<?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-7890422</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:03:41.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so I'm finally doing this journal thing...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890422.post-110722474788838896</id><published>2005-01-31T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:25:47.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bday!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am legal.  I know I know, you turn "legal" when you are 18, but now what I have been doing illegaly for the past year or so, compliments Crystal Quinones, is now all fine and dandy with the law!  To be honest, I really don't feel all that different.  It was cool to be able to use my real ID when I went to the club, and last night when we ordered a pitcher at Ale House.  I have decided to pass my ID on to Sara, if I see her before her bday of course.  She resembles Crystal the most, and I think she would actually be the most likely to really go anywhere with it.  We all know Rachel doesn't need one!  I now know three people that have bdays within 4 days of V-Day.  The 10th is Sonia, 14th Rachel, and 15th Cynthia.  Hell yea Aquarius! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, and I guess this is normal, I am kinda depressed.  It was wonderful to see my Dad and go out to dinner on SoBe, but the night afterwards was kind of a disapointment.  Partly, that was my fault.  I was in a crummy mood, and I couldn't have told anyone why at the time, but I think now I know.  I don't want to complain too much, but I'll give the abbreviated version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 21.  I am almost a Senior in college.  Soon I will be leaving again, to where I am not sure, but I know I am not staying in Miami.  I will be by myself, alone, and strangely this is what I have come to expect.  It is what I am comfortable with.  I have never had a serious relationship, never had a date for Valentines, and every attempt my withered heart has made at something has been crushed, pulped, minced, and compacted into one of those neat little cubes that soup boullion comes in.  My life does not seem to allow me to meet people.  My classes are all huge science lectures, or classes with obscure majors where everyone already has their circles of friends and arn't interested or bothered with talking to anyone else.  Even I find myself doing the same thing, allowing potential friends to sort of slip away because I am happy with the friends I have.  However this is not going so well in terms of meeting a MALE human being.  (Jesus, you would think they are a different species!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am saying is that, I am not even upset anymore.  It saddens me only that I have come to expect that I will never experience the ups and downs that couples go through.  I know I am missing out on one of the most beautiful gifts this life has to offer, and I accept that.  It hasn't happened for me for 21 years.  This is when we meet the people we spend our lives with.  For me, more than ever I have realized the only people I can truly count on are my family.&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/7890422-110722474788838896?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/110722474788838896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=110722474788838896' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110722474788838896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110722474788838896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-bday.html' title='My Bday!'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890422.post-110610082431889132</id><published>2005-01-18T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T18:13:44.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never EVER go out with anyone you meet at a club</title><content type='html'>Wow, talk about the worst luck with men!  I have no successfully gone from one end of the shitty guy scale to the other.  My little "fling" thing a few weeks ago was with a really cute guy who could not have been any less non committal, if that's a word.  I didn't even mention him to many people.  Except now.  I'm sure I cared more than my appearence and actions about him implied, but I am nothing if not an expert at hiding important things in my life from people who might actually want to know about them.     Anyway, this next part is recent, so it's more relevant.  Basically, my fave show just came on so I am going to be brief.   Meet him at a club, but it wasn't crowded and we actually did have a conversation.  He is a Marine, that is important to know.  He helped me and my friends out a bit with some drunken drama, so even though I felt sort of lukewarm about him, I thought what the hell.  I've been single for so long if I don't start doing SOMETHING different than I will be an old cranky lady talking to seagulls and fish all day.  So I took a chance, despite being a little annoyed at the fact that he called me at least five times over the weekend.  Sorry, you need a bit of back info.  I meet him on Thursday night and left the next day for the weekend to visit my friend in Boca Raton.    I dont know why this stupid blog wont let me hit enter and make a new paragraph.  This has to be the most annoying thing to read...  ok so where was I?  Yea, he called alot.  I decided to meet him or at least invite him along to meet with my friends and me at our usual Sunday night at Ale House.  Well long story short, he INSISTED on taking me and my roomate to dinner first, and driving, and providing a friend for said roomate to talk to at dinner.  Stupid, I know.  I dont feel like reliving the whole experience, but basically the night was terrible.  He was intensely PDA'ing, and laying on the "you're so cute" and "You're so beautiful".  Always right when I was trying to eat, or talk, or even when things got really bad...sleep.  Wait a minute!  I did NOT sleep with him.  Rather, he annoyed me so terribly that I went to sleep at my friends house rather than stay awake and have to drive back and continue to look at him.  So that is all I wish to say now.  I went from Mr.Letmecallonceaweekplease, to Mr.MarrymeNOWHERETHISINSTANTSIR!  Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-110610082431889132?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/110610082431889132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=110610082431889132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110610082431889132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110610082431889132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-ever-go-out-with-anyone-you-meet.html' title='Never EVER go out with anyone you meet at a club'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-110566202804762412</id><published>2005-01-13T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:20:28.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five days till Hell</title><content type='html'>Well, back in good ol' MIA.  I'm definatly making up for my week of being snowed in and not able to do anything over break!  Tonight I'm gonna go to Lauderdale, and tomorrow I go to visit Lisa in Boca!  Yay!  Happy New Year to all who I havn't seen.  Thank you for my voice message!  I love you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Great way to spend the first night back in Miami...check out this website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labareflorida.com"&gt;www.labareflorida.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-110566202804762412?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/110566202804762412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=110566202804762412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110566202804762412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110566202804762412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2005/01/five-days-till-hell.html' title='Five days till Hell'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-110427192006244681</id><published>2004-12-28T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T14:12:00.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving so soon</title><content type='html'>Wow I can't believe I am leaving in two days!  Time always flies around Christmas, it's kind of sad if you stop to think about it.  But I dont feel like getting into that.  Call me about movie night if you are interested, but I may be going out to an early dinner with the fam.  We shall see.  Happy B-Day Jeremy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-110427192006244681?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/110427192006244681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=110427192006244681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110427192006244681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110427192006244681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/12/leaving-so-soon.html' title='Leaving so soon'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-110373885102552509</id><published>2004-12-22T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T10:07:31.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping madness continues</title><content type='html'>I have been reduced to midnight shopping, the only time in which our one car is available.  We now have my uncle, grandparents, chris, matt on his way, mom, and me staying in the house.   Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-110373885102552509?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/110373885102552509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=110373885102552509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110373885102552509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110373885102552509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/12/shopping-madness-continues.html' title='Shopping madness continues'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-110365023518962149</id><published>2004-12-21T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:30:35.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!  Home!  New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Yes I know, I have heard the pleading from all around me to update my dang blog.  I am stuck at home now with no car and my weak South Florida blood, which virtually prevents me from moving unless shrouded in clothing with the title "thermal" somewhere in there...whew that was a mouthful.  See how I ramble when I get cabin fever.  But really, it is about time that I write something current.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was a surprizing treat to me.  We all remarked that it felt alot like prom, and I know some people would love to repeat that experience.  But really, it was great to see everyone there and get all fancy and learn some wedding etiquette while seeing shannon and mark.  They really do love each other and it showed so much at their wedding.  Both looked quite beutiful and handsome, (respectively), if I must say.  My only sad point is that it would have been so much more complete if Rachel, that little world traveler was there.  I know I'm not the only one who feels its not the same here without her! &lt;br /&gt;One thing about being home, I am living up to my last name and baking up a damn storm.  So far I have used 2 pounds of butter in one cookie-baking marathon, and yes there are more to be made.  If anyone has any little get togethers, let me know!  My family is having an after Christmas party, and everyone is invited to that!  You can see the new house!  Still in Ohio City, but closer to Lakewood.  It's on 58th St, and very very cute.  My uncle and I may sneak to the Parkview, a little bar/restaurant down the street from us, for some lunch.  Apparently someone left a car here...evil laughing...we might go wild now!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a good break so far.  Hopefully I'll see you all some time this week!  Four dollar movie night??&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/7890422-110365023518962149?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/110365023518962149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=110365023518962149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110365023518962149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/110365023518962149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-home-new-blog.html' title='CHRISTMAS!  Home!  New Blog!'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-109528005814040824</id><published>2004-09-15T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T13:27:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay to whomever reads my little life blurbs!  It's been a very crazy couple of weeks!  First of all, thanks to Frances, my windy friend, I was able to go home and see my brother early.  Unfortunatly, I also had to miss two days of class!  But I think I'm caught up now, so that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Matt is doing well, however he told me some disturbing news that I do not care to publish online on the rare event that somehow it will reach the eyes of my grandparents (who can barely type a letter on a computer mind you), and then they would have an instant anuerism heart attack stroke.  So that would be bad.&lt;br /&gt;I do plan on writing more later, because right now I am writing from &lt;dumtity&gt; work!  Yay for getting a job, because my list of bills is scary.  And I'm working at the Marine Science campus in a genomics lab too!  Pretty cool huh? &lt;br /&gt;I miss people back in Ohio and Germany now too!  Can't beleive I have to add that in!  My mom is moving into her new house soon, so I am actually glad I am not there dealing with all the packing, and her freaking out episodes.  Poor Matt, Nana, Papa, and Chris of course.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have the weekend of Oct 22 free?  We are planning on going down to Key West with a bunch of people for Fantasy Fest!!  YAAAY!  (It's like Mardi Gras version of Halloween)&lt;br /&gt;More later....gotta go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-109528005814040824?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/109528005814040824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=109528005814040824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109528005814040824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109528005814040824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/09/sorry-for-delay-to-whomever-reads-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-109408373747775539</id><published>2004-09-01T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:08:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hurricane Frances is coming for Florida!  They still don't know where or even if it will hit us or the Carolinas, but it is definatly expected to make landfall.  If it does look like its coming to South Florida, then I am in an evacuation zone!  This is a slight problem to me.  I could probably go to Fort Myers, where my grandparent's condo is, but what if the hurricane hits there too?  It really sucks, because A.) I am supposed to work at Parrot Jungle Saturday and B.) I am set to fly to Cleveland early Sunday.  On the news, they said not to make any travel plans to leave after the hurricane, because transportation will probably not be possible.  So what the heck am I supposed to do with my plane ticket?  If the airlines consider it an emergency, I beleive they will allow me an earlier flight, but there is one more problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What the hell am I gonna do with Lilo (my bird)?  I can't leave him here at my apartment, and I doubt the airline will let me take him.  Maybe Parrot Jungle will watch him for me.  Haha, yea right.  Go fly with all the wild birdies Lilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is just so frustrating, because my damn school is of course the last to cancel class.  Every single school is cancelling, even Miami Dade, and Palm Beach county already ordered an evacuation order!  I wouldnt be as concerned if I was living on campus, because they are pretty prepared for it, but what if I have to leave?  I really dont want to have to stay in a crowded dorm room for days on end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And then there is the bird thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;UGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hurricanes suck.&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/7890422-109408373747775539?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/109408373747775539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=109408373747775539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109408373747775539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109408373747775539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/09/hurricane.html' title='Hurricane!!'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-109374783154379079</id><published>2004-08-28T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T19:50:31.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami in all her glory</title><content type='html'>So finally I am back with a new post!  Sorry for the delay, but I had to set up the internet again in my apartment.  Not to mention this week has just been hectic as hell, with schedules, mold in the apartment, bills, and now...ants.  Yea its been the time of the life.  Oh how I missed it. &lt;br /&gt;Not being sarcastic now, I actually did miss going out in Miami, which I did plenty of the past two days.  Thursday was Coconut Grove, where the Moonman for the VMAS was in the street.  It's pretty cool!  But even more surprizing was that the club we went to wasnt half bad.  The Grove can be a bit ghetto at times. &lt;br /&gt;Last night was alot crazier in South Beach.  It was like Spring Break all over again!!  You couldn't get into anywhere, it was all these exclusive partys.  We were actually outside P.Diddys party and heard it was 150 to get in!  After walking ten miles in heels and a bitty little dress, we all ended up at an Irish Pub in South Beach.  The place was packed!  Apparently we were not the only ones who didnt want to wait five hours in line or pay 200 to dance to music.  But thats just me.  I miss all my Ohio friends!  Its great to see everybody back here at school though too.  And Rachel made me laugh the other day online too ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-109374783154379079?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/109374783154379079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=109374783154379079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109374783154379079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109374783154379079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/08/miami-in-all-her-glory.html' title='Miami in all her glory'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890422.post-109251667033636274</id><published>2004-08-14T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:51:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sad</title><content type='html'>I just lost my entire entry for today, so i am mad.  Come over my house tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-109251667033636274?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/109251667033636274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=109251667033636274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109251667033636274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109251667033636274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/08/little-sad_14.html' title='Little Sad'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-109251655016641204</id><published>2004-08-14T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:49:10.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sad</title><content type='html'>First a happy note.  Last night was awesome at the feast, though I wish I would have gotten Rachel's message sooner!  The fam and I ate lots of Italian food, and drank beer, and listened to Male Netta sing.  For those of you who know my grandma, this guy was the male version of her, hence the name.  I saw a very attractive Jude Law look-alike as well, but then reminded myself I am leaving in two days.  This sucks as well as rocks.  No in between point, I am either incredibly relieved or unbearably depressed.  But anyway, in addition to hot hot boy, guess who else I saw??  The guy from Average Joe!!!  You know, with the pony tail.  So cool.  It was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the sad part.  I am leaving.  Tomorrow.  I wonder if I will be back next year, it just seems so unlikely.  Jana I know what you are saying about the whole job thing and "adulthood".  It does scare me that right now in my life, I have only vague ideas about what I will be doing after college.  After college, that whole time period, seemed so unreachable to me, but then so did turning 21, and I'm only half a year away from that!&lt;br /&gt;Well here goes to one last horah before we all leave.  Party at my place tonight, come anytime in the evening, but if you are too early you may be enlisted in helping me prepare! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-109251655016641204?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/109251655016641204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=109251655016641204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109251655016641204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109251655016641204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/08/little-sad.html' title='Little Sad'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-109241051750574145</id><published>2004-08-13T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T08:21:57.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Work</title><content type='html'>Yea for crappy weather!  No work today for the second day in a row.  That also means no money, but hey I'm leaving now anyways.  Very interesting night last night!  My new name is Belita by the way.  I've decided to embrace my Puerto Ricaness.  Not tonight though.  Tonight I guess I can be Italian for the Feast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-109241051750574145?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/109241051750574145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=109241051750574145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109241051750574145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109241051750574145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-work.html' title='No Work'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-109232676242715431</id><published>2004-08-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T09:06:02.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane season!</title><content type='html'>Is it bad that I am more excited to go back to school now that there are two tropical storms/hurricanes hitting this weekend?  I think its so cool!!  I'm really not too worried about it though, they should be done by the time I get there on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;In other news, the Feast of the Assumption is this weekend, starting tonight.  If anyone wants to go let me know, it would be fun with a group of people.  I was thinking of going to see the Village soon too if anyone is interested.  I believe Sara and Irene were.  Also in related news, the excessive booze I bought at the border is burning a hole on the floor here in the kitchen, begging to be mixed with assorted colas, juices, or just plain ice.  I was thinking maybe Saturday night.  Erin, if you read this, I was all set to bring goodies over to your house last night for Sex and the City.  ( I was going to premix something so you wouldnt get into trouble).  But guess what?  I fell asleep at 9:30!!!!!   How freakin sad is that.  I am officially an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;I have also been feeling increasingly wary about the mysterious tightening of my clothes.  If anyone is also concerned that all of their clothes are shrinking, please alert me of this emergency warning sign.  It may indicate excessive partying, eating at all hours of the night, or just plain over consumption, all serious disorders for which there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; help.&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/7890422-109232676242715431?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/109232676242715431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=109232676242715431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109232676242715431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109232676242715431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/08/hurricane-season.html' title='Hurricane season!'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-109216399184913851</id><published>2004-08-10T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T11:53:11.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back (Alive) from Toronto</title><content type='html'>Ok, I had alot of fun dont get me wrong, but that was by far the worst road trip I have ever been on!  We got lost twice, stuck in traffic from a horrible accident, almost got in an accident, and then had to drive the last stretch through a monsoon.  Yes, I actually cried when we stopped at a gas station and I discovered my lovely period.  (It was early)&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890422-109216399184913851?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/109216399184913851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=109216399184913851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109216399184913851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109216399184913851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-alive-from-toronto.html' title='Back (Alive) from Toronto'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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-7890422.post-109192628692266275</id><published>2004-08-07T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T17:51:26.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST BLOG EVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>Alright, until I get uses to this whole blog thing, I'll keep this short and sweet.  I just read a few of everybody else's entries, and I didn't realize how much I missed of their lives!  I know I see all the girls on the weekends and such, but you don't really realize the importance of everyday life.  Not having &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; been a phone person, this is especially relevant to me.  No matter how much you talk to people in one night, you won't ever get hold of everything that you miss.  So, the importance of the internet journal...&lt;br /&gt;I am making a new resolution.  I really do want to be there for all you guys and feel bad when I am not.  Not to sound corny or anything, but I do want you all to know how much you mean to me.  When I am away at school, anytime I hear some quirky sex thing, or a dumb meaningless joke, or even a good quote, I think of all you guys.  I think of how no one will really know &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; as well all of you.  I mean c'mon, middle school...high school...these are the defining moments of growing up, no matter how "mature" we become in college.  So ok, sappy stuff over.  I promise to keep this blog up and running, and to make sure I read everybody else's daily thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;On another note...going to Toronto tomorrow morn with the Mum.  I will either come home full of motherly love, or, still hung over from the drinking-so-I-dont-stranggle-myself-with-a-seatbelt epsidoe that will surely follow a five hour drive with only my mother and I in the car.  Confusing sentence I know.  Wish me luck y'all...with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, how do you put pics on this thing??&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/7890422-109192628692266275?l=lupabb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/feeds/109192628692266275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890422&amp;postID=109192628692266275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109192628692266275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890422/posts/default/109192628692266275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lupabb.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-first-blog-ever.html' title='MY FIRST BLOG EVER!!!!'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030912674185945974</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>
