<?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-414025367952551182</id><updated>2012-02-01T16:55:06.563-08:00</updated><category term='infinite jest'/><category term='a'/><category term='interior design'/><category term='RAMBLES'/><category term='personal'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='conan'/><title type='text'>patience, iago</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-3917911287229313770</id><published>2012-01-29T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:03:55.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They make this world seem real.</title><content type='html'>This memory is real, this memory is old in some ways and new only in it's inception. Dialogue. Monologue. Celtx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-3917911287229313770?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/3917911287229313770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/they-make-this-world-seem-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3917911287229313770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3917911287229313770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/they-make-this-world-seem-real.html' title='They make this world seem real.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-9144043829180468929</id><published>2012-01-26T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T18:23:38.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>milky ways</title><content type='html'>'The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday--but never jam to-day.'&lt;br /&gt;'It MUST come sometimes to "jam to-day,"' Alice objected.&lt;br /&gt;'No, it can't,' said the Queen. 'It's jam every OTHER day: to-day isn't any OTHER day, you know.'&lt;br /&gt;'I don't understand you,' said Alice. 'It's dreadfully confusing!'&lt;br /&gt;'That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first--'&lt;br /&gt;'Living backwards!' Alice repeated in great astonishment. 'I never heard of such a thing!'&lt;br /&gt;'--but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways.'&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sure MINE only works one way,' Alice remarked. 'I can't remember things before they happen.'&lt;br /&gt;'It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' the Queen remarked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-9144043829180468929?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/9144043829180468929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/milky-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/9144043829180468929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/9144043829180468929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/milky-ways.html' title='milky ways'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-8731820856316969210</id><published>2012-01-25T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:13:48.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The furthest you can go into the woods is halfway.</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what I'm waiting for anymore. Readreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadread. I'll always be by your side. Even when you're down and out. I'll always be by your side. I just wanted to be your housewife, all I wanted was to be your housewife. I'll iron your clothes, I'll shine your shoes. I'll make your bed, and cook your food. I'll never cheat. I'll be the best girl you'd ever meet. And for a diamond ring, I'd do these kind of things. I'll scrub your floors, never be a bore. I'd tuck you in and I do not snore. I'd wear your black eyes. Bake you apple pies. I won't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IVyEPKnB9wA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting de-ja vu about getting de-ja vu A LOT lately. Or maybe I just had de-ja vu where &lt;i&gt;I thought&lt;/i&gt; about getting it a lot. Either way it's blowing my mind like your ugly, fat ex girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-8731820856316969210?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/8731820856316969210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/furthest-you-can-go-into-woods-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8731820856316969210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8731820856316969210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/furthest-you-can-go-into-woods-is.html' title='The furthest you can go into the woods is halfway.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IVyEPKnB9wA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-2934685420575270982</id><published>2012-01-24T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:20:22.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman Who Began to Suspect She Was Made of Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;img 420"="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://i.imgur.com/hssRV.jpg&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;iframe width=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I4LlyhrLEuI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/independent/detachment/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch anything that's got Adrien Brody and Bryan Cranston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/independent/aynrandandtheprophecyofatlasshrugged/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand, you scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/independent/thepruittlgoemyth/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. Wonder why apple spelled the title incorrectly in the link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/independent/thinice/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Kinnear... kind of iffy on this one. Looks like one of those movies where all the best parts were edited into the trailer. Mainly because they don't really make sense as a trailer. Or maybe the production company that made the trailer was shitty. That's a concept I've never really gotten. You make a movie, then you have someone else make the trailer? I would just show the first 5 minutes of the movie. Like a book you read before deciding to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- While editing this post for the 5th time, I realized that in about 2 years, this post will just be broken links. ((like hipsters to blogspot))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend disappeared off the face of the earth. Her phone is disconnected. If I had the energy, I'm sure I could find her at some house party with a bunch of people I used to kind of know from a friend of an acquaintance. Whenever I saw her once a lunar cycle, we used to talk about stupid shit and get our minds off of our real life. We stole beer from her boyfriend-at-the-time's brother and his fat girlfriend. Then, when we were caught they yelled at each other while I sat silently in the backseat. I miss her. The last thing she said to me when I called her at 5 PM in the afternoon, "Yeah I just woke up, let me call you later."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-2934685420575270982?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/2934685420575270982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/woman-who-began-to-suspect-she-was-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2934685420575270982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2934685420575270982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/woman-who-began-to-suspect-she-was-made.html' title='A Woman Who Began to Suspect She Was Made of Glass'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I4LlyhrLEuI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-5464987351664424402</id><published>2012-01-21T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T02:48:39.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finally going to make it through Infinite Jest... after watching The Animatrix.</title><content type='html'>I just woke up at about 1AM. I got home from work and immediately went to sleep. I was offered a position today for an internal transfer I interviewed for about 2 weeks ago. Believe me, it was &lt;i&gt;the most perfect&lt;/i&gt; time for it. I was just beginning to show signs of wear, and I think today it showed because everyone was asking me if I was okay this morning. Honestly, I couldn't shake off the funk the night before had left me in, and I skipped my morning coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it comes with a 10% salary raise and I will be going back into training -_____- I'm happy. Excited to be moving onward and up, towards something good. Always something good. I had been asked to travel for work to another state to help training newbies in their on the job training at a new service center to do my job. I turned it down because it was going to keep me out of my home and life for 20 day straight. I really could not look forward to that because with everything that happened and did not feel overwhelmingly good about it, which I'm glad I could recognize would not lead to anything good at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-5464987351664424402?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/5464987351664424402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-finally-going-to-make-it-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/5464987351664424402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/5464987351664424402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-finally-going-to-make-it-through.html' title='I am finally going to make it through Infinite Jest... after watching The Animatrix.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-4236765144240408107</id><published>2012-01-19T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:12:49.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you get sloppy drunk, i stay whiskey neat.</title><content type='html'>Turned down a great opportunity at work because it just didn't feel like the right thing to do at this point in time. I feel good about saying no because fuck, I can actually say no to something at work now. I'm not the yes person I though I was that led to me being walked all over and bossed around. I felt like I was saying no, this does not mean as much to me as it does to you. Where ever I'm going in my life I do not need to take this step to get there. I do know what I need to do, and I'm going to do it. Educating myself is always going to be my top priority from now on. I won't settle for something I can do well, I'm going to strive to do something I love and make it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Half Nelson (2006)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking awesome movie. Just can't believe Ryan Gosling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-4236765144240408107?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/4236765144240408107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-get-sloppy-drunk-i-stay-whiskey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/4236765144240408107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/4236765144240408107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-get-sloppy-drunk-i-stay-whiskey.html' title='you get sloppy drunk, i stay whiskey neat.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-5064404673789251967</id><published>2012-01-14T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:23:47.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll be young forever.</title><content type='html'>I'm still me, still living with a tiny bit of reckless abandon. I've got one foot in, one anchor ready to harbor whenever the time is right. Life's been living everyday left brain and dreaming every night right brain. The big picture is hard to see when the day is a magnifying glass on the present. Big plans to see &lt;strike&gt;New York, Las Vegas and back to&lt;/strike&gt; Japan&lt;strike&gt; in December for Christmas and New Years&lt;/strike&gt;. (edit: january 24, 2012 at 10:23pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AtNP5U_Khd0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-5064404673789251967?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/5064404673789251967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-be-young-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/5064404673789251967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/5064404673789251967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-be-young-forever.html' title='we&apos;ll be young forever.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AtNP5U_Khd0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-2366734358848504321</id><published>2012-01-08T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:43:22.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ready for the work week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/48K5Y0421Ig" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S6yuR8efotI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uKFiR8GvUY4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-2366734358848504321?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/2366734358848504321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-ready-for-work-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2366734358848504321'/><link 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what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-1291370969393287077?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/1291370969393287077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1291370969393287077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1291370969393287077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='**'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-8878748774754695355</id><published>2012-01-03T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T17:29:34.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoarders.</title><content type='html'>Getting rid of all the clutter in my apartment. Totally think me and Edgar have the potential to become mini hoarders. Not crazy hoarders like on this show but... I bet that's what they all said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-8878748774754695355?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/8878748774754695355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoarders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8878748774754695355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8878748774754695355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoarders.html' title='Hoarders.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-2458338350087461790</id><published>2012-01-03T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:44:06.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest god damn movies ever made (missing and never complete)</title><content type='html'>subtitle// "Oh Yeah I Forgot About That Movie, That Movie Changed ME"&lt;br /&gt;(in order of memory spillage, you can kinda see certain trains of thought if you're familiar with six degrees of kevin bacon and/or themes, ideas, and/or aesthetics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the matrix&lt;br /&gt;city of god&lt;br /&gt;the departed&lt;br /&gt;the lotr series&lt;br /&gt;funny girl&lt;br /&gt;annie hall&lt;br /&gt;apocalypse now&lt;br /&gt;being john malkovitch&lt;br /&gt;adaptation&lt;br /&gt;eternal sunshine of the spotless mind&lt;br /&gt;dark city&lt;br /&gt;the thirteenth floor&lt;br /&gt;pi&lt;br /&gt;full metal jacket&lt;br /&gt;gangs of new york&lt;br /&gt;ghost world&lt;br /&gt;the godfather &lt;br /&gt;the godfather part II&lt;br /&gt;gosford park&lt;br /&gt;sense and sensibility&lt;br /&gt;trainspotting&lt;br /&gt;monsters, inc.&lt;br /&gt;shaun of the dead&lt;br /&gt;dawn of the dead&lt;br /&gt;the darjeeling limited&lt;br /&gt;the royal tenenbaums&lt;br /&gt;the pianist&lt;br /&gt;psycho&lt;br /&gt;the shining&lt;br /&gt;se7en&lt;br /&gt;pulp fiction&lt;br /&gt;roman holiday &lt;br /&gt;saving private ryan&lt;br /&gt;the silence of the lambs&lt;br /&gt;2001: a space odyssey&lt;br /&gt;a scanner darkly&lt;br /&gt;y tu mama tambien&lt;br /&gt;la mala educacion &lt;br /&gt;pan's labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;the orphanage&lt;br /&gt;fear and loathing in las vegas&lt;br /&gt;12 monkeys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer; if you notice certain directors' movies are grouped together but there's one or some missing. those are the ones that i generally feel 'meh, it's alright' about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-2458338350087461790?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/2458338350087461790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/greatest-god-damn-movies-ever-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2458338350087461790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2458338350087461790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/greatest-god-damn-movies-ever-made.html' title='the greatest god damn movies ever made (missing and never complete)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-1542334295031273178</id><published>2012-01-03T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:30:21.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ass burgers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mkTMj0McIvc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be cleaning my apartment right now. The dishwasher is running, that counts for something, right? I'm bored. There's nothing in the fridge, there's nothing on the internet. I miss miss miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start reading something today. Philip K. Dick, I presume. Work's been awesome. I've got responsibility fuck yeah. I just need to get a hold on these student loans and work out my cell phone plan. God damn this apartment is messy. My doggie is so cute. I love her. Summer get here already, I love how pretty San Antonio gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-1542334295031273178?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/1542334295031273178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/ass-burgers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1542334295031273178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1542334295031273178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/ass-burgers.html' title='ass burgers.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mkTMj0McIvc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-7869582889657284855</id><published>2012-01-01T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:21:05.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marriage Plot (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/E4ZVb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.imgur.com/E4ZVb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last book I read in 2011. Middlesex is one of my hands down favorites, ever. I can't describe how happy I was to see it on my favorite cousin's bookshelf, of whom I hadn't seen in years. So I immediately bought the ebook version from b&amp;amp;n.com to read on my nook while making the 24 hour journey to Okinawa. I ended up being too excited on the plane to read, and only started it a couple days before I left. Once I made it past the first few pages, I started getting into it. I really need to say that I disliked Madeleine. Mitchell kind of annoyed me and I sort of liked Leonard, but his Mercurial disposition was off-putting and since that was the whole point of the book therein lies my problem with it. I didn't quite care about them enough to really be surprised with the ending. What was so great about Madeleine? Reading this book was like being in a relationship with these people and by the end &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;was lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was entertaining yes, but I did not enjoy these peoples' plight. It did however make me want to travel more and be more ambitious with my learnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how critics do it, because after reading the whole book I really can't find much to say about it. Anyways, I'm now watching Serenity after having watched the whole series of Firefly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-7869582889657284855?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/7869582889657284855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/marriage-plot-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7869582889657284855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7869582889657284855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2012/01/marriage-plot-2011.html' title='The Marriage Plot (2011)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-3577209400627979761</id><published>2011-12-31T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:40:47.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>miss my family more than anything. 2 more years left until they come back and life gets way better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-3577209400627979761?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/3577209400627979761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3577209400627979761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3577209400627979761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-8164186853547890016</id><published>2011-12-27T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T03:30:00.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles International to Tokyo International</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/px6Zh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="495" width="660" src="http://i.imgur.com/px6Zh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating a huge cherry gummy bear and watching Firefly. Getting addicted to &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/astronauts/pins/"&gt;pinterest&lt;/a&gt;. More places to waste time on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-8164186853547890016?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/8164186853547890016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/12/los-angeles-international-to-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8164186853547890016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8164186853547890016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/12/tehehehe.html' title='tehehehe'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3XY3pmjK2o/TvKjZN1JGvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ziv3wTp4_bQ/s72-c/September-15-2011-18-48-28-tumblrlqh1vjhFZr1qm56a3o1500.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-5815063713007555943</id><published>2011-12-14T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:53:34.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i sail through the changing ocean tides?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nfYK8wvvU90" frameborder="0" 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type='html'>v.v&lt;br /&gt;went to this bad ass cafe. pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-5837958264311606923?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/5837958264311606923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/12/deep-fried-snickers-bars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/5837958264311606923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/5837958264311606923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/12/deep-fried-snickers-bars.html' title='matcha frappacino.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-5055025514176577443</id><published>2011-12-11T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:41:44.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish i had more time here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33480080?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/33480080"&gt;PROTEIGON&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4768319"&gt;BURAYAN&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div 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here.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-1317798274372113693</id><published>2011-12-09T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:30:38.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loooove my family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDIMmm5gVX8/TuHG5zFjuXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OBJQxB7NvlE/s1600/fuji" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDIMmm5gVX8/TuHG5zFjuXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OBJQxB7NvlE/s320/fuji" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Japan is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've read exactly zero of the books I brought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-1317798274372113693?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/1317798274372113693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/12/loooove-my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1317798274372113693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1317798274372113693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/12/loooove-my-family.html' title='Loooove my family.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDIMmm5gVX8/TuHG5zFjuXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OBJQxB7NvlE/s72-c/fuji' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-6011299547211239108</id><published>2011-11-30T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:34:05.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles to Tokyo, reading list.</title><content type='html'>These are the books I have on my nook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale Blue Dot by Carl Sagan&lt;br /&gt;Choke&lt;br /&gt;Rant both by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;The Book of the New Sun series by Gene Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;Death Is Not The End&lt;br /&gt;The Naming of the Dead both by Ian Rankin&lt;br /&gt;Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer&lt;br /&gt;A Scanner Darkly&lt;br /&gt;Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said&lt;br /&gt;The Man in the High Castle&lt;br /&gt;The Minority Report, all by Philip K. Dick&lt;br /&gt;Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson&lt;br /&gt;The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins&lt;br /&gt;I Am Legend by Richard Matheson&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Angels by Hunter S. Thompson&lt;br /&gt;A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon&lt;br /&gt;Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov &lt;br /&gt;The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Jest by DFW of course.&lt;br /&gt;The neeewwwest, is The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also downloaded books to the Kindle app on my touchpad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell&lt;br /&gt;Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have overcompensated for a 24 hour trip to Japan, but better to be prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-6011299547211239108?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/6011299547211239108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/11/los-angeles-to-tokyo-reading-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6011299547211239108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6011299547211239108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/11/los-angeles-to-tokyo-reading-list.html' title='Los Angeles to Tokyo, reading list.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-4920132101944811932</id><published>2011-10-19T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:46:10.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAMBLES'/><title type='text'>the wonder decades</title><content type='html'>I am so POOR. &amp;nbsp;Just paid our electricity bill, which was only about 40 bucks but rent needs to be saved and every penny counts for my trip to Japan. But of course, in the past month I've acquired a new addiction to Pumpkin Spice lattes from Starbucks, virtual window shopping which is just like regular online shopping except when you get to the part after searching for your debit card instead of following through with the number punching you simply x out of the window and retreat back to netflix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the deal when posting pictures of editorials and fashion shows? Is there anyway that any of that could come back to bit me in the ass? Just now asking this question after years of doing it with no thought. Wild style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos I liked and filched from various websites: I have a studio apartment so I need all the help I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weMavdOQns8/Tp-waX0WISI/AAAAAAAAAWg/AhVn1O62vGw/s1600/040309book-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weMavdOQns8/Tp-waX0WISI/AAAAAAAAAWg/AhVn1O62vGw/s320/040309book-02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umBgUtu1SXo/Tp-wawIALoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4KPaszosiRQ/s1600/040309book-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umBgUtu1SXo/Tp-wawIALoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4KPaszosiRQ/s320/040309book-03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoMSdubpxes/Tp-wbCkrCcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FwqmggBaDL4/s1600/040309book-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoMSdubpxes/Tp-wbCkrCcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FwqmggBaDL4/s320/040309book-05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUTX51uJGvU/Tp-wbZ1y-dI/AAAAAAAAAW4/h7brmasYHbE/s1600/040309book-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUTX51uJGvU/Tp-wbZ1y-dI/AAAAAAAAAW4/h7brmasYHbE/s320/040309book-06.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9t_yVCyqCHc/Tp-wbqKxW7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/bz8z8CZxAYA/s1600/ikea1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9t_yVCyqCHc/Tp-wbqKxW7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/bz8z8CZxAYA/s320/ikea1.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaBWjPfvSBA/Tp-wcGjCApI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NrkPdipTXi8/s1600/ikea-bookcase-divider-via-alannacavanagh_blogspot-1024x817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaBWjPfvSBA/Tp-wcGjCApI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NrkPdipTXi8/s320/ikea-bookcase-divider-via-alannacavanagh_blogspot-1024x817.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APF-HXTArp4/Tp-wcs0m2pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cRWSXzlzAxU/s1600/ikea-bookcase-expedit-room-divider-via-at.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APF-HXTArp4/Tp-wcs0m2pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cRWSXzlzAxU/s320/ikea-bookcase-expedit-room-divider-via-at.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5bakCAfh8c/Tp-wdvvcHWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Z0nODmNW0xg/s1600/ikea-bookcase-via-jessicaclairesworld_blogspot.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5bakCAfh8c/Tp-wdvvcHWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Z0nODmNW0xg/s320/ikea-bookcase-via-jessicaclairesworld_blogspot.png" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6REOOGtGs_Y/Tp-weLDNZVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MNoljRFeNyY/s1600/stacked-ikea-bookcases-via-shoponline2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6REOOGtGs_Y/Tp-weLDNZVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MNoljRFeNyY/s320/stacked-ikea-bookcases-via-shoponline2011.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBBT1ZwhKiw/Tp-wehuoORI/AAAAAAAAAXo/x5HKukxpDLQ/s1600/white+yes%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBBT1ZwhKiw/Tp-wehuoORI/AAAAAAAAAXo/x5HKukxpDLQ/s320/white+yes%2521.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmn... I think if I'm going to pull this off I need to buy more books. The last books I ordered off of Amazon was a hardcover Catch-22 &amp;nbsp;and A Scanner Darkly. I don't think Infinite Jest counts because after I got frustrated with the footnotes system on my nook I ordered it off of amazon and after not being able to take it to work because of the size I ripped it in half. Solved all my problems except now my boyfriend believes me to be a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*first time logging into aim in a while*&lt;br /&gt;ME: I'm on 53 peoples' buddy lists&lt;br /&gt;MY BF: Probably just bots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee thanks, guess I'm not secretly popular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-4920132101944811932?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/4920132101944811932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/10/wonder-decades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/4920132101944811932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/4920132101944811932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/10/wonder-decades.html' title='the wonder decades'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-weMavdOQns8/Tp-waX0WISI/AAAAAAAAAWg/AhVn1O62vGw/s72-c/040309book-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-9086715282536313901</id><published>2011-10-15T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:40:41.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a'/><title type='text'>Pandora doesn't know me at all.</title><content type='html'>Been trolling certain stations on Pandora trying to find what is me. Indie dance? God no. Dubstep? Couldn't get into it. Just turned on the ambient station and I shit you not the song from gladiator is playing now. Haven't had time to look it up but its Lisa Gerrard Elysium. I'm pretty fucking sure that's the song. God I love movies. They really need to start making more original screenplays instead of these book adaptations. 50-50 was pretty good. Jesus god, can they make good ambient music WITHOUT wind chimes. I feel like a nerd-o because the only thing I'm consistently listening to is symphonic. Better post this now because my touchpad is running out of juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-9086715282536313901?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/9086715282536313901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/10/pandora-doesnt-know-me-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/9086715282536313901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/9086715282536313901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/10/pandora-doesnt-know-me-at-all.html' title='Pandora doesn&apos;t know me at all.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-3393527026452623247</id><published>2011-10-08T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:43:35.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>straight to hell</title><content type='html'>I need more music in my life. The soundtrack to life has been painfully quiet. Work has been work, meticulous and gratifying only in that I am supporting myself like a functioning member of society. I want to write more, but in writing what I know all I know is that the days are long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Japan in December. Hopefully before connecting to Okinawa I'll get to wander around Tokyo for a bit. Want to leave a note to self here (partly because I'm probably the only one who reads this anyways) that I need to find a good recommendation for a good non-fiction book to read, preferably something about the FBI. Jeffrey Eugenides new novel is coming out pretty soon, I need to pick that up. And set up Sirius radio with my truck. Sirius wants the vin to set it up and... Oh god this isn't interesting at all. The weather is finally cooling down. I love fall/winter. I feel good. Im in a much better state of mind. I feel calm, energized almost. Its only when I'm completely stagnant, sitting in the apartment bored, when I start feelings contemptible. I have been slowly making my way through infinite jest but there are so many distractions. Reddit, the internet, my phone. I've decided I love the name Orin. I'll name my future (so amazingly far in the future) children Orin and Calliope, or Lola. I don't know why I'm thinking of that, I just love names. My foot fell asleep. I need music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a steady sleep rhythm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-3393527026452623247?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/3393527026452623247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/10/straight-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3393527026452623247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3393527026452623247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/10/straight-to-hell.html' title='straight to hell'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-1665962005539385948</id><published>2011-08-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T01:37:02.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notice the sudden change in the weather?</title><content type='html'>if i wasn't a terrible person, i don't think se7en would make me feel this much better about life in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-1665962005539385948?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-6191091290104794268</id><published>2011-08-02T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T01:38:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus christ.</title><content type='html'>*)inception&lt;br /&gt;*)a scanner darkly&lt;br /&gt;*)pi&lt;br /&gt;*)memento&lt;br /&gt;*)the fountain&lt;br /&gt;*)shutter island&lt;br /&gt;*)the matrix&lt;br /&gt;*)the thirteenth floor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-6191091290104794268?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/6191091290104794268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/08/jesus-christ.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6191091290104794268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6191091290104794268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/08/jesus-christ.html' title='jesus christ.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-6892168524541466798</id><published>2011-07-31T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:02:36.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>365 rotations</title><content type='html'>I am so fucking tired of being boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-6892168524541466798?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/6892168524541466798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/07/365-rotations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6892168524541466798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6892168524541466798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/07/365-rotations.html' title='365 rotations'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-9218710035396343438</id><published>2011-07-05T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:11:44.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>machine gun-portishead</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hkJBu42HoAQ" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that looks good, but sounds even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GAiceRuLX1I" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/9o77b.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/Wn9X9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it. o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-9218710035396343438?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/9218710035396343438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/07/machine-gun-portishead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/9218710035396343438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/9218710035396343438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-2752789920915261701?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/2752789920915261701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2752789920915261701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2752789920915261701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.html' title='fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-5790410950983122404</id><published>2011-06-05T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:01:40.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl with the dragon tattoo</title><content type='html'>the trailer looks fucking sick. rooney mara looks awesome and daniel craig looks, well like daniel craig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-5790410950983122404?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/5790410950983122404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/06/girl-with-dragon-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/5790410950983122404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/5790410950983122404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/06/girl-with-dragon-tattoo.html' title='the girl with the dragon tattoo'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-6012214034106369365</id><published>2011-05-27T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:31:03.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, I think about it every night and day.</title><content type='html'>THREE DAY WEEKEND! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-6012214034106369365?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/6012214034106369365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/05/boy-i-think-about-it-every-night-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6012214034106369365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6012214034106369365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/05/boy-i-think-about-it-every-night-and.html' title='Boy, I think about it every night and day.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-6867876978708139366</id><published>2011-05-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:15:40.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so much rage and unkempt anger.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I feel so inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;The greatest goodness is a peaceful mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;The greatest meditation is a mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that lets go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Do not speak- unless it improves on silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;You can explore the universe looking for somebody who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and you will not find that person anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Your worst enemy cannot harm you as much&lt;br /&gt;as your own unguarded thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Make an island of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;make yourself your refuge;&lt;br /&gt;there is no other refuge.&lt;br /&gt;Make truth your island,&lt;br /&gt;make truth your refuge;&lt;br /&gt;there is no other refuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Things are not what they appear to be: nor are they otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Happiness does not come from having much, but from being attached to little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;If the love within your mind is lost and you see other beings as enemies, then no matter how much knowledge or education or material comfort you have, only suffering and confusion will ensue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-6867876978708139366?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/6867876978708139366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-so-much-rage-and-unkempt-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6867876978708139366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6867876978708139366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-so-much-rage-and-unkempt-anger.html' title='I feel so much rage and unkempt anger.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-7760709207562844589</id><published>2011-04-29T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:24:25.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAMBLES'/><title type='text'>I haven't taken the time to really</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen." - &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synecdoche, NY&lt;/b&gt; Charlie Kaufman&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;One of the things I still struggle with daily since realizing truly and finally that I do not believe in an afterlife, or religion as it is structured by Christians is the brief moment in time that my life is. I remember being a kid and really feeling just weird about out of all the people in the world that I could have been, that I am ME. That I am ME with MY OWN thoughts and MY OWN name and that there was no one else sharing my exact consciousness, that everyone else is the narrator in their story and I am a brief sentenc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e, here and there, that I appear and disappear quicker than I'd like to admit. I was younger than six, because I remember thinking this in New Mexico on the toilet. Ever since then I've been trying to be a bigger part of a story, of anyones story. It's not possible. It's never possible. We are all islands, John Donne was wise to it, but I'll never stop fighting it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-7760709207562844589?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/7760709207562844589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-havent-taken-time-to-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7760709207562844589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7760709207562844589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-havent-taken-time-to-really.html' title='I haven&apos;t taken the time to really'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-2739528222936421464</id><published>2011-04-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:57:32.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is a fine place and worth fighting for. I agree with the second part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfGyC94LOfo/TbuSnTIcMvI/AAAAAAAAARM/r50PdS6GJII/s320/uoshoe2.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bR8LCMDm1cA/TbuSnB78XJI/AAAAAAAAARI/sU5r5lpmAlQ/s320/uoshoe.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care how shitty that looks, I used the snipping tool bc I wasn't allowed to save it, but whatevs you get the gist of the shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wv44ZdLKaN8/TbuTQyNZNAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/t-mnKmgkMk4/s1600/5416439806_187e37540c_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wv44ZdLKaN8/TbuTQyNZNAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/t-mnKmgkMk4/s320/5416439806_187e37540c_z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know why, I just really want a shoe like this. Perhaps it has to do with my ankle being a total asshole and not allowing me to practically and painlessly able to wear a steep heel. No matter how beautiful it looks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MEVKGNEdcs/TbuTfH8upaI/AAAAAAAAARU/X0Wg4dTLr78/s1600/015fullscreen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MEVKGNEdcs/TbuTfH8upaI/AAAAAAAAARU/X0Wg4dTLr78/s320/015fullscreen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I could possibly afford any shoe as beautiful as this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reUu_zpIAZo/TbuT_eOHBxI/AAAAAAAAARY/rcFNzt8Z9-Y/s1600/proenzaschoulerresort.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reUu_zpIAZo/TbuT_eOHBxI/AAAAAAAAARY/rcFNzt8Z9-Y/s320/proenzaschoulerresort.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will never stop right click + saving as and NEVER NEVER NEVER correctly naming images with where they're from and what season they're from. I should be used to the fact that I am unorganized to a deadly fault, but I'm not. I want to think I am a neat and organized person but it is just not meant to be. My levels of care are so sporadic that it's an exercise in true futility to even try anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-2739528222936421464?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/2739528222936421464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/world-is-fine-place-and-worth-fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2739528222936421464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2739528222936421464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/world-is-fine-place-and-worth-fighting.html' title='The world is a fine place and worth fighting for. I agree with the second part.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfGyC94LOfo/TbuSnTIcMvI/AAAAAAAAARM/r50PdS6GJII/s72-c/uoshoe2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-8831590913275786268</id><published>2011-04-28T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:32:13.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish people my age would vote.</title><content type='html'>"We [choose] to suffer and be free, than live under the degrading influence of laws, which our voice could not be heard in their formation." - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_W._Harkins"&gt;George W. Harkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-8831590913275786268?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/8831590913275786268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wish-people-my-age-would-vote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8831590913275786268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8831590913275786268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wish-people-my-age-would-vote.html' title='I wish people my age would vote.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-6257895598847110494</id><published>2011-04-27T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:30:57.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy fuckballs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/11465235?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11465235"&gt;"Why Don't You Love Me" - Beyoncé&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/beyonce"&gt;Beyoncé&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear to god I just tried to spell beyonce - "biance" Idk... I'm tired?  She looks so crazily amazing and fiercely psycho in this video. Love most of the styling although I'm not sure about those cat eye sunglasses. Also, big NONONO on the song. The video's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-6257895598847110494?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/6257895598847110494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/holy-fuckballs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6257895598847110494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6257895598847110494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/holy-fuckballs.html' title='Holy fuckballs.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-7791135921858424478</id><published>2011-04-25T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:21:37.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No &amp; thank you please madam, I ain't lost. Just wandering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/h3acL.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading &lt;i&gt;World War Z&lt;/i&gt;. Took a brief break from reading &lt;i&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/i&gt;. I'm thinking about reading &lt;i&gt;Although Of Course You End Up&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Becoming Yourself&lt;/i&gt; while I'm reading &lt;i&gt;IJ&lt;/i&gt;, but idk if that would really add anything to the read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World War Z was okay. I kept wanting the short story-esque to combine somehow into a more complete narrative. Maybe I've just been spoiled on narratives like the movie Crash and Pulp Fiction(?), I guess but I don't know I really expected it to pull together somehow. It ended up feeling really disjointed and although I appreciated the chaotic feel of it all I couldn't help but wish for certain characters, certain plots and subplots to be expanded on or merged.  Particularly the Japanese otaku and the blind man, the female (and possibly crazy pilot), and the K-9 trainer. Overall, I'd give it a 6/10. Pretty easy read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on with &lt;i&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/i&gt;. I swear this book will be the death of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-7791135921858424478?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/7791135921858424478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-thank-you-please-madam-i-aint-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7791135921858424478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7791135921858424478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-thank-you-please-madam-i-aint-lost.html' title='No &amp; thank you please madam, I ain&apos;t lost. Just wandering.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-3771425124465818624</id><published>2011-04-10T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:50:23.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reddit book exchange.</title><content type='html'>Pics later, but I just wanted to share what I got for my reddit r/books gift exchange(e?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got him(pretty sure it's a him): East of Eden by John Steinbeck, a biography of Che Guevara by Jon Anderson, Kingdom Come by J.G. Ballard and One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest by Ken Kesey. So hard to decide what to get a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;classic literature&lt;br /&gt;nonfiction: philosophy, fiction, biographies &amp; memoirs, non-fiction, audiobooks, literature (drama), politics&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I had to go on. One thing I did learn that I did not know before was that Half Price Books is fucking awesome. Was so close to buying a book about Symbols by Carl Jung. Now that I think about it, I should have gotten it. Damn.&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/414025367952551182-3771425124465818624?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/3771425124465818624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/reddit-book-exchange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3771425124465818624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3771425124465818624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/reddit-book-exchange.html' title='Reddit book exchange.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-87880757609969516</id><published>2011-04-04T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:21:59.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hell is other people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zAxpMt8Qa00" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been reading shit. Haven't been writing shit. I really don't know what to say... life is good. Effortless. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-87880757609969516?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/87880757609969516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/hell-is-other-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/87880757609969516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/87880757609969516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/04/hell-is-other-people.html' title='hell is other people.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zAxpMt8Qa00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-8324106073913262769</id><published>2011-03-25T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:56:09.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made BIG life changes, and they're FINALLY starting to pay off.</title><content type='html'>"Long story short: the grass is green EVERYWHERE as long as you water it yourself. I'm not going to be telling anybody how to life their life, boo boo, because I don't claim to know anyones just like no one knows mine. Love life, people, worry about yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that today to a fb post I was almost offended by but CHOSE not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a commitment to myself and to the people I truly LOVE (my family, my wonderful boyfriend, and myself) that I will MAKE CHANGES and become who I want to be regardless of whether everything goes my way. I did it, some parts were fucking hard and some parts were easy but I made it through the initial storm and everything is starting to look up finally and I really feel ready for any other bad weather on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay no more cheesy shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-8324106073913262769?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/8324106073913262769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-made-big-life-changes-and-theyre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8324106073913262769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8324106073913262769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-made-big-life-changes-and-theyre.html' title='I made BIG life changes, and they&apos;re FINALLY starting to pay off.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-8794898482150118150</id><published>2011-03-04T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:25:27.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fade into you</title><content type='html'>"AS FAR AS I CAN TELL, FROM MY GENERATION AND MAYBE THE KIDS YOUNGER THAN US, THERE ARE DIFFERENT THINGS THAT WE’RE AFRAID OF. WE’RE AFRAID OF BEING TRITE; WE’RE AFRAID OF BEING SENTIMENTAL; WE’RE AFRAID OF BEING MAWKISH; WE’RE AFRAID OF BEING STALE AND FORMULAIC UNLESS WE ARE STALE AND FORMULAIC IN A WAY THAT POKES FUN AT ITS STALE, FORMULAIC QUALITY. I MEAN, WE HAVE BEEN TAUGHT SO MUCH BOTH BY THE LESSONS OF TELEVISION AND THE SATURATION OF TELEVISION—WHAT ARE THE THINGS TO BE AFRAID OF? AND ONE OF THE BIG REASONS WHY IRONY, YOU KNOW IT’S BEEN THE KIND OF MODE OF DISCOURSE IN THE CULTURE FOR THE LAST THIRTY YEARS, HAS REALLY CEASED TO BE PALLIATIVE OR HELPFUL, IS THAT IRONY IS THIS MARVELOUS CARAPACE THAT I CAN USE TO SHIELD MYSELF FROM SEEMING TO YOU TO BE NAIVE OR SENTIMENTAL, OR TO BUY THE LUSH BANALITIES THAT TELEVISION GIVES, RIGHT? IF I SHOW YOU THAT I BELIEVE THAT WE’RE BOTH BASTARDS AND THAT THERE’S NO POINT TO ANYTHING AND THAT I WAS LAST NAIVE AT ABOUT AGE SIX, THEN I PROTECT MYSELF FROM YOUR JUDGMENT OF THE WORST POSSIBLE FLAW IN ME, SENTIMENTALITY AND NAIVETE—THE WAY OF PROPER APPEARANCE OF DECORUM WOULD SHIELD ME FROM YOUR JUDGMENT OF ME AS DEVIANT OR OFFENSIVE THIRTY OR FORTY YEARS AGO. AND THERE—I CAN’T QUITE FIGURE IT OUT, BUT TV AND POPULAR CULTURE HAVE I THINK EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THAT SHIFT. OF WHAT’S THE FUNDAMENTAL STUFF THAT WE’RE SCARED OF, NOT JUST AS PEOPLE AND AS WRITERS, AND WHAT TECHNIQUES DO WE USE TO SHIELD ONE ANOTHER FROM JUDGMENT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Foster Wallace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-8794898482150118150?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/8794898482150118150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/03/fade-into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8794898482150118150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8794898482150118150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/03/fade-into-you.html' title='fade into you'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-7088812133352759635</id><published>2011-03-01T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T05:26:54.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAMBLES'/><title type='text'>janis singing ball and chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="wish i knew where this was from, if you do, share" src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/3a1a11/ghosts-of-winter-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early, I wish I could sleep. Remnants of a headache linger as flies, unwelcome pests, while bothersome tenants have become quite adept at keeping me conscious. I won't retire just yet because I have to listen to countless covers of countless songs that were already good. I've got to read at sixty percent brain function and hope I'll retain some of it like a used sponge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-7088812133352759635?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/7088812133352759635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/03/janis-singing-ball-and-chain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7088812133352759635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7088812133352759635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/03/janis-singing-ball-and-chain.html' title='janis singing ball and chain'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/3a1a11/th_ghosts-of-winter-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-4746015375212821856</id><published>2011-03-01T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:27:15.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infinite jest'/><title type='text'>infinite jest pt. 1</title><content type='html'>So far, it's been kind of hard settling into the groove of this book. There have been some pretty awesome fucking moments though that keep me going. The detail is staggering. Making sense of every single little oration and lists that go on and on is pretty grueling.  The footnotes are amusing and the character Hal is pretty likable, something tells me that I will be led along a path where I come to empathize and identify more and more with him as the book progresses, leading to me being ultimately unable to communicate with anyone who hasn't read alongside with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of words I've taken note of:&lt;br /&gt;phylacteryish&lt;br /&gt;benighted&lt;br /&gt;"dyed in the wool&lt;br /&gt;imprimatur&lt;br /&gt;adenoidal (rheumy)&lt;br /&gt;dipsomaniac&lt;br /&gt;[dedicated to D.W Griffith &amp; Taka Imura]&lt;br /&gt;immolate&lt;br /&gt;[Godbout Vodriard]&lt;br /&gt;odalisque&lt;br /&gt;[The Machine in the Ghost: Annular Holography for Fun and Prophet]&lt;br /&gt;[Obssessed with Bernini's "The Ecstasy of ????"]&lt;br /&gt;lachrymose ^remember from lemony snicket lol lake lachrymose^&lt;br /&gt;[The man who began to suspect he was made out of glass]&lt;br /&gt;recidivist&lt;br /&gt;"etymologically precocious"&lt;br /&gt;ibid&lt;br /&gt;-sui testator-&lt;br /&gt;festschrift&lt;br /&gt;annulation&lt;br /&gt;"let's down his pedagogical hair"&lt;br /&gt;plosivity x&lt;br /&gt;palestra x(i)&lt;br /&gt;pedentive x&lt;br /&gt;uremic (-hued)&lt;br /&gt;pedalferrous - fallow - denuded - fulvous (p.134)&lt;br /&gt;teratogenic&lt;br /&gt;halation&lt;br /&gt;torpid&lt;br /&gt;Narcissus : Echo :: Kierkegaard : Regina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;page 154 out of 1427&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-4746015375212821856?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/4746015375212821856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/03/infinite-jest-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/2a23a10/med.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/Dlk6T.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-9174042412818277416?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/9174042412818277416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/02/shimmer-shimmer-cocoa-puff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/9174042412818277416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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design'/><title type='text'>Int. cold, muted, modern.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/2a23a10/overbed_sharkey_rect540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/2a23a10/overbed_greencurtainsdeb_rect540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/2a23a10/oldhickorytannery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/2a23a10/interior-design-52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/2a23a10/dzn_Nobis-Hotel-by-Claesson-Koivisto-Rune-Architects-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/2a23a10/bhg-tiny-kitchen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/2a23a10/5187364418_70277a8a76_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-3698814373031559376?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/3698814373031559376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/02/int-cold-muted-modern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3698814373031559376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3698814373031559376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/02/int-cold-muted-modern.html' title='Int. cold, muted, modern.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/2a23a10/th_overbed_sharkey_rect540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-2835187364691850458</id><published>2011-02-08T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:50:15.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patriot Act</title><content type='html'>Just realized today how much less I believe in government social assistance. I don't even think very much of fafsa and government grants. &amp;nbsp;A lot of good they did me. Haven't really given as much thought to it as I should have. Don't really care though. I am so fucking BORED. Bored of being on the computer, bored of doing nothing, bored bored bored. BORED. Not really anything to do. I guess I should just join a gym and start going. Being this bored is fucking annoying. I miss my mom. And my brothers. And Jesus. I wonder what they're doing right now. Fuck my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-2835187364691850458?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/2835187364691850458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/02/patriot-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2835187364691850458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2835187364691850458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/02/patriot-act.html' title='The Patriot Act'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-1249487470218951129</id><published>2011-02-01T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T02:03:32.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zuni, new mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/tumblr_kqr0ysuLqf1qze4dho1_400.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/tumblr_kqr0ysuLqf1qze4dho1_400.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things like distance and time, in this world, have only come to pass because of the illusions of people lacking imagination.  Relatively they measured time in revolutions of the sun, in ticking on mechanical devises, but it is so much more than that.  It is the dragging out of minutes, the anticipation that leads to long, breathless centuries of thought.  Of waiting hours for a word of reprimand after wrongdoing, to the passion-filled afternoon that seemed to glide by on rails like seconds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who live longer are those who have not the heart to let go.  My great-grandfather died at 108 years old, when my brother was 8, in the same house as his two daughters in the twilight of their lives.  One divorced, with my father and aunt already grown enough to have families of their own, and one abandoned with a faded picture of her husband's new family on her wall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is the setting of almost all my early memories, cloistered in a wide open clearing; trees on one side, fields on the other.  Sometimes, white sheep would graze in those fields while my brother and I threw rocks that bounced off their wool.  We howled like wolves with laughter.  Perhaps the oldest and one of the last memories I have of my proud great-grandfather, is one in which he was a fixture in the room to us.  His breathing always loud and rhythmic had become the background to our giggles and child talks.  We drew on the walls with crayons while our grandmother herded the sheep outside.  He would yell reprimands at us from his bed, which we would ignore because we knew he could never enforce them and he'd look at us with angry, indolent eyes.  Minutes would pass, I'd glance at him and catch him with a look of mischief in his eyes that I recognized in my brother's and even my own father's.  He was proud.  Of what I would not understand until years later, but I could never forget that look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-1249487470218951129?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/1249487470218951129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-things-like-distance-and-time-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1249487470218951129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1249487470218951129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-things-like-distance-and-time-in.html' title='zuni, new mexico'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-8548923686687598307</id><published>2010-12-16T12:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:34:45.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll even buy blondie here a drink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/abbey-sidewalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-8548923686687598307?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/8548923686687598307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-even-buy-blondie-here-drink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8548923686687598307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8548923686687598307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-even-buy-blondie-here-drink.html' title='i&apos;ll even buy blondie here a drink.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-9050917757265076682</id><published>2010-12-15T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:25:42.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2x11 Evolution -_- MMmm I want a tart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/aaf64a13196e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous jacket, I love her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE the jacket. Too bad it's probably like $1K over my budget. Which, right now, is zero. *Sigh* Here comes the If I Had Money, List: 1)Saturnalia presents *double sigh* 2) &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=51452&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=620876&amp;amp;scid=620876002"&gt;This jacket&lt;/a&gt; 3) &lt;a href="http://shop.ebay.com/?_from=R40&amp;amp;_trksid=p5197.m570.l1313&amp;amp;_nkw=urban+decay+naked+palette&amp;amp;_sacat=See-All-Categories"&gt;Naked Palette&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/Capture.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Levi's + Pendleton's limited edition ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM BIG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Been watching Sex &amp;amp; the City, being so glad my boyfriend is not Mr. Big. The other day he asked me if he could display his little red Lamborghini and I said something that meant no. I should have said yes because this is his room too and I dunno why I had a problem with it in the first place. I think most of all I just need to lighten up in all areas of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-9050917757265076682?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/9050917757265076682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/12/2x11-evolution-mmmm-i-want-tart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/9050917757265076682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/9050917757265076682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/12/2x11-evolution-mmmm-i-want-tart.html' title='2x11 Evolution -_- MMmm I want a tart.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-7612727599387634098</id><published>2010-12-14T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:29:16.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/477845571.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/lonny1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/S7300023.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/MG_2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/1copy-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/Chao_Settee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/5022-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/4822444339_547eedf0af.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/enhanced-buzz-32699-1290028408-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/133051304_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love bubblegum pink hair and a house with those insides. I dunno how the pink would agree with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-7612727599387634098?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/7612727599387634098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/12/id-love-bubblegum-pink-hair-and-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7612727599387634098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7612727599387634098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/12/id-love-bubblegum-pink-hair-and-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/th_477845571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-6903786601410440787</id><published>2010-11-23T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:32:10.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEW7ADzD6Qs/TOzBPEVqjdI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AwXSVuUqmzU/s1600/3dd172c39e7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would things be different if you knew just how easy it is to lose me. How I can burst like a bubble blown on a hot day. How I can crumble like a dried leaf under the littlest pressure. I wouldn't want anything to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend has an infinite store of patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-6903786601410440787?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/6903786601410440787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/11/would-things-be-different-if-you-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6903786601410440787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/6903786601410440787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/11/would-things-be-different-if-you-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEW7ADzD6Qs/TOzBPEVqjdI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AwXSVuUqmzU/s72-c/3dd172c39e7b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-1128131710025972892</id><published>2010-11-23T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:44:17.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a nice dinner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/a97e12cd42c9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/62369_CotureDream011_122_395lo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/62356_CotureDream008_122_340lo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/62346_CotureDream006_122_373lo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/62339_CotureDream004_122_591lo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/81a5af8e7ded.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/1_hbr_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then I look down down down the long way down and it's just too far. I become dizzy and have to take a few steps back. The strip of lights dot the horizon like a flattened crescent moon. The party behind me muffles the sound of nature with its laughter and casual conversation. Suddenly the wind feels fresh and the bubbly feels dry and caught in my throat. Then I have to go back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-1128131710025972892?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/1128131710025972892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1128131710025972892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/1128131710025972892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='have a nice dinner.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i377/6thgradehoodrat/patienceiago/th_a97e12cd42c9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414025367952551182.post-8078792619824257023</id><published>2010-11-11T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:44:00.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conan'/><title type='text'>CONAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgur.com/RwPzL.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://imgur.com/RwPzL.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode #1 Baa Baa Blackmail: Absolutely amazing haha. Seth Rogen seemed a little nervous and it was weird to see him all skinny minny. On the flipside, I hate Lea Michele . She just strikes me as trying too hard. Holy fuck the moon moves! Jack White looked like what I would look like if thrown in front of 4 million people... like I'm about to crack under the pressure. His skin looked like paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode #2 Murder She Tweeted: Whenever I hear Tom Hanks, I just close my eyes and picture everything he's saying as Woody. It's way better. Seriously though, who doesn't like Tom Hanks. Jack McBrayer is fucking funny.&amp;nbsp;The whale thing was pretty cool beans, but seeing as how I have a pathological fear of whales it wasn't as fun for me and I hope it doesn't become a regular thing in the future -____-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode #3 Dead Men Don't Wear Spanx: Man, Jon Hamm is pretty charismatic. I liked how you could really tell Conan watches Mad Men by how he was talking to him. Charlyne Yi is such a lovable nut. I really hope one day she's not all dolled up and hollywood-ified but I really doubt that'd happen. Kinda makes me sad that Cera kicked her to the curb, they'd be the indie-hipster-nerd-quirky King &amp;amp; Queen of awkward youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, a more detailed review of Episode #4 The Mummenschantz Conundrum. I wrote those^^ as an afterthought days later so they're pretty barebones. Might edit later. Toodleloo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-8078792619824257023?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/8078792619824257023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/11/conan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8078792619824257023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/8078792619824257023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/11/conan.html' title='CONAN'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-2975706498329955725</id><published>2010-11-07T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:41:03.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAMBLES'/><title type='text'>Dear Marilyn, Thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;Marilyn's stuffing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;Time: 2 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;No garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;A 10-ounce loaf sourdough bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1/2 pound chicken or turkey livers or hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1/2 pound ground round or other beef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1 tablespoon cooking oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;4 stalks celery, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1 large onion, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;2 cups chopped curly parsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;2 eggs, hard boiled, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1 1/2 cups raisins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1 cup grated Parmesan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1 1/4 cups chopped walnuts, pine nuts or roasted chestnuts, or a combination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;2 teaspoons dried crushed rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;2 teaspoons dried crushed oregano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;2 teaspoons dried crushed thyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;3 bay leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1 tablespoon salt-free, garlic-free poultry seasoning (or 1 teaspoon dried sage, 1 teaspoon marjoram, 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger and 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1 tablespoon kosher salt, plus more to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1 tablespoon pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;1. Split the bread loaf in half and soak it in a large bowl of cold water for 15 minutes. Wring out excess water over a colander and shred into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;2. Boil the livers or hearts for 8 minutes in salted water, then chop until no piece is larger than a coffee bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;3. In a skillet over medium-high heat, brown the ground beef in the oil, stirring occasionally and breaking up the meat, so no piece is larger than a pistachio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;4. In your largest mixing bowl, combine the sourdough, livers, ground beef, celery, onion, parsley, eggs, raisins, Parmesan and nuts, tossing gently with your hands to combine. Whisk the rosemary, oregano, thyme, bay leaves, poultry seasoning, salt and pepper together in a bowl, scatter over the stuffing and toss again with your hands. Taste and adjust for salt. Refrigerate, covered, until ready to use as a stuffing or to bake separately as dressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;Yield: 20 cups, enough for one large turkey, 2 to 3 geese or 8 chickens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-2975706498329955725?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/2975706498329955725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/11/ohhh-nothing-just-pretending-i-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2975706498329955725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2975706498329955725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/11/ohhh-nothing-just-pretending-i-know.html' title='Dear Marilyn, Thanks.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-7269431695604492125</id><published>2010-09-13T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:35:02.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="120" width="100%"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/152715/player_v2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="bg_color=_000000"&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars="bg_color=_000000" src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/152715/player_v2" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%" height="120" allowscriptaccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac144/importe/Sebuscanvoguespain1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac144/importe/3175-833c6-21789892-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac144/importe/14841_scan0060_122_530lo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac144/importe/hst_llpeg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac144/importe/resinlb16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac144/importe/Sebuscanvoguespain4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;SHINYYYYYyyYYyyyy&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-7269431695604492125?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/7269431695604492125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/09/shinyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7269431695604492125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/7269431695604492125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/09/shinyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-399112995580028340</id><published>2010-08-24T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T02:02:23.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAMBLES'/><title type='text'>newest acquisition? library card.</title><content type='html'>"do you know what existential means, because someone said my writing was existential. so i thought i would coordinate, you know, with wardrobe." "yeah, that's what camus would have done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place has gone from pleasant to icebox and i lost an hour and it seemed like a minute. the vogue i was reading earlier was replaced with a newer one. i'd give all my worldly possessions away at this moment for a pair of woolen socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-399112995580028340?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/399112995580028340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/08/newest-acquisition-library-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/399112995580028340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/399112995580028340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/08/newest-acquisition-library-card.html' title='newest acquisition? library card.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-2356870325044188969</id><published>2010-08-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T02:02:39.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAMBLES'/><title type='text'>today's gonna be just okay, i've decided.</title><content type='html'>berry stained lipstick; jezabel lancome.&lt;br /&gt;there's an old woman with skinny knobbly knees staring straight ahead like she doesn't know what year it is.  she's gone now, walking down an aisle in her oversized white button up tshirt and black pants. there was a scary looking ginger here earlier, he had a tattoo but i could only see the arial-like bold letters: N and S. i think it said "brains" because he just seems like someone who'd get something like that. his dirty wrinkled t-shirt was advertising some kind of alcoholic beverage on it. i'm thirsty. i wanted coffee but there was nowhere to stop on my way over here except valero but i hate valero coffee. spent 30 minutes reading vogue with marion cotillard on the cover. imagining myself in her life was the best thing about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-2356870325044188969?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/2356870325044188969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2356870325044188969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/2356870325044188969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='today&apos;s gonna be just okay, i&apos;ve decided.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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-414025367952551182.post-3524407944395853457</id><published>2010-08-04T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T02:02:51.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAMBLES'/><title type='text'>50 woes for 50 shmoes.</title><content type='html'>we are who we pretend to be, k. vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been a ghost these 21 years, maybe been trying to live backwards. being dead, waking up, living and being reborn. every year learning that i know less than i thought i did. i don't know if this is the right decision or even the smart decision, but it's my decision and it wasn't taken lightly. i'll live close to my heart and that's that. i haven't written anything longer than this paragraph in months. blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414025367952551182-3524407944395853457?l=patienceiago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/feeds/3524407944395853457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/08/50-woes-for-50-shmoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3524407944395853457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414025367952551182/posts/default/3524407944395853457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patienceiago.blogspot.com/2010/08/50-woes-for-50-shmoes.html' title='50 woes for 50 shmoes.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189533137111059742</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>
