='html'>Leaving England tomorrow.  Its definately bitter sweet.  I am so happy to be going home to be with my family and friends again, but at the same time, I cant believe its all coming to an end.  I am no longer going to live in an Abbey.  I am no longer going to be able to go to London for day trips.  I cant wake up and be in the UK.  Its back to the snow and the cold and Upstate and Jersey.  I am ready, but Im not.  Tonight at our final dinner I realized just how much I am going to miss this place.  I love being here and realizing that I am not going to be here any longer is really depressing.  I have had some of the best experiences of my life here and now I am going to have to go back to the good old USA.  I can honestly say, though, that I am thankful for every moment of time I spent here and I made the best of it for the most part.  I dont regret anything that I have done and I dont wish I did anything more.  I loved Greece, London is beautiful, Paris sucked but at least I got to see it, and all of the other experiences were amazing as well.  I really am going to miss England and I will never be the same as I was before I came.  Off to pack and do my last minute things.  And I will be home tomorrow.  Goodbye U.K., Hello U.S.A.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110349701996739019?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110349701996739019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110349701996739019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110349701996739019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110349701996739019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m Leaving on a Jet Plane...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110330259025493065</id><published>2004-12-17T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T11:56:30.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo Bored!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am bored so I took one of those gay emails and decided to put the answers in here.  Im sorry and you can ignore this, but I AM BORED!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--UNIQUE--&lt;br /&gt;1. Nervous habits? nail biting and sometimes hair twirling&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you double jointed? no sir&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue? dont think so&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow at a time? doubtful&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you cross your eyes? if I try really really hard&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you make your bed daily? Hell no!  The maids do it here and home I dont have time&lt;br /&gt;--CLOTHES--&lt;br /&gt;10. Which shoe goes on first? usually left I think&lt;br /&gt;11. Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at anyone? Thrown shoes, yes, at anyone dont think so...maybe Donna.&lt;br /&gt;12. On the average, how much money do you carry in your purse/wallet? Try to keep at least a fiver around in case of emergency&lt;br /&gt;13. What jewelry do you wear 24/7? celtic knot necklace and claddagh ring, thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite piece of clothing? love my hoodies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;--FOOD--&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? definately twirl&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever eaten Spam? not that I know of, but you never know what they serve you at school&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite ice cream flavor? cotton candy, cookie dough, and BIRTHDAY CAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;18. How many cereals in your cabinet? no cabinet here...home, one for everyone, same at school for the most part&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your favorite beverage? that changes a lot, i like arizona green tea right now...and those vitamin waters...sooo yummy&lt;br /&gt;20. What's your favorite restaurant? Firehouse Pizza in Madison NJ YEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you cook? yep, sometimes. Usually donna cooks and I bake though.&lt;br /&gt;--GROOMING--&lt;br /&gt;22. How often do you brush your teeth? At least once a day, I think one day i managed to get up to 4 times?&lt;br /&gt;23. Hair drying method? towel, brush, air.&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever colored/highlighted your hair? Highlights sometimes, even though they come natural in the summer.  Never dye my hair, I love the color too much&lt;br /&gt;--MANNERS--&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you swear? like a Truck driver&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you ever spit? sometimes, especially when running.&lt;br /&gt;--WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE--&lt;br /&gt;27. Animal? I like white tigers, bears (particularly polar), and penguins.&lt;br /&gt;28. Food? I love just about any food.  Yes...as long as it is edible, Ill think about eating it.&lt;br /&gt;29. Month? November=Thanksgiving, March=Birthday&lt;br /&gt;30. Day? TUESDAY!!!!  hehehe Thats for my Heather!&lt;br /&gt;31. Cartoon? not a cartoon girl really...but I love the little mermaid...the movie, not the tv show.&lt;br /&gt;32. Shoe Brand? ADIDASSSSSSSSSS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;33. Subject in school? Gym...hehehe.  I love most of my Sociology classes and some writing and Lit classes.&lt;br /&gt;34. Color? Green FOREVER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;35. Sport? Soccer, Basketball, Derek Jeter...er..I mean, Baseball...heheh!&lt;br /&gt;36. TV show? I forgot what tv was since i got to England...I used to like ER.&lt;br /&gt;37. Thing to do in the spring? smell the air after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;38. Thing to do in the summer? Relax!!  Chill with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;39. Thing to do in the fall? Well, this fall, flying to England, most falls...dont really like them.&lt;br /&gt;40. Things to do in the winter? Sleep...i like sleep.&lt;br /&gt;--IN AND AROUND--&lt;br /&gt;41. The CD player? John Mayer....I am becomming obsessed!!!! I LOVE HIM!! HOT LIPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;42. Person you talk most on the phone with? In England, Mommy...home Heather!&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever taken a cab? gotta take a cab to get anywhere near Banbury from Wroxton...also taken cabs in NYC a few times...good fun.&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows and mirrors? Yes...Vanity is part of life...&lt;br /&gt;45. What color is your bedroom? ugly.&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you use an alarm clock? Yes...NEED or I would sleep forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;47. Window seat or aisle? window!!!!  I loved looking out and seeing London beneath me!!!&lt;br /&gt;--LALA LAND--&lt;br /&gt;48. What's your sleeping position? sometimes side, sometimes tummy, never back.&lt;br /&gt;49. Even in hot weather do you use a blanket? hells yea, i love that damn down comforter so I turn the fan on high and snuggle down.&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you snore? when I am sick...not like the rest of my loud ass family.&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you sleepwalk? not that I know of&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you talk in your sleep? according to Donna I yell in foreign languages when Im sick.&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? My Penguin Peety or Jack depending on who you are.  And sometimes other random animals.&lt;br /&gt;54. How about with the light on? not anymore...did for a long long time, but now i really cant.  Maybe the TV but thats it.&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you fall asleep with the TV or radio on? sometimes TV but not in England. Here it is the CD player or the sound of drunkards stomping up and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have entertained myself for a little while, I can do something else.  Holler back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110330259025493065?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110330259025493065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110330259025493065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110330259025493065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110330259025493065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/12/soooo-bored.html' title='Soooo Bored!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110313016276859811</id><published>2004-12-15T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T12:02:42.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OhMiGod!!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite men (Johnny Depp) is playing one of my favorite characters!  Can you guess which one?  Thats right!! Willy Wonka from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!!! YESSAH!!!!  They are making the remake and I am oh so excited to go see it.  Go check out the teaser trailer at yahoo!!  So good.  Tim Burton directing and Danny Elfman doing the music.  Looks creepy and insane...should be awesome.  July 2005 so you all best plan on it!!!!!!!! Ok, nothing more important to say so I leave you with this..."Im a little teapot". LoVe.Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110313016276859811?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110313016276859811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110313016276859811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110313016276859811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110313016276859811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/12/ohmigod.html' title='OhMiGod!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110305021316382587</id><published>2004-12-14T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:50:13.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I WIN!</title><content type='html'>YESSS!!! I finally succeeded in making someone cry!!! I fucking rule!!!  You may be thinking.."God, Holly is such a bitch" right now but you dont understand.  This girl has been driving me insane all semester and I have been very calm (who me? I know!) and not said anything because she can be a nice girl if she tries.  But last night was the last draw.  She has twice turned my words around so that my friends here have gotten upset with me and so i flipped out on her.  Her claim, "I didnt do that. I didnt do that!"  Bull-Motha-Fuckin-Shit. So i flipped out and yelled at her and she started crying and going on about how she has no friends and she is not social and she is just learning.  Im sorry, but you are now learning the hard way.  You pissed the wrong girl off.  Yes...I made someone cry.  I would feel bad if I wasnt so annoyed and pissed at the time.  Ok, now on to much more interesting things.  One final left. Tomorrow at 12:45pm I will be free from the hell that has been work this semester.  I plan to sleep a lot, watch movies, and enjoy my last few days in England.  Sad, I know, but I am very ready to go home.  Lets see, what else...I am hungry right now. Dinner is in 20 minutes and it sounds not so good which means salad and fruit, not that thats a bad thing.  Yeah so I shall leave you all with the quote of the day, by my love, John Mayer: "If I was like, ya know...I dont have a condom, they'd run".  Ponder that.  LoVe.Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110305021316382587?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110305021316382587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110305021316382587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110305021316382587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110305021316382587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-win.html' title='I WIN!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110276690101146549</id><published>2004-12-11T06:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T07:08:21.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final stretch....literally</title><content type='html'>Finals week!  Finals suck.  Especially here.  All essay finals.  I suck at essays.  All three hours too.  I hate sitting for a long time.  Luckily there is only one final I am slightly worried about, the rest will be a breeze as long as i look at my notes.  Hell, one we can even bring in our books for...too bad its a theater class.  Ill be fine though.  Very happy to have all the work done.  Tuesday is my last final.  Then less than a week and I will be back in the states.  I expect the phone to start ringing at about 9:30 pm on december 20th..haha!!  One more trip to my beloved London to se Les Miserables.  So sad.  Wow, it just hit me that i wont be in England anymore.  Im gonna go be sad now.  Hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110276690101146549?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110276690101146549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110276690101146549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110276690101146549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110276690101146549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/12/final-stretchliterally.html' title='The Final stretch....literally'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110203651402938903</id><published>2004-12-03T04:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T20:15:14.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Count the sleeping Lords...</title><content type='html'>Went to the Houses of Parliament in London on Wednesday.  We played a few fun (not) games throughout the day.  First, we played chase the professor up and down Whitehall (where Parliament is) all mofo day and almost get hit by 7 different cars.  Second, we played follow the old woman around the building and pretend to listen.  I though she would be interesting.  She is supposed to be one of the people involved in breaking the enigma code (German code in WWII).  Instead, she was an old ass woman who waddled around the houses and got corrected by my teacher on multiple occasions.  Why does my professor know more than a member of the House of Lords?  Anyway, then we played see who can sleep without getting caught because the meetings were BORING.  Informative, but BORING.  Then we sat in on a debate in the House of Lords.  Its fun to be a fly on the wall in someplace so important.  We counted the sleeping Lords and Ladies.  I only found 2 but half the room was under where I was so I couldnt see them.  My favorite was the lady in red who almost fell out of her seat.  I didnt expect those benches to be so comfy but I guess when a majority of the members is over 80, its gotta be expected.  Then we had more meetings.  My favorite was with the crazy Liberal Democrat (third party).  Then we sat in on the House of Commons.  No sleeping there, just about 13 people in the entire room all heckling the hell out of whoever the speaker was.  This one dude had the deepest voice and kept saying shit like "yea" and "thats right" but we could not FIND HIM!!!! bastard.  Then we had one more meeting with a guy who had to keep leaving to vote on stupid stuff.  Out of 45 minutes we actually heard him speak for 10.  The rest of the time my classmates were bitching about how tired and hungry they were.  I eat like a pig and need 15 hours of sleep per day and I managed all right so I dont know what they were bitching about.  But really, it was an excellent day and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I also learned a lot, although when i went to bed I forgot most of it.  I am really happy to have had the experience that I had and everything here has been wonderful.  On a side note, I just finished all my papers up so that is a big fat relief.  Now just one tutorial left (on monday) and 4 finals.  I am very ready to go home now.  I love England but I want to see the fam, especially my Grandpa and just relax for a little while.  I feel like I need a vacation after this semester.  I have done more work here than I have done in three years at FDU so I really feel good about myself now.  Well Its 1am and I am super tired so Im gonna go for now but I wanted to do the Parliament thing like I said I would.  Hizzollizza mah brothazzz!!!  hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110203651402938903?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110203651402938903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110203651402938903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110203651402938903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110203651402938903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/12/count-sleeping-lords.html' title='Count the sleeping Lords...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110175106819386375</id><published>2004-11-29T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T12:57:48.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murderous Instincts...</title><content type='html'>I am having one of those weeks.  I hate everyone. I hate everything. I have had it.  It started out all nice and fancy...Thanksgiving was great, I looked hot in my lil black dress, got to carve a turkey.  Friday, Declan comes.  Nice, I am happy about it.  I love Declan and I am glad he came to visit.  Problem: I have 3 papers to write.  So I spend the whole weekend sitting at a computer while MY friend hangs out with Donna!  What the fuck.  And there are issues there that I wont even get into right now but we will just say dont be a bitch about your friends and expect me to share mine.  Fucker.  Anyway, Declan goes home tomorrow.  I still have 1 paper left to write.  Its gonna be my hardest one.  We go to Parliament for the day on Wednesday so there is one less day that I have to do my paper.  I have a tutorial to do tonight so cant do papers until that is done.  There is another few hours less that I have.  Want to spend some time with MY friend who came to visit ME.  Not Donna, Laura, and everyone else.  I have 3 weeks left here.  I have papers due this week.  1 more week of classes. 1 week of finals.  Then its back home.  I want to be able to enjoy it but people keep pissing me off.  Fuck them.  This week I would not be surprised if someone at Wroxton Abbey dies at my hands.  I wish everyone would disapear.  That would make me happy.  Very happy.  Just for a few days.  I need a break from the same 25 people.  Soon enough, I know, but not soon enough.  Ok, I am done bitching.  Next time should be about chillin at Parliament with TB and the MP's!!!! Haha!!!  O'DOYLE RULES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110175106819386375?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110175106819386375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110175106819386375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110175106819386375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110175106819386375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/murderous-instincts.html' title='Murderous Instincts...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110122467858722347</id><published>2004-11-23T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T10:44:38.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes on under those things???</title><content type='html'>Kilts.  I like Kilts.  They are cute little plad skirts...worn by men.  In Scotland, I saw quite a few Kilts.  Men playing bagpipes on the street wearing Kilts, a wedding processional wearing Kilts, and even some random guy wearing a Kilt.  It was good fun, but you gotta wonder...what do they wear under those things?  I know the answer.  Its NOTHING! Not a single thing goes on under the Kilt of a proper Scotish man.  The younger generations apparently tend to wear some type of undergarment, but those old guys, NOTHING!  Easy access I guess.  Anyway, just got back 2 days ago from my Scotish excursion.  Very interesting and just a bit educational.  I went to the Royal museum and the Fruitbasket gallery, walked many hours up and down the Royal mile, and even took a picture or 10 outside the castle.  It was a nice weekend.  Oh, yeah, most importantly, I GOT DRUNK IN SCOTLAND!!  I rule!  Ok, now that that is out of my system...I like the Scotish accent, on men at least.  They sound cute, but females either sound really cute or perpetually drunk.  Most are the latter of the two.  Saw a few local bands perform in a Bar, that was fun.  We need more of that at home.  Free admission, cheap ass drinks, and live music.  very cool.  Edinburgh is my second favorite city.  So now my love for european cities goes like this...LOVE: London, LIKE: Edinburgh, HATE: Paris.  Yea.  Other than that, nothing really exciting going on. Papers are due next Friday.  I go to Parliament for the day next Wednesday.  School is over and its back to the America in less than a month.  Time flies when your having fun.  I am ready to go home and see my family and friends but I know I am going to cry when I leave.  But its not for a while still, so we wont talk about it.  Ok, but Im gonna go to tea now.  haha YEA FOR TEA!!!  Later Gator!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110122467858722347?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110122467858722347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110122467858722347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110122467858722347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110122467858722347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-goes-on-under-those-things.html' title='What goes on under those things???'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110080677128606600</id><published>2004-11-18T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T14:39:31.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its SNOWING!!!</title><content type='html'>Its snowing!!! Its snowing in England!! Its snowing!!!  I walked out of dinner and it was SNOWING!!!  It isnt sticking but Donna and I had a pretend snow ball fight anyway.  It was fun.  Snow is pretty in England.  I hate snow. I finished my final.  I rule. LoVe.Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110080677128606600?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110080677128606600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110080677128606600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110080677128606600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110080677128606600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-snowing.html' title='Its SNOWING!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110079082346116201</id><published>2004-11-18T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:13:43.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds....The Musical?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>My brother has decent taste in music.  Thanks to him, I am addicted to Ben Folds and Guster, and I managed to get some of my friends addicted to Guster.  Good fun.  So what is this title all about, you ask?  Well, after listening to nothing but Ben for like 3 weeks straight, I decided that his music could make a really good musical.  Random, I know, but true if you think about it.  This all came about with that damn underground song.  The beginning is really funny and it seems like something out of a musical, like they are still talking but sort of singing.  I discussed this with my friend Audrey and she agreed.  We came to the conclusion that the opening number would be Rockin' The Suburbs.  Other than that we didnt really figure anything out.  No time this week.  Had to write 5 papers and study for a final (should be doing that right now).  But yea, I just wanted to write about this idea before I forgot all about it in my drunken stupor in Scotland this weekend.  Thats right, kiddies, Scotland!  We leave at midnight tonight and should arrive at approximately 8.30 am.  Yahoo...sleeping on a bus full of what is bound to be drunk people.  Not gonna be easy.  Yeah, so anyway, Ben Folds is cool.  Guster is cool.  I am cool.  There's always someone cooler than you.  It all works out.  Gonna study now.  Must study.  NOOO!!!!  LoVe.Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110079082346116201?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110079082346116201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110079082346116201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110079082346116201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110079082346116201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/ben-foldsthe-musical.html' title='Ben Folds....The Musical?!?!?!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110073136141896019</id><published>2004-11-18T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:42:41.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I love thee...</title><content type='html'>I love London.  I love it I love it I love it!!!  London is the best city on earth!  I dont care what anyone else says, London is amazing.  People talk about Paris being so wonderful and beautiful and all that crap. ITS NOT! Paris is smelly, and dirty, and the people are assholes!  In London, you can get from one place to another on the underground without a rediculous amount of confusion.  In London you can walk down the street and not smell garbage for miles and miles.  In London, shit doesnt cost like a million euros.  Obviously, it costs pounds, but the city is still a lot cheaper.  London is one of the cleanest cities I have ever seen.  The underground is so easy to navigate an idiot could do it.  Thats why none of my classmates managed to get lost.  London also has so many cheap and free things to do that you can spend a whole day in the city without spending a dime.  I have been lots of places in London.  I went to the Tower of London (very freaking cool, although I would have thought it would have been a bit bloodier) and our tour guide, his name was "Mickey if you liked him, Paul if you didnt" He was good fun!  I liked him so he can be Mickey.  I went to the London Dungeon which is very cool, takes you through the bad history of london, like the plague, Jack the Ripper, and all that good stuff.  Best part (besides that Declan was with me) was that there is a part called "Wicked Women" and the last woman that you come to is none other than Ann Robinson, thats right, YOU ARE THE WEAKEST LINK, GOOD-BYE!!!!  Soo cool!  I also went on the London Eye.  Really expensive and not all that great!  40 minutes to see a lot of buildings.  Still worth the experience though.  Oh my goodness, I cant think of all of the things that I have done.  Camden and Covent Markets, these huge outdoor markets, very cool, lots of cheap stuff!  Ate a lot.  Spent a weekend there with Declan! Very fun, I love Declan, he's my favorite Brit.  Camp friends are the best!!  Of course, I had to share him with Donna and all those other spastic friends of mine but thats ok.  Oh, and shows are way cheaper here.  I have seen Hamlet, Kiss Me, Kate, King Lear, A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum, Little Women, and Blood Brothers.  Good times.  Of course, not all were in London, but those are the shows I have seen.  My favorite by far was Funny Thing because it was their final show so it was extra Funny.  Blood Brothers made me cry.  It was amazing.  Mickey was HOT.  King Lear, I thought it was great, the guy who played Edmund was super HOT, but my teachers didnt like it.  Hamlet BLEW ASS, but Toby Stephens is quite fit(attractive)! Kiss Me, Kate was good, much better than Hamlet.  Little Women was nice.  Their American Accents sucked.  But it was good. Laurie was HOT!  Can you tell what I focus on in these plays??  Anyway, London is great, I love it so much and if I moved to England, I would want to live in London.  I have roamed around the streets of London more than once doing nothing.  In fact, I went into London 3 times in 1 week.  A lot of travel time and once was only in the evening for a show, but thats just a slight explanation of how much I love London.  Ok, now that I have ranted and raved about how wonderful, beautiful, exciting, fun, and all that crap that London is, I am going to get back to my work, especially since I have a final tomorrow.  So, good-night, and remember kids, life is like a box of chocolates.  Ya open it up and someone has taken a bite out of each and every one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110073136141896019?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110073136141896019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110073136141896019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110073136141896019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110073136141896019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-do-i-love-thee.html' title='How do I love thee...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110064482020959275</id><published>2004-11-17T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T17:40:20.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A-FREAKING-MAZING!</title><content type='html'>Riddle me this, Batman, how can someone screw something up sooo much in so little time? We spent 3 years building Theta Phi Alpha up to be the MOST respectable organization on campus. We handed the new e-board the most prestigous organization and within 2 months they managed to flush it all down the toilet! AMAZING! How is that possible? Oh, I know...elect an eboard of people with very little leadership skills, no right to enforce rules when they cant follow them, and a bunch of girls who think they own everything. Yeah, thats just what we did. And all I have to say about it is I TOLD EVERYONE!! I knew exactly what would happen and I told everyone but nobody listened. Nobody ever does. They really should. Well now my sorority is suspended from any type of social activity and even managed to lose our philanthropy privlidges, but we got that back, thank god! Personally, I think they deserve every thing they got and have no pity for them, only disgust. Yea, so thats my wonderful organization that I am...correction, WAS so proud of. Well, Theta Phi Alpha, you took advantage of your control, now you need to suffer the consequences. Ok, thats all. They dont deserve any more of my time. Pizzeace Bizzatch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110064482020959275?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110064482020959275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110064482020959275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110064482020959275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110064482020959275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/freaking-mazing.html' title='A-FREAKING-MAZING!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110052847920944307</id><published>2004-11-15T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T09:21:19.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO DOES THAT?!?</title><content type='html'>Ok, we are going to play the who does that game today.  The rules are, think of something people around you have done that really pisses you off, talk about it, and at the end ask yourself, "WHO DOES THAT?"  Example number one (This is a true story)  About 3 weeks into the semester our candy machine was broken into and all the candy was stolen...this happened again about two weeks later.  So needless to say, the dean took away our candy machine privlidges.  The best part is, apparently the retard who did it decided that they were going to brag about it, at least after the first time.  Who the fuck does that??  EVEN MORE BEST PART, we had a fire drill this morning (that will be included in this rant session) and the dean let everyone know that the candy was found is someone's dresser drawer.  Apparently the moron wasnt as good at hiding things as they thought! Idiot.  Ok, next, this evil evil fire drill.  I am in my bed nice and cozy just waking up (cuz the maid came in) and all of a sudden I hear this horrible sound.  NO idea what it was because we have only had one fire drill ever and I was awake when that one happened.  Well by the time I figured out what was going on, rolled out of bed, got some warm clothes on (cuz its ass cold here) put gum in my mouth (yucky morning breath) and wandered down the stairs I forgot we were supposed to go out a certain door so I went to the front door only to get yelled at by the dean because ITS NOT THE CLOSEST EXIT! Fuck that, dont wake me up if you want me to remember 50 different things!! Dont yell at me!! WHO DOES THAT?!?  Ok, next, still going along with our wonder am fire drill...Some assholes had a party in the reading room when on THE FIRST DAY of school, we were explicitly told not to drink in that room and now because of them we will probably lose the wireless internet that we JUST GOT and be treated like children, just because people feel the need to behave like assholes.  WHO DOES THAT?!?  I guess maybe its just me, but I dont see the point in getting shitfaced every night just because I can.  Maybe its just me who thinks that getting good grades and succeeding in my education over here is more important than having an endless party at my parents expense.  Some people just need to learn to have respect for the other people around them but instead we have to deal with their stupid bullshit because they cant behave maturely.  FUCK THAT SHIT!  Ok, now that I lost my train of thought and I think I am done ranting and raving about stupid people, I am going to go do something more productive.  Ok, holler back mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110052847920944307?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110052847920944307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110052847920944307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110052847920944307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110052847920944307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/who-does-that.html' title='WHO DOES THAT?!?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110035677385673551</id><published>2004-11-13T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T09:39:33.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Muppet Men?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Yeah, so I was sitting in the Library this morning minding my own business and doing my work. Donna (yes, my roommate) was sitting at another table and she looks at me and says, "We are going to be the old muppet men someday." Now this of course was after a brief conversation that I can not really remember but it was basically about relationships and how when you are in High school and you fall in love you think that that's the one and its perfect and then you grow up and realize that nothing works like that. Well anyway, it was decided that with our wonderful track records, we are going to wind up being the old man muppets that comment on everything. The scary thing is, she's probably right. And its not the first time that I personally have been referred to as a "commentator on life" (Thanks Ashleigh). So I was sitting there thinking about this theory of hers and I came to the realization that I am already an old man muppet. That is the saddest part of all. Now don't get me wrong, I love being a commentator on life and all, I just don't want to spend the rest of it single and living with Donna. I love her and all but she is lacking some key anatomy. Well, I just thought that this was a funny little thought and sadly a true theory as well. Ponder that theory and see how it might apply to your own life. I bet its not just me! Anyway, back to the Library to work my youth away. Hollerrrrrrrrr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110035677385673551?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110035677385673551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110035677385673551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110035677385673551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110035677385673551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/old-muppet-men.html' title='Old Muppet Men?!?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110028632372391749</id><published>2004-11-12T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:05:23.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Jud is Daid</title><content type='html'>Well, not really poor Jud.  More like Poor Punkie Jr.  Here's the story. All the way back from the very beginning.  Last year in November my roommate Donna and I decided that we wanted a pet.  I figured a Hamster would be good cuz we could hide him nice and easy like if there was a fire drill (which is almost every night at FDU) or whatever.  So we went to the pet store and bought us a hamster with all the trimmings.  Donna and I agreed on the only one that was awake and running around like a mad man. Well we brought him home and  I went to take our new addition out of his little "live animal" box and the bastard hissed at me!  So then I decided to name him Fucker cuz thats what he was.  Anyway, 3 days came and went and Fucker was dead. Nothing I did mind you, he just up and died while I was at work one day.  So I called the pet store and they gave me a new hamster free of charge.  I went in and picked out a new hamster (without donna this time) and I picked out the CUTEST little red hamster.  Well I brought her home and put her in the cage (which I cleaned very good after the last one).  Since the hamster had red hair and so did I, I named it Punkie Jr. (cuz my nickname is Punkie).  Well Punkie Jr. got on real good and as the semester went on she got fatter and fatter just like pets who are loved by their owners do. Then off we went, home for the summer back to upstate NY and she was still happy and fat...getting fatter because my mother likes to feed her cheese.  Now here I am preparing myself and my little hamster for my departure from the country in September.  I wrote a nice list of things that had to be done to properly care for Punkie Jr. in my absence so that my parents could take proper care of her and made sure that she knew that even though I wasnt there I would still love her (shut up, you all have pets you love too).  So September 2nd came and I got on a plane and flew off to England which is where I am now.  I would call home every weekend to talk to the parentals and of course check on my pet and I am doing this for the past two months and every time I get "Shes great, played in her ball, ate some cheese, running on her wheel" and then this past weekend I ask again and my mother says to me, "I cant lie to you any more".  Apparently my hamster died in the beginning of OCTOBER and my parents chose not to tell me until the beginning of NOVEMBER!!!  WHAT THE HELL!! WHO DOES THAT!!!  She procedes to tell me that my step-dad felt so bad that he was going to go out and buy me a new one...like I am an 8 year old.  I think I would notice if I left and my hamster was red and came back and it was black and white or something!!!  So anyway, to make a short story long, my hamster is no longer on this earth.  She has gone up to that great big hamster wheel in the sky.  I guess its ok, but its very sad to lose your pet when you are in another country, no matter how small it is.  Anyway, I am handling it but Bob (That was Punkie Jr.'s uncle) is very distraught.  He loved "Jamal Jr." as he called him (Fucker was "Jamal") and was upset by the news.  All I can really say is at least this one got a proper bruial because poor Fucker got tossed in a garbage can because it was snowing and the ground was frozen when he died.  Well that is my homage to my poor dearly deceased hamster.  I love you P.J.!  Thats all for now I guess.  Hasta la vista, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110028632372391749?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110028632372391749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110028632372391749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110028632372391749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110028632372391749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/poor-jud-is-daid.html' title='Poor Jud is Daid'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130319.post-110028404114254966</id><published>2004-11-12T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:27:21.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in 1,000 words or less</title><content type='html'>Hi. This is my blog. I am in England and you probably arent! Haha! I rule! Anyway, this is my brand spanking new blog and I thought that it would be fun to brag just a little bit about what I have been doing over the past 2 months.  I am studying in England for the semester (as you may know).  Here are the highlights...maybe I will go into more detail later if your lucky.  Been all over England, many trips to London and Stratford-Upon-Avon (Shakespeare's birthplace), Paris (sucked), Greece (didnt wanna come back), and I am going to Scotland next weekend.  Thats the big stuff.  Now I would like to talk about just how cool stonehenge is.  You think, yea its a bunch of rocks. NO! YOU ARE WRONG! It is the most amazing thing that I have ever seen in my entire life! You are driving along the road minding your own business and you come up over a hill and there it is at the bottom standing in the middle of a field. It takes your breath away.  I hit the girl sitting next to me! It was great! And then you get up close and guess what, its EVEN cooler!!! You might think I am crazy but you have to see it to understand.  Ok, now I would like to complain about how many freaking Chinese tourists there were!! SOO MANY!!!  Ok, thanks for that one.  I met a woman from Minnesota there.  That was random. She was nice.  That was stonehenge.  I really want to write more but not all in the same one so I will write more random posts to describe cool things to you.  That is it for my intro post though.  Catch ya later Bill and Ted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130319-110028404114254966?l=holldoll3683.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/feeds/110028404114254966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130319&amp;postID=110028404114254966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110028404114254966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130319/posts/default/110028404114254966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holldoll3683.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-life-in-1000-words-or-less.html' title='My life in 1,000 words or less'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11247791112864650701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
