<?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-15839813</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:45:45.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia Ainsworth Notes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-113157216698819184</id><published>2005-11-09T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:36:07.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were Always on My Mind</title><content type='html'>..::maybe i didn't treat u quite as good as i should've, maybe i didn't love u quite as often as i could've, little things i should have done, i just never took the time::.. ..::you were always on my mind, you were always on my mind::.. ..::maybe i didn't hold u all those lonely, lonely nights, and i guess i never told u i'm so happy that ur mine, if i made u feel second best, i'm so sorry, i was blind::.. ..::you were always on my mind, you were always on my mind::.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113157216698819184?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113157216698819184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113157216698819184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113157216698819184'/><link rel='self' 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am so if any of my friends read this and they are going to go to a different school next year i just want you all to know i love you more than you really think...i love all my friends going to the same school to but ya know what i mean ~~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113155404388845387?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113155404388845387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113155404388845387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113155404388845387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113155404388845387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113148588563292463</id><published>2005-11-08T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:38:05.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>This is my very first attempt at creating a BLOG. I don't know who will be interested in reading this, but here goes anyway. Today was a beautiful day with temps in the high 80's but they was a constant breeze which made it very comfortable. I am feeling blessed because my health is constantly improving after a few months of no energy and just not feeling well. I have been pondering my 4th step so I have been doing alot of self-evauluation lately which is never easy. I asked The Lord to reveal to me areas of my life that are detremental to my recovery, my marriage, and my walk with Him. I will be writing these down as soon as I can face them and list them.  La 3:40 Let us examine our ways and test them,  and let us return to the LORD.   I have to get up early to go to a family reunion on my Father-In-Law's side which I am looking forward to meeting them all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113148588563292463?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113148588563292463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113148588563292463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113148588563292463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113148588563292463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113146853444907540</id><published>2005-11-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:48:54.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forumleed</title><content type='html'>Sinds een half jaar reageer en post ik dagelijks op het NCRV forum stand.nl . Er spelen zich vermakelijke maar ook felle discussies af waar ik mij graag in meng. Als je een tijdje op zo'n forum meedraaid en goed oplet zie je een hoop irritatiesmaar ookverborgen vriendschappen. Je raakt ook op de hoogte van geschorste forummers en de nieuwe nick die ze hebben aangenomen hoewel dat een precaire aangelegenheid is in de nabijheid vanalmachtige moderators. Die laten regelmatig merkenmenselijk te zijn door personen die de dezelfde politieke smaak hebben als de moderators te bevoordelen. Nou ja, dat hoort er bij en maakt dat je voorzichtig en omzichtig te werk moet gaan als je afwijkende meningen verkondigd.  Voor sommige forummers heb je meteen symphatie terwijl je anderen meteen kan schieten, dat hoort er bij dat maakt dat je een reden hebt om je argument met vuur te verdedigen. Het is alleen bloed en bloed vervelend als er mensen zijn die denken dat de maatschappelijke positie die ze in het dagelijkse leven bekleden ook op een forum importantie heeft. Het zijn meestal de mensen die louter vallen over stijl en de cynische wijze waarop ik ze benader. Verder dan dat en basale wijsheden komen ze niet ze hebben geen humor en ontberen elke creativiteit. Gelukkig zijn er veel typetjes die het telkens weer leuk maken om een draadje te openen.  Ik mis mijn vriendin Tsedek die van de aarde verdwenen lijkt te zijn. Maar zo schijnt dat op fora normaal te zijn, ze gaan en ze komen en dat is ook normaal want het kost best veel tijd. Gek, je kent iemand helemaal niet en toch wel een beetje. Gek dat je op 1 of andere manier toch hecht aan al die typetjes, zelfs aan die etters die je het bloed onder je nagels vandaan halen.  Het is soms net een famileverjaardag met lui die je liever niet zou zien maar voor de beleefdheid wel gedag moet zeggen en een weerzien met je liefste neefjes en nichtjes. Weer zo'n mooie ontwikkeling die door het internet mogelijk is geworden en dat is wel het mooie van deze tijd. Er wordt steeds meer mogelijk met de computer en het einde is volgens mij nog lang niet in zicht.   Ik ben met mijn dochtertje naar sail geweest en het kind begreep er eigenlijk niets van, tja wat weet een meisje van 6 van de VOC en de hollandse zee geschiedenis...ik heb geprobeerd het een beetje uit te leggen maar toen ze naar een rubberbootje wees en zei dat ze dat eigenlijk de mooiste vond wist ik dat ik jammerlijk gefaald heb. Het varen vond ze leuk maar waarom het nou zo druk moest zijn ontging haar volgens mij. Na de rondvaarttrip wilde ze linea recta naar huis omdat er pakjes dubbelfris in de ijskast lagen die mama nooit koopt. Ze wilde zelfs niet naar' de Mek' zoals ze macdonalds altijd afkort. Pap hoe wisten ze vroeger waar ze waren als ze op zee zaten? vroeg ze toen ik alweer zat te forummen. Dat konden ze berekenen met een sextant antwoorde ik terwijl ik een uitleg probeerde te formuleren die het kind zou begrijpen. Ik was nog niet uitgesproken voordat ze zei maar nu gaat alles met computers he pap? Ja schat gaf ik toe hoewel ik nog een hele uiteenzetting over navigatie in petto had. Mooi zei ze resoluut dan hoef ik dat van die sextant niet te weten. Mama vind mij toch te klein voor sex. Drink je dubbelfris ook maar op wijsneus dacht ik met mijn mond vol tanden...    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113146853444907540?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113146853444907540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113146853444907540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113146853444907540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113146853444907540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/forumleed.html' title='Forumleed'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113139914542642617</id><published>2005-11-07T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:32:25.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saaaalucitaaa</title><content type='html'>mandenme saluditos por que me rajaron una bubi y toy en recuperacion... si ya se muchas gracias a los que se ofrecen a darme terapia de rehabilitacion pero noooo muchas gracias no necesito masajitos ni sobaditas ni nada por el estilo de todas formas se les agradece la atencion ok muchos besos a todos.... byeeee knela SALUCITA tu que puedes compaye por que toy recien tajada asi que nou pouder cheve in mi  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113139914542642617?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113139914542642617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113139914542642617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113139914542642617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113139914542642617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/saaaalucitaaa.html' title='Saaaalucitaaa'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113138105141733869</id><published>2005-11-07T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:30:51.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday and last weekend lol</title><content type='html'>hey, so. friday i had to go to work with my dad...i made $40...well actually more like 50 cuz i worked a few hours a different day...so yeah and then i went to the fair for a little while. haha zo i saw u parking cars..but ya no by the time we parked and everything u were gone...u gotta stop avoiding me! lol jkjk. i wanted to go on freak out, but i kinda ran out of tickets!after that i went up north. saturday was really boring nothing happened up there except that my cousin kristina came over but she only stayed for a few minutes. then sunday kristina and logan and ethan came over again...lol ethan is such a cutie!! he's only 2 and i'm like on of his favorite ppl lol i call him my half boyfriend...cuz he's so little he's like half a person...lol. so yeah and my cousin billy and his gf sarah came over and billy proposed to her and stuff so now they're engaged. and then monday wedrove to wisconsin dells and my dad and brothers went to noah's ark and me and my mom and my grandma went shopping!! lol i could not find anything that i wanted until i got to this one awesome store...and i kinda bought a whole outfit! it's Bebe...its pretty sweet lol. but it kinda cost $80..its this white skirt and black top and a white jacket..i love it lol. ifu were at the game u saw it. that was pretty funny tho lol kelsey! we were the special ones that were invited in! lol. thats so funny that all the guys (at least most of them)are on our side...its great lol. but now we have this messed up conflict with zo..it sucks! this is getting pretty long so yeah i better go! lyl! -Alyssa &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113138105141733869?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113138105141733869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113138105141733869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113138105141733869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113138105141733869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-and-last-weekend-lol.html' title='yesterday and last weekend lol'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113122690568537500</id><published>2005-11-05T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:41:45.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall call him Squishy and he shall be called Squishy and he will be my
 Squishy!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!!!!!!  It's Audrey again, and only on emore day till I go to the coast!!!!! Yays!!!! OH, and the &amp;quot;modeling&amp;quot; thing didn't work out, we're going to do it next week. But oh well, maybe it's for the best since I shoud finally have a decent tan by then, lol. YOu see, I got a really good one last year, but then we went in June so by the time started school again, it was gone. So this year it should last!!! yay!!!! Bu tI'll definately be back by next saturday, and I'll probably be on tomorrow. In case I'm not though, I'LL SEE YOU GUYS SOON!!!!!!   Love and Peace out!!!-- Audrey   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113122690568537500?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113122690568537500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113122690568537500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113122690568537500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113122690568537500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-shall-call-him-squishy-and-he-shall.html' title='I shall call him Squishy and he shall be called Squishy and he will be my&#xA; Squishy!!!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113113995778567876</id><published>2005-11-04T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:32:37.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*tra la*</title><content type='html'>Im off to CYE today! Shame stoner boy couldnt come, would have been so much fun...in a completely innocent way, hehe *sighs* well it looks like im goin to miss the person i wanted to talk to before i go, which is annoying. But theres still time! tho not much...*cries/sighs* 3 weeks :-( I cant really be bothered to write much here, partly as i need to pack and stuff like that, but also cause....well just stuff. bugger. a whole month with no pity to guide me  Anyways, have fun over the next week, i shall be back sometime saturday i think before i go again on sunday  Pete &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113113995778567876?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113113995778567876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113113995778567876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113113995778567876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113113995778567876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/tra-la.html' title='*tra la*'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113112270345927657</id><published>2005-11-04T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:45:03.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teenydance</title><content type='html'>last night was the teenydance at the dixon county fair, and it was my last chance to go to one! by time saturday is here they won't let me into teenydances. (eww...i just applied a skin i don't like...) anyway the teenydance was in this freakin shed barn thing and it was so hot. smelly high school boys jumped around like morons while naughty high school girls would run through the crowd holding each others' hands so they don't get seperated. and then in the corner were the slutty little 6th grade girls. one of them pinched zack's butt. wtf is up with slutty little girls? they're like 10! there were some fun moments at the teenydance though.   if i go to the derby tonight with tyson, i would like to pay this time i think. i felt really naughty jumping the fence. and when we did it somebody in this KEWL group of high skewlers yelled, &amp;quot;YOU SNUCK IN!&amp;quot; and then another one yelled, &amp;quot;COLERIDGE SUX0R!!&amp;quot; And I ROFLed. Ok no I didn't ROFL. But we went and found people we knew. It something stupid to feel bad about, but I guess I really am too nice of a person with values and stuff. But then again maybe that's good.  what is up with high schools in the area hating on coleridge? well, it's mostly laurel. last night everybody wanted to beat up on joe and tyson. that is so high skewl. the entire night it felt like we were being stared down. ugh. at least in college skewl people aren't so quick to judge.   josh: i personally don't have a problem with you. but i think this whole laurel thing is going to bea bad idea i think when school starts. if you're reading this, at least try to be nice during school.  World War 2 ONLINE:   *Hitler[AoE] has joined the game.**Eisenhower has joined the game.**paTTon has joined the game.**Churchill has joined the game.**benny-tow has joined the game.**T0J0 has joined the game.**Roosevelt has joined the game.**Stalin has joined the game.**deGaulle has joined the game.*Roosevelt: hey supT0J0: y0Stalin: hiChurchill: hiHitler[AoE]: cool, i start with panzer tanks!paTTon: lol more like panzy tanksT0JO: lolRoosevelt: o this fockin sucks i got a depression!benny-tow: haha america suxStalin: hey hitler you dont fight me i dont fight u, cool?Hitler[AoE]; sure whateverStalin: cooldeGaulle: **** Hitler rushed some1 helpHitler[AoE]: lol byebye frenchyRoosevelt: i dont got crap to help, sryChurchill: wtf the luftwaffle is attacking meRoosevelt: get antiair gunsChurchill: i cant afford thembenny-tow: u n00bs know what team talk is?paTTon: stfuRoosevelt: o yah hit the navajo button guysdeGaulle: eisenhower ur worthless come help me quickEisenhower: i cant do **** til rosevelt gives me an armypaTTon: yah hurry the fock upChurchill: d00d im gettin poundeddeGaulle: this is fockin weak u guys suck*deGaulle has left the game.*Roosevelt: im gonna attack the axis k?benny-tow: with what? ur wheelchair?benny-tow: lol did u mess up ur legs AND ur head?Hitler[AoE]: ROFLMAOT0J0: lol o no america im comin 4 uRoosevelt: wtf! thats bull**** u ***s im gunna kick ur assesT0JO: not without ur harbors u wont! lolRoosevelt: u little biotch ill get uHitler[AoE]: wtfHitler[AoE]: america hax, u had depression and now u got a huge fockin armyHitler[AoE]: thats bull**** u hackerChurchill: lol no more france for u hitlerHitler[AoE]: tojo help me!T0J0: wtf u want me to do, im on the other side of the world retardHitler[AoE]: fine ill clear you a pathStalin: u arsshoel! WE HAD A FoCKIN TRUCEHitler[AoE]: i changed my mind lolbenny-tow: hahabenny-tow: hey ur losing ur guys in africa im gonna need help in italy soon sum1T0J0: o **** i cant help u i got my hands fullHitler[AoE]: im 2 busy 2 helpRoosevelt: yah thats right biznitch im comin for yaStalin: church help meChurchill: like u helped me before? sure ill just sit hereStalin: dont be an arssChurchill: dont be a commie. oops too lateEisenhower: LOLbenny-tow: hahahh oh **** helpHitler: o man ur fockedpaTTon: oh what now biotchRoosevelt: whos the cripple now lol*benny-tow has been eliminated.*benny-tow: lameRoosevelt: gj pattonpaTTon: thnxHitler[AoE]: eisenhower hax hes killing all my ****Hitler[AoE]: quit u hacker so u dont ruin my recordEisenhower: Nuts!benny~tow: wtf that mean?Eisenhower: meant to say nutsack lol finger slippedpaTTon: coming to get u hitler u paper hanging hun ****sockerStalin: roflT0J0: HAHAHHAAHitler[AoE]: u guys are fockin gayHitler[AoE]: ur never getting in my city*Hitler[AoE] has been eliminated.*benny~tow: OMG u noob you killed yourselfEisenhower: ROFLOLOLOLStalin: OMG LMAO!Hitler[AoE]: i didnt click there omg this game blows*Hitler[AoE] has left the game*paTTon: hahahhahT0J0: my teammates are n00bsbenny~tow: shut up noobRoosevelt: haha wut a moronpaTTon: wtf am i gunna do now?Eisenhower: yah me tooT0J0: why dont u attack me o thats right u dont got no ships lolololEisenhower: fock upaTTon: lemme go thru ur base commieStalin: go to hell lolpaTTon: fock this **** im goin afkEisenhower: yah this is gay*Roosevelt has left the game.*Hitler[AoE]: wtf?Eisenhower: **** now we need some1 to join*tru_m4n has joined the game.*tru_m4n: hi allT0J0: heyStalin: supChurchill: hitru_m4n: OMG OMG OMG i got all his stuff!tru_m4n: NUKES! HOLY **** I GOT NUKESStalin: d00d gimmie some plztru_m4n: no way i only got like a coupleStalin: omg dont be gay gimmie nuculer secretsT0J0: wtf is nukes?T0J0: holy ****holy****hoylshti!!!111*T0J0 has been eliminated.**The Allied team has won the game!*Eisenhower: awesome!Churchill: gg noobs no reT0J0: thats bull**** u fockin suck*T0J0 has left the game.**Eisenhower has left the game.*Stalin: next game im not going to be on ur team, u guys didnt help me for ****Churchill: wutever, we didnt need ur help neway dumbarsstru_m4n: l8r allbenny~tow: byeChurchill: l8rStalin: fock u alltru_m4n: shut up commie lol*tru_m4n has left the game.*benny~tow: lololol u commieChurchill: ROFLChurchill: bye commie*Churchill has left the game.**benny~tow has left the game.*Stalin: i hate u all ***s*Stalin has left the game.*paTTon: lol no1 is leftpaTTon: weeeee i got a jeep*paTTon has been eliminated.*paTTon: o ****!*paTTon has left the game.* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113112270345927657?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113112270345927657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113112270345927657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113112270345927657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113112270345927657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/teenydance.html' title='teenydance'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113103623203865105</id><published>2005-11-03T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:43:52.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in Japan</title><content type='html'> Hey mom, thought Id give u a preview of the Japan youre gonna see next year (if the Sakura bloom when theyre supposed to that is). So I made an album of Spring in Yamagata or something like that. Enjoy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113103623203865105?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113103623203865105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113103623203865105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113103623203865105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113103623203865105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/spring-in-japan.html' title='Spring in Japan'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113096771051156018</id><published>2005-11-02T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:41:50.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>Well suppose I had better give you some background. Yeah right.... Been to Brisbane and seen some of Jacs relatives..that was cool. Cool is what the weather is like here. Acually it is close to snowing?!! We went to Sea World and got the Kids some soft toys. Matthew has his Shark which has eaten everything in the house at least a dozen times...Hayley has a really soft Polar Bear. Got a bit of Duty Free stuff for the Boys Weekend coming up..Yum Yum. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113096771051156018?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113096771051156018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113096771051156018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113096771051156018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113096771051156018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113094996419896504</id><published>2005-11-02T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:46:04.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Tiredness</title><content type='html'>It was all great until it wasn't. It's getting challenging living here, in all senses. Need a break.    Allright, it really isn't that bad, in fact it is pretty great. All we need is figuring out a way to get miss mother a little bit happier... no small challenge.   Suggestions on how to make your mother happy anyone???  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113094996419896504?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113094996419896504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113094996419896504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113094996419896504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113094996419896504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/mind-tiredness.html' title='Mind Tiredness'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113086348413861712</id><published>2005-11-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:44:44.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TrendMicro HouseCall service Scaremongering!</title><content type='html'>I have recommend TrendMicro in the past but the new online &amp;quot;Security Scan&amp;quot; for spyware that HouseCall does left me questioning their integrity. I ran the security scan on a test system that I know is clean, after a short scan (less than 1 min) I was informed of &amp;quot;36 spyware programs detected&amp;quot;! Looking at the report every &amp;quot;program&amp;quot; was in fact a cookie! They where marked as &amp;quot;Low risk&amp;quot; with a default setting of &amp;quot;Pass&amp;quot; so it does not remove them unless the action is changed but at the end of the wizard I was left with a Page entitled &amp;quot;Danger! Potential threats detected!&amp;quot; in large red letters (see the picture below). I know the debate on whether &amp;quot;cookies&amp;quot; are spyware but that is not the point here. They are reporting cookies as &amp;quot;spyware programs&amp;quot; which they are not! To me this is scaremongering and I think TrendMicro have over stepped the mark. This type of behavior borders on &amp;quot;Rogue Anti-Spyware&amp;quot; IMO   BB &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113086348413861712?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113086348413861712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113086348413861712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113086348413861712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113086348413861712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/trendmicro-housecall-service.html' title='TrendMicro HouseCall service Scaremongering!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113079511686631385</id><published>2005-10-31T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:45:16.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time of year again. Visiting family in Kansas . It's nice to go home (to Kansas)I love my trips out here every year, and get so sad when i have to leave.Any way keep checking back over the nest couple of weeks for more pictures. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113079511686631385?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113079511686631385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113079511686631385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113079511686631385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113079511686631385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/kansas.html' title='Kansas'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113077624065996337</id><published>2005-10-31T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:30:40.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenas</title><content type='html'>Y...bue....realmente ya no se q hacer...este es otros de mis tantos pasatiempos...en fin saludos a todos los q leen y ven esta bonita pagina ja-ja-ja...esto...es to to to to todooooooooo amigossssssss adieuss bye byeeeeeeeeee hasta pronto !!!!!!!!!  Dario &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113077624065996337?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113077624065996337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113077624065996337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113077624065996337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113077624065996337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/buenas.html' title='Buenas'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113070791040541467</id><published>2005-10-30T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:31:50.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished 2 papers</title><content type='html'>I have finished 2 papers... today is the second paper!   Dont ask me how was it! I also dont know! hopefully all asnwers which i providedare correct! I really not dare to think about it!!!   I will start to prepare for 3rd papertomorrow whichheld on 19/8/2005!! Tonight im going to sleep early! such a long time didnt sleep early!@ oh yeah, I slept very early butwas early in the morning--4am or 6am~~ makes me feel spinning now... maybe i already feel a bit relax!!!   Hopefully can pass all!!! PLEASE!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113070791040541467?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113070791040541467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113070791040541467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113070791040541467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113070791040541467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/finished-2-papers.html' title='Finished 2 papers'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113062236157119259</id><published>2005-10-29T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:46:01.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da na na da na!!!</title><content type='html'>yeah so that dance was pretty sweet if you didnt go, you missed out on a ton. im so surprised at how many upper classman showed up! YEY i mowed some more today and it sucked as always, i ran over my sun glasses...my favorite sunglasses. weh hehehe! i also have to go to work. MAN. isnt it crazy that im actually excited to go to school. i love it! mostly because i get to see all my friends now. anyway i love all ya'll. have a good weekend talk to ya SOON!!!! carissa &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113062236157119259?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113062236157119259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113062236157119259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113062236157119259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113062236157119259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/da-na-na-da-na.html' title='da na na da na!!!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113060402013922367</id><published>2005-10-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:40:23.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Partner from London Office</title><content type='html'>William Buckleyemail1357  email   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As some of you know, Friday is my last day in the office. In order to celebrate this happy occasion (you can't hide those smiles that well), I'm proposing that we all take a short walk down to Haagen Dazs on the river promenade at 5pm on Friday so that we can all share an ice cream (well, maybe more than one). Very much hope that as many of you as possible will be able to make it and sorry that so many of the team will be in Beijing.  Hope you can keep the time slot free. Thanks William Buckley --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is just to say thankyou to you all for looking after me over the last 6 months. Shanghai, Hong Kong, Beijing and even Tianjin have been great places to work, you are doing some great deals here and, perhaps most importantly, you have a great team. There are not very many places toy can say that about and thanks for letting me be part of it for a short time. I am sad to be going but have learnt many lessons and hope I can benefit from some of them when back in London. These include: Never buy Zili an expensive bottle of wine: he won't know the difference. At least one person in the Beijing office makes quite exceptional paper aeroplanes. Australians can't play cricket. Come to think of it, what are they good at? If you're called Betty or Christine, you are probably a very important person. If you think Betty Yin needs to take some exercise, wait until Zili is on his office phone and then call his mobile...rumours that she is in training for the 2008 Olympics should not be discounted. Connie works very late. Never get in a taxi with May by yourself: you just don't know where you might end up (or who with) Beijing's conference room is always full. In fact there are stories to the effect that it does not actually exist but people just say it is fully booked to make the rest of the practice think Beijing is very busy. If you can't find Bryan, try the Paulaner bar by the river. Nick Rees can't draft. Don't mess with the Shanghai Social Committee. It can ruin your career. Never rely on Fang Jian to arrange supper for you...it will either be midnight before you go or he will go without you. Richard is no better On the other hand, if you need feeding up, there is no better place to go than the 9th floor of the Hong Kong office: you will be delivered food or bubble tea every 2 hours. There are also some nice people there who can help you shop. Min Jie is not Bryan's trainee. Eric is not so young and lonely. Tianpeng on the other hand has been photographed in the company of at least 8 women...is there something we should know? My handwriting is as bad in English as it is in Chinese. Zili owns all the hotels in Hong Kong and Beijing. There is no other explanation for the fact that the teams in Hong Kong and Shanghai fly to Beijing to do their deals and some of the team in Beijing do listings in Hong Kong... The Maglev is very fast The Bund Tourist Tunnel is very expensive.  I think I will see some of you at the corporate foundation course in September and very much hope to find an opportunity myself to return here in the near future. Otherwise, if any of you are ever in London, please let me know so that I can arrange appropriate entertainment... And please be kind to Paul...he's surprisingly nice. I wish you all well. Thanks William --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113060402013922367?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113060402013922367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113060402013922367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113060402013922367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113060402013922367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/partner-from-london-office.html' title='The Partner from London Office'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113053494482385138</id><published>2005-10-28T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:29:04.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleanor Rigby by Douglas Coupland</title><content type='html'>What does this book reveal? H.O.P.E.   It's a quick,easy&amp;amp; interesting read.  I practically cant let my hand down, and completed my reading in a day.   I like the character, Jeremy. Despite he is suffering from a terminal illnessmultiple schlerosis, he ischipper and upbeat, unwilling to let his impending death get him down.   Both Liz and Jeremystart to get to know each other, with the bittersweet knowledge that whatever mother-son bond they form is temporary. But Jeremy's mere presence is enough to change Liz forever.   &amp;quot;Death without the possibility of changing the world was the same as a life that never was,&amp;quot; challenging the bleak life that Liz is living, and defining the too-short life her son had.   The humor and dry witticisms keeps the book from becoming stale. It is intimatecos it focuses mainly on two people. It also hides a surprisingly sweet center.   Im definitely going to get this and adds it in my collection! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113053494482385138?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113053494482385138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113053494482385138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113053494482385138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113053494482385138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/eleanor-rigby-by-douglas-coupland.html' title='Eleanor Rigby by Douglas Coupland'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113051781846286153</id><published>2005-10-28T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:43:38.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ppl</title><content type='html'>*Mean ppl* Well... There are many ppl ThatI have met and are my friend's who are two faced bullie's. These ppl are feared by many kid's and often this fear is caused by name calling such as: Loser, Bitch, Slut, Ho, Whore, Cunt, Shmo, and many other hurtfull word's. These ppl grow-up to be Loser's, Slut's, andWhore's themself's and they do not go very far at all in life. Hurt people, hurt other people's to make themself's think they are better and to feel as if they have much power and greatness for what they have done to make someone's life misserable, but that feeling does not last long, they normally become low life loser's who have fallen so far down to the ground that they cannot change who they are. So for those mean ppl who just tare other ppl down you are showing the world of how much of a loser you really are and how week you are and how hurt you are inside. There is anouther way to make urself feel better then by hurting other ppl too, try talking to a close friend about it and let it all out, it's ok if you cry, and if that person think's it's stupid , dont listen to them, there not ur friend if they choose to not help a friend who is in need. REMEBER!!!!! You dont want to be a bullie. It's not fun for someone else or yourself. P.S. watch Dr. Phil, he's awsome!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113051781846286153?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113051781846286153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113051781846286153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113051781846286153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113051781846286153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/ppl.html' title='ppl'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113044963499435994</id><published>2005-10-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:47:15.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair (Again)</title><content type='html'>OMG Fair was sooo crazy! Chloe totally sucked at the dog show but I got $3 from ribbons (yesss!) Friday was a blast. Friday we went to Tony's house and he totally soaked Lacie with the hose. Then we were all sitting on his bed and Meagan decided his deodarnt smelled like candy. At night I went down and rode rides with Lacie, Amanda, Rebecca kinda, Meagan, Tony, and Bryce. Me and Rebecca went on the ferris wheel with Kyle and Monte and the guy told us to put on our seatbelts and I thought ours was defective cuz it didn't have any. I felt STUPID! Saturday morning me and Lacie and Meagan were in the parade so that was kinda cool. At night we went to the Lonestar concert and it sucked cuz it was raining and cold. Sunday me and my dad went to the Demo Derby which also kinda sucked but after that I went and walked around with Lacie and Amanda and ate Dippin Dots. This week went waaay too fast. Tonight we had a going away party deal for Kelly and Thursday we're moving her up to CSU. My aunt and uncle said they might take Chubbs, Travis' dog if he can't have him anymore.Friday's registration which I'm excited for cuz I finally get to see everyone again and my party! It's gonna be sweet! Anyhow, got to go.   ~Much Luv~  *Sarah*Elizabeth*Keil* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113044963499435994?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113044963499435994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113044963499435994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113044963499435994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113044963499435994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/fair-again.html' title='Fair (Again)'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113043139663932044</id><published>2005-10-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:43:16.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Lifetime</title><content type='html'>Now what am I supposed to do When I want you in my world How can I want you for myself When I'm already someone's girl?   First time that I saw you boy It was a warm and sunny day All I know is I wanted you I really hoped you looked my way  When you smiled at me So warm and sweet I could not stay You make me feel like a lilting girl What do you do to me   I guess I'll see you next lifetime No hard feelings I guess I'll see you next lifetime I'm gonna be there   You're imaging Feels so damn good to me It picks me up don't wanna come down You got me spinning all around Yeah  You need to know I've got that somebody You're beautiful But it ain't that type of party   Well I guess I'll see you next lifetime Baby we'll be butterflies I guess I'll see you next lifetime That sounds so divine I guess I'll see you next lifetime I guess I will now I guess I'll see you next lifetime Wait Wait a little while   See it ain't nothing wrong with dreaming Boy don't get me wrong Cause every time (every time) I see you (every single time) I know just how strong (every single time) That my love is for my baby But emotions just don't lie Well I know I'm a lot of woman But not enough to divide the pie   I guess I'll see you next lifetime You know I want to stay around I guess I'll see you next lifetime I'm so confused now   I guess I'll see you next lifetime Already I'm going to be there I guess I'll see you next lifetime I'm going to look for you  I guess I'll see you next lifetime Oh Oh baby I'm gonna be there I'm gonna be there   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113043139663932044?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113043139663932044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113043139663932044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113043139663932044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113043139663932044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/next-lifetime.html' title='Next Lifetime'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113036291030729094</id><published>2005-10-26T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:41:50.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Site!</title><content type='html'>OMG! This is my new site! I loved my friend, MindyLu's, so much that I thought I might make one of my own. And this is my first blog!   Hello people, welcome to my site. Thank you all so much for visiting! I hope you like it!  -Mimi &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113036291030729094?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113036291030729094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113036291030729094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113036291030729094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113036291030729094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-site.html' title='My New Site!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113034481492923731</id><published>2005-10-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:40:14.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just sitting here drinking...a drpepper</title><content type='html'>i am really bored and tired because i went to bed really kind of late and woke up early...but anyways... i was just sitting here being bored and talking to people and all of a sudden i started shaking and im not even cold (im actually really hot) i didnt get the ''chills'' either i was just shaking like some people do when there nervous...so i grabed a drpepper and started listing to music but im still talking to people(but its kinda boring)i guess my mom bought a 'money plant' today its a plant that drops leaves or seeds that look like coins i really dont know i wasnt really listening when she was explaining it to me well im gonna stop writing and talk to the people who i am not paying attention to rite now so bye  this is actually a short blog for me isnt it? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113034481492923731?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113034481492923731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113034481492923731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113034481492923731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113034481492923731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-sitting-here-drinkinga-drpepper.html' title='just sitting here drinking...a drpepper'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113025877619753391</id><published>2005-10-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:46:16.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woorden</title><content type='html'>     Onverdroten aan de pen ontschoten zijn deze woorden aan jou gericht Ze leven in mijn gedachten, niet gezwicht voor alle mitsen en maren, gevoelige snaren Liefde vloeit door ruimte en tijd, voorbereid Op wat er onvermijdelijk komen gaat Onafwendbaar, nooit te vroeg, nooit te laat, maar op dat juiste moment, dat wij ons kent . Wish       &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113025877619753391?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113025877619753391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113025877619753391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113025877619753391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113025877619753391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/woorden.html' title='Woorden'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113018956687591587</id><published>2005-10-24T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:32:49.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;There is no royal road to learning.&amp;quot;  Oh, IHATE U.S. History and English, especially English &amp;gt;&amp;lt; ===Why should Iknow what happened in the U.S. before? (to Ms.Tully, who was a cheerleader - about30 yrsago -_-) ===DoI have tofinish summarizing what the Saxons did in England in 5th century? (to Mrs.Patterson. And, Caleb, Where are you now??? -0-: HELP!!!) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113018956687591587?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113018956687591587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113018956687591587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113018956687591587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113018956687591587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/help.html' title='HELP!!!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113017175824383813</id><published>2005-10-24T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:35:58.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas on Reality.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I ponder if reality is an actual concept. I also wonder if people were to percieve things differently. Like if I were to see one color one way and another person seeing the &amp;quot;same color&amp;quot; but if I were to compare the colors, would they be the same? Wondering about similarities in views and how people see things makes me wonder if I actually see items the same way as anyone and everyone else.  Since there is no way to compare views, I cannot know if textures that I see are the same for anyone else. This makes me dispute on reality of these things. We can describe them to each other but we cannot make sure that we see something as the exact same color or texture if we believe the texture to see as the certain texture. This also has made me wonder how we humans have ever developed language. The thought that we had to make words and make them mean certain things and being able to teach it to other people and understand it makes me wonder how we did it in the first place. It also makes me wonder about things like math...  As I see it, it makes logical sense, but it confuses me how much sense it makes. The fact that numbers can add, multiply, subtract, and/or divide into other numbers makes me wonder how a concept like this makes sense on its levels of complexities. Technology also makes me wonder how we even made it. The fact that we found out how certain things work makes me wonder how complex it really is and how they actually work. The fact that we humans can communicate through a phoneline, which basically compresses the audio through a wire, and are able to do on a daily basis makes me wonder if we are actually too far ahead and too advanced for our own good.  The fact that we humans developed computers to understand programming and that all the software we use is composed of a series of letters, words, and symbols running simultaneously makes it hard for me to grasp that it really is how it works. Also take in example a CD... A CD has little indents into it to read as a &amp;quot;1&amp;quot; and the undented spaces as &amp;quot;0&amp;quot; and as a CD player reads it, it is able to convert 1s and 0s into a song or data. Songs CDs use series of 1s and 0s to define the pitch, beat, and anything that has to do with the song but I wonder how we found out how this works and how we actually came across this information. Sure, someone may have discovered it, but I wonder how they actually managed to come up with machines and objects that can run these series of these 1s and 0s to act how they want them to and make it readable in some way. Also, that we found how how computer chips work and how we can make it understand new programs or software that we create.  All of this technology makes me wonder deeply about how we were to develop all of it from where we started without it all to what we have now and developed. It also makes me wonder why it takes technology to make a more advanced set of it. Say that you were to go back into the past and try to make computer before its time. The technology that would be availible to make it would probably be only harnessable during the time that they actually made the product. This also reminds me of the concept of time travel. Now think of this: you create time travel and decide to prevent something to happen during your time, right? Now you go back and do it and then whatever happened disappears and then you have no reason to have made a time machine in the first place so that, that version of you would disappear and make the way for the different version of you during that time.  Now, it gets even more confusing if you were to make a loop of you doing something over and over... No version of you would ever think of breaking the chain, right? Now the fact that if you're the first version to make it happen, that would mean there would be mutliple yourselves going through the same thing until the &amp;quot;first&amp;quot; you maybe decide and try to break its chain... The &amp;quot;first&amp;quot; you makes me wonder about how many myselves and yourselves we have in time and stuck in it.     Time controls so many levels of reality that I wonder if time, in itself, is a form of reality to explore... (Note: I have spaced things out a bit for the conveniance of making it easier to read since my friend pointed out difficulties in doing so. Not so that they would make sense on their own, and if they do, it was purely luck.) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113017175824383813?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113017175824383813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113017175824383813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113017175824383813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113017175824383813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/ideas-on-reality.html' title='Ideas on Reality.'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113010373440933415</id><published>2005-10-23T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:42:18.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more dialogue</title><content type='html'> Tell me a secret. I dont have any secrets. Okay, then tell me a lie. I just did.  Fine. Tell me about your job.My job? You dont want to hear about my job. Why not?Its boring! So what?Nah, dont make me. Im making you. Well I work at this contracting company. You know the new Clark building on fifth- No, I guess you wouldnt. Anyhow- Wait, like construction? Well sort of. We hire the people who do the construction. And then we hire painters and electricians and plumbers and its complicated. My job- wow, its thankless work, really- my job is to track down money for the company. Track down? Like youre a money detective? Sort of. I look at all the stuff that comes from internal finance and check the list to make sure were paying people for the work they actually did. Like if a painter were to come in and quit half way through the job our contract would still have us paying him for the whole job. Its my job to step in and renegotiate his contract. That doesnt sound boring! I guess it wouldnt. So you stop people from shafting the company? Well kind of. How much money do you usually recover? Average? I dont know. To date Ive gotten back about seven hundred and fifty grand.Seven hundred and fifty thousand- Dollars, USD, yeah. Thats a lot of money! Well its thankless work. Okay, say Im just your average carpenter or whatever. Im up there hammering in this nail and I see almost a million dollars of company money lying around. I pick it up and bring it back and Im a hero. But since this is my job people expect it. I dont recover money for a while and people start to ask questions. It turns into a witch hunt.Wow that sucks. Its like all Ive ever wanted was a little credit. Right now I dont even get a Christmas bonus. Oh, poor baby. Ill tell you what. This Christmas Ill send you a card with some cut out coupons in it. Will they save me seven hundred and fifty grand on my next grocery purchase? Im sorry, youre going to have to speak with internal finance about that.  ________________________________________________  &gt;From The First Forty Hours - To be shot in Fall 2005 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113010373440933415?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113010373440933415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113010373440933415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113010373440933415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113010373440933415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-dialogue.html' title='more dialogue'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113008527334848547</id><published>2005-10-23T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:34:33.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Background/Pizza Party</title><content type='html'>Hey, is it just me or does mostly everybody have a dark background? My current background is pale green with pink and white flowers and some sort of cute strawberry/angel creature and it just seems too happy. I will change in now. It is not that I don't like it, it's just that it is too happy and I'm not the type that is always happy, stupid yes, but not happy. Well anyway, before I forget, it issomeones birthday tommorrow and some of my cousins were planning a little surprise celebration just for her family, their family, and us so tommorow I will have pizza and ice cream cake. Yumm. Too bad that I might not enjoy the party too much for undisclosed reasons. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113008527334848547?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113008527334848547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113008527334848547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113008527334848547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113008527334848547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-backgroundpizza-party.html' title='New Background/Pizza Party'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-113001721422690771</id><published>2005-10-22T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:40:14.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK HEARTS ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN</title><content type='html'>It's such a glorious day, and I enjoyed most of it. Now, I'm sitting in a very uncomfortable chair, sipping a beer and firing up a stogie typing whatever happens to pop up in my head. Some people write with a particular slant where you as an unbiased reader are supposed to understand or somehow agree with them; all in a rather manipulating way to get you to change your mind. For a while, I even considered doing the same, maybe just to be more popular. Naah! I write this crap 'cause it's funny. I laugh at myself, not because I hate or am a fool; it is only for one reason. Joy of life.It should be on record, that my lifecan be examined under a microscope.&amp;quot; Hello, up there! Focus the lens.&amp;quot; [One simple act of kindness will get my attention immediately.]Today, my wife and I admitted that the sordid affairs of the heart, can ruin even the simplest love. I was devastated for a long time. I love her because she is my friend, and when I rescued her, she was really rescuing me. That crazy Angie pounced on me in a moment of my weakness over a year ago. It's been Hell ever since. ( No use crying over spilled milk.) How can one person be so wrong about me? Man, I almost believed it myself. My reality was nothing but a puzzle, and after putting the pieces together, it all made sense. Yeesh, I have an amazing capacity for pissing women off. I did not want to play with anyone in particular, until one day, a woman caught my eye. I was startled! She sashayed in there like she owned the place. I liked that! This was already becoming my territory, and like an aggressive jerk that I am, I grunted at her. She smiled, knowing full well she had me. I drew a picture of what I was going to do to her and she has been near me ever since. Well, unfortunatately others noticed. One provocation led to another, and I took the girl and ran. I've done this over and over. But, this time it's different; I am not going to leave. This is my home, and after thirty five years of wanting to be a part of this community, I will make my mark, even if it means crapping on your toes. It's a big planet, with lots of amazing opportunities, but I'll settle for the one in front of me. By the way, women always look beautiful when their hair is up. They look ready to do business, andI'm always buying. Isn't that right, dear?...Now, if I can only kiss that neck. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-113001721422690771?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113001721422690771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=113001721422690771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113001721422690771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/113001721422690771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/black-hearts-are-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='BLACK HEARTS ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112999906707276569</id><published>2005-10-22T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:37:47.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel information for Seattle</title><content type='html'>We've added a section for hotel information in Seattle. We know that a lot of you will be making your plans to come to Seattle for our wedding celebration on October 1st, and we want to give you some suggestions and try to find some deals for you.  We were able to block some rooms at the Inn at Queen Anne (http://www.innatqueenanne.com)and the MarQueen Hotel (http://www.marqueen.com), both in lower Queen Anne. They are both charming, historic brick hotels that are close to downtown and the Seattle Center. The only challenge is that the rooms must be booked between August 22 - 31 in order to receive the discounted prices of $79/night and $119/night, respectively.Please give them a call if you are interested! Please note that there is a cancellation fee of one night's lodging if you book a room through this deal and cancel after August 31st.  We also recommend the Edgewater Hotel(http://www.edgewaterhotel.com), right on the Seattle waterfront. It's close to everything and provides wonderful views of the water and mountains. We tried to block some rooms with them, but it turns out that we can actually find CHEAPER rooms by going through Expedia (http://www.expedia.com). Using Expedia, we were able to find rates of $189 to $249 per night.  Expedia (http://www.expedia.com/pub/agent.dll?qscr=htwv&amp;amp;rfrr=-1067) is a great resource for finding other hotels in Seattle. Since the Harbor Cruise will be leaving from downtown Seattle, it's probably most convenient to find a hotel in either Downtown or Seattle Center.  Please let us know if you have questions!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112999906707276569?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112999906707276569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112999906707276569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112999906707276569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112999906707276569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/hotel-information-for-seattle.html' title='Hotel information for Seattle'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112991299792867279</id><published>2005-10-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:43:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mute Radio : Taiwanese Song</title><content type='html'>LIFETIME LONELINESS   :  Lyrics: &amp;quot;Dark White&amp;quot; I think, I will be always this lonely   For the whole life, I will be alone  I think I will be always lonely   For the rest of my life, I will be all alone.    The bluer the sky, the more I am afraid of raising my eyes The happier a movie ends, the sadder I would get  The more time I own, the more uncomfort would form  Because, I am always all by myself, living a lonely life  I never met a person I would fall in love with  The people in my life, I just can't be with  For a few times, I hesitated.  But they left beforeIcould have figured out  I have thought of just being casual  However, casulity doesn't make things easier  So I learn to be optimistic   living my life alone   When the lonelieness becomes something usual I have been so used to it and stopped thining of it  It doesn't matterif I don't know what to do with myself. It doesn't matter, if I only have myself. How would you weight betweenfreedom and loneliness I wander in the street alone, watching the sky  But I can't find the answer. I don't have an answer   The sky is turning blue. I am looking through.  The happier a movie , the more I cherish  The more time I have, the more I am used to be alone Because I will be always this lonely, counting my days alone. I think, I will alwaysbe alone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112991299792867279?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112991299792867279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112991299792867279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112991299792867279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112991299792867279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/mute-radio-taiwanese-song.html' title='Mute Radio : Taiwanese Song'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112984467805310089</id><published>2005-10-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:44:38.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching moments..</title><content type='html'>As some of you might know, my mum is writing her thesis for her masters degree in counselling.. I read her introduction, which was supposed to be personal and I think its a worthwhile read;   Ive learned to use my heart to fly when my wings were broken. Now having said that I may start introducing myself, in an attempt to explain how my personal history has influenced and led my professional choices.  I am a first-generation Muslim, Arab, and immigrant woman from an Iraqi refugee-like background. I live in Auckland, New Zealand since 1995.  I was born in the sixties, an era of growing modernization in Iraq. My mother was an educated working- woman. Being imaginative and inspired, she seemed to be living ahead of her time, as she had (still has) her own way of seeing things. Being strong and determined, she has transmitted to us a sense of responsibility to live an authentic and unprecedented life.   My father was a military pilot turned to teaching after having to leave the army and being sent to prison for his political views. He was a peoples man, humorous, reliable, and relaxed in his skin. He brought to us a substantial streak of Kurdish bloods coming from his great grandmothers, a strong sense of trust in the becoming future, and a very un-gendered quality of self- worth.  We lived in the old city of Nineveh, within a traditional and conservative culture. We lived in a community that valued hard work, and preferred the group benefit to the individuals wishes and desires. My family made a shift to the much more diverse city of Baghdad in the mid- seventies, where we still were able to live a predictable life for few years until the wars and the fear of the dictatorship simultaneously started.  When I think of my family and the families I know, I do not find anyone who resembles the now prevailing stereotyped picture of the Arabs and Muslims, a picture promoted by some western politicians and perpetuated by the media. Neither could I find a woman in the therapy groups who resembled the biased stereotypes in any significant way other than the physical appearance.  Looking at my life since its very beginnings I can see many themes of (what I perceive as) predetermined change, transition, sudden big shifts, political turmoil, a challenge to live and think outside the box, developing identity in diversity, and the challenge to make steady and meaningful life on an increasingly unsteady and unpredicted (sometimes hostile and dangerous) grounds.  The unique historical, cultural and personal contexts of my life may have shaped my worldview in more than a way. My Arabian origin, which is historically rooted in the nomadic traditions, may have helped me transcend the powerlessness of the material loss to the more powerful state that recognizes the deeper value of what is beyond the strictly material.   To me, having ones land in ones unlimited- by- borders- space of consciousness, is neither a detached spiritual Muslim and Sufi knowledge, nor is a coping tool of distancing or dissociation. It is rather an applicable knowledge that can manifest on the grounds of the realizable. It is this knowledge that makes me believe that the unprecedented is attainable. And it is what gives me faith in the possibility of creating a rooted continuity of life within the ever-changing ever-shifting circumstances.   I am a part of a culture that communicates a rich tradition through story telling, poetry, symbols and metaphors. I am also integrating the increasingly diverse New Zealand cultures (which are searching for the new, the rich and the advanced) into my life. These positions may have influenced me to reframe my views continuously in a process that favors awareness, wholeness and balance. While I strongly value the sophisticated western strategies for solutions that are beyond the narrowness of my peoples scope of choice in their currently traumatic and increasingly manipulated reality, I also value the practical wisdom of the traditional role- models who would simply choose to use the door as an exit to the way out, in contrast with those who has the privilege of choosing more novel (although not necessarily more adequate) ways.  Through a painful, scary and humiliating process of deskilling and downward shift in professional status, from being a medical doctor to simply having no acknowledged professional training or recognized work experience, I came to accept the wisdom of being guided by life and to let go of the inflexibly solid plans that aims to control it. I learned to make professional (&amp;amp; other) choices that are responsive to the needs of my family, my community and myself, instead of defining my priorities in terms of my profession, which used to be my frame of reference. I am not suggesting here that everyone should find a solution in a carrier change.  Ive made my decision because I found a lot of depth and purpose in counselling, which incorporated my previous training and the many years of my work experience into a useful and meaningful line of work. I, also, came to find power and direction in my purpose of raising others through empowering them, enabling people to take responsibility, trusting them, learning from them and being led by them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112984467805310089?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112984467805310089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112984467805310089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112984467805310089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112984467805310089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/touching-moments.html' title='Touching moments..'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112982602783920533</id><published>2005-10-20T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:33:47.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way the world is...</title><content type='html'> It's so hard to face what people really think of you until you get slapped in the face with it. You are going along in your day and then WHAM all of the sudden you get an uncensored opinion that someone has of you. It would be cool if it was something positive, but lets be honest, most of the time its negative, because people are not nice. This happen to me today, no need to get specific, but lets just say it sucked. It's hard not to think, &amp;quot;is this everyone's opinion of me?&amp;quot; Or should I have known all along that this was the truth about me, and I've just been in denial? Either way it's a lose-lose situation with a harsh shot to the ego. My confident side says fuck them, who are they to judge, I'm a great person. But my self-doubting side says &amp;quot;you suck at life&amp;quot; or every other harsh insult a self-loathing girl can think of. So I guess I'm wondering how you really don't let what people think of you bother you? It's so easy to say &amp;quot;I don't care what anyone thinks?&amp;quot; But if nobody cared REALLY I think the whole world would be different. I'd so rather be the confident girl that I know I can be sometimes, but sometimes it just gets to be too much to handle. I just think it would be cool if people didn't judge so harshly all the time, which of course I'm guilty of doing I know, but everyone is. I guess the only solution is to be the person that I expect everyone else should be and hopefully they will follow by example??? Yeah, well a girl can dream can't she?   On a lighter note, we leave for spring break in 8 days and I couldn't be more pumped. It's going to be FUCKING FABULOUS! South Beach better be at its finest for us!! I can't wait to just lay on the beach and relax with no cares at all. I hope that a lot of kids our age decided to go there this year, otherwise I'm afraid we'll be lacking the right type of crowd to party with. Either way its going to be awesome, but some college co-eds would really bring it up a notch!!  Alrighty, well I'm off to watch OC reruns, loves it!!! Have a good day, Ashley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112982602783920533?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112982602783920533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112982602783920533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112982602783920533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112982602783920533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/way-world-is.html' title='The way the world is...'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112975829217625553</id><published>2005-10-19T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:44:52.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My eighty-third blog!</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,  Today, I'm watching Living The Life and World Youth Day 2005 Welcoming Ceremony For BenedictXVI Cologne, Germany. Now, I'm watching the Welcoming Address Of Pope Benedict XVI. Now, I'm watching Pope Benedict XVI Visit To The Cologne Cathedral. At, 11:00ish I'm not going to lift weights with my shirt off because, my has the day off. Besides, later today mom, my grandma, and I are going to the Fair. Then mom and I are going to the Direks Bentley concert tonight. God Bless and F.R.O.G, Grant &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112975829217625553?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112975829217625553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112975829217625553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112975829217625553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112975829217625553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-eighty-third-blog.html' title='My eighty-third blog!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112973950069657831</id><published>2005-10-19T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:31:40.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 22</title><content type='html'>I'm like so fuckin tense right now!! My stomach and head is sore,I couldn't get my computer working and my dvd player isn't working,i'm hungry &amp;amp; my mum is starting to make me mad!! I wish I were dead    Everyone is practically ignnoring me and not speaking to me and its making me really reall depressed and I didnt get my ear lobe done today either!!!   Noone even speaks to me anyymore...noone wants to speak to me anymore. Am I that big of a loser? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112973950069657831?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112973950069657831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112973950069657831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112973950069657831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112973950069657831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/july-22.html' title='July 22'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112967201817951925</id><published>2005-10-18T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:46:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to React</title><content type='html'> Do you ever want something to happen so baddly, and when it finally does happen, you have no idea how to react to it? I had it happen today, or yesterday I suppose, since it's 2:52 in the morning, but not only did it happen once, no, it happened twice. I would love to elaborate more on the subject of what it is that I wanted to happen, but I feel as though my friends who may from time to time read these feel it would be rude of me to say such things about their sorrows.   At first I was stunned when I heard the news the first time. I tried exceptionally hard not to make it obvious that I was happy all at once. Then, less than an hour later, another person I suppose I might call a friend gave me another bit of news that I found particularly enjoyable. I think I did a better job of hiding my glee that time. I even discussed it with the two of them, since they were both there and they brought up the subjects. I, having been out of town and out of contact with all of my friends for the entire month, had no idea of these events, and so pressing the two of them for more information was a simple matter.  The only problem with such joy was that I could not make it known to the people involved. I had to wear a bored, somewhat interestedlook on my face, occasionally throwing in the occasional show of interest where interest was due, but mostly I was thinking of other things. I don't know half of what we talked about today. Honestly I could care less, cuz I somehow found that by thinking of things outside my group of friends I could enjoy being with them so much more. It's kinda sad really, but the prospect of not being miserable all day makes it very appealing in my opinion. By &amp;quot;it&amp;quot; I mean half way ignoring my friends while still being present and out of my day dreams enough to appear interested or involved in whatever's going on. It's odd really, that I would so late find a way to apply something I learned at school to such a serious problem. Odd also, that it was something the school never taught me, but I somehow picked up through the years of boredom.  As unusually developed as this ability is, the half that is acting interested or involved still picks up anything that has in any way been emphasised, which in school means that I can easily get an A or close to it if the teacher is good, without too much effort on my part other than to be present during the lesson, an easy task. The only work really is homework, because it's not something I can't do while ignoring, so if anything leads to downfalls in my grades, it is homework, but homework is rarely too difficult to do with theemphasised pieces of information I get in class.  Anywayz...back on topic, there are some things from school that actually come in handy at difficult times. Especiallywhen the people that give such horrible, yet to me, very joyful news, almost immediately go into a spin off conversation about how I couldn't possibly understand them in the slightest degree as so many girls foolishly believe. Frankly, the only reason I don't understand the one that said it is becasuse she has lied to me so much that I can hardly tell if she hasn't even convinced herself that her lies are the real reasons for her actions, so I'd be awed if anyone could understand it. Anyways...I just rolled my eyes onceand steered the conversation back in the right direction toget the info I wanted before discovering that I could easily ignore them and still seam interested. It may have been one of the last full conversations I can remember with those friends today.  I then went for a long walk with a good friend I haven't seen for quite a while, getting home at 11:30 and getting on to start this, when oddly I had so many people to talk to, including a very interesting person whom I talked to for three hours somehow without noticing at all after all the time had flown by and there was an emense amount of conversation written. I admittedly had done most of it because the person wanted advice on a subject that usually takes an enormous amount of planning at first, so I tried my very best to give them a rather full and detailed description of what they should do. I won't say what it was about, both for confidentiallity and because I have received an unussuall amount of protest in the area because I never attempt any of the more complicated strategies, so, as so many girls think I am incompitent in the subject, forgetting that I've had a lot more experience in it than any one of them know about.I try my very best to think out every single thing that could go wrong or be an advantage. I take particular pride in my ability to think it all out so quickly, but when all is said and done, there is in every case, the few variables that cannot be planned by me because I cannot control them, such as how people react to the different situations at hand, but I do try with much deliberation to think out the most likely ways people would react, and plan for each one accordingly, assuming that the person setting up the things I plan can keep a cool head and remain focused on the most important things, things can usually work the way I plan them, and I always have a backup plan for them, even if its short, simple, and requires much more courage and character for the person in question to use, but still, there is a backup, but I can't say things don't go wrong. Things can always go wrong, which requires constant reaccessing of the situation, but they can also go as planned, which is always nice, and good luch I suppose. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112967201817951925?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112967201817951925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112967201817951925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112967201817951925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112967201817951925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-to-react.html' title='How to React'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112965297585480807</id><published>2005-10-18T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:29:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as</title><content type='html'>  Sedem zmajev na goem nebu, sedem lun okoli planeta, sedem misli nazaj v moji glavi in sedem misli naprej v mojem umu, le ena misel v mojem srcu, le eno hrepenenje nad vsemi...  posveeno Vampirki &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112965297585480807?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112965297585480807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112965297585480807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112965297585480807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112965297585480807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/as.html' title='as'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112958548222532073</id><published>2005-10-17T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:44:42.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-hehe-</title><content type='html'>shit day...not really shit...no more shit than usual...nonetheless...still shit...  ohhh..ashleigh is online...AWESOME...fully can't wait until january..it's gonna be fricken heaps good lol..mum was so right...cos after the delta concert..i was like &amp;quot;aww thats ghey, i have nothing to look forward to anymore&amp;quot; n mum was like &amp;quot;don't worry..im sure something else will come up for you to look forward to&amp;quot; and it totally has! it's gona be wikid! haha i never say that..how ghey  umm..wat else....ohhh ASSSSH...you gived me flutterbys!!!! shhhhh! hehe...ur a funny bunny!  guess what guys!! i still haven't finished my assignment! and it's due tomorrow! so i think i should get to it lols...i'm terrible ay?!! i'll write another blog when i've finished it to let you all know lols ... aren't i lovely?? ... just kidding...i'm terrible lols...  going now...work to be done... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112958548222532073?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112958548222532073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112958548222532073' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112958548222532073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112958548222532073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/hehe.html' title='-hehe-'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-112956719726335185</id><published>2005-10-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:39:57.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today would be August 9th</title><content type='html'>Gosh I love taper...... So Easy, no worries about having to try to hard without a lot of rest.... its great......... though my shoulders have started to be in pain on sunday, but I'll live. But yea.... I'm left with a big problem..... You see.... I'm supposed to go to Ames on thursday (really early) morning and go to Cyclone Stadium (aka Jack Trice Stadium, Aka The Greatest Stadium Ever! GO Clones!) but I don't know if I can park my car at the stadium and NOT have it towed... so I'm trying to figure out what to do... my mom is leaving for Michigan.... and why she's even going is beyond me...... I probably won't make it past prelims.... won't stop me from trying.... and I might have to shave down for this meet..... the legs and arms..... aye......... I may just &amp;quot;forget&amp;quot; to do it..... keep to my shaving once a year........... whatever........ have a good one.........  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112956719726335185?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112956719726335185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112956719726335185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112956719726335185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112956719726335185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-would-be-august-9th.html' title='Today would be August 9th'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112948093741760825</id><published>2005-10-16T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:42:17.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurama part 3</title><content type='html'>Kurama loves you and would be lost without you. Hehates being away from you and would hold you inhis arms forever if he could. He hates seeingyou upset and would protect you at any cost. Hewould never let anyone take you away from himand he will always be by your side. Kuramawould not make in this world without you. Hislove for you will never die and he'll alwayskeep his word. Please vote part 4 will becoming up shortly. A Kurama Story (part 3) brought to you by Quizilla Same results kind of like part one &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112948093741760825?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112948093741760825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112948093741760825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112948093741760825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112948093741760825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/kurama-part-3.html' title='Kurama part 3'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112941272222391809</id><published>2005-10-15T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:45:22.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>play in July 2005</title><content type='html'>everybody, i will have a play between 1-3 and 8-10 July at 19.00 pm. the price of ticket only 200 baht for 2 plays, Khehasklangtawan and Ratheepitukatwith and there is a buffet too....please join it if u have free time because this will be my last play...lolllll &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112941272222391809?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112941272222391809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112941272222391809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112941272222391809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112941272222391809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/play-in-july-2005.html' title='play in July 2005'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112939458091249331</id><published>2005-10-15T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:43:01.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hip hop battle</title><content type='html'>well folks today was a big hip hop battle here in guangzhou. now hip hop is not very big in china .. but it should be .. damn this place needs some damn soul! anyways .. i was just there to watch but got dragged into the whole thing cause i know most of the people and well i got embarrassed today cause well they are much better than me at dancing .. this one freakin midget kept grabbin my dick while we were battling on stage and on tv.. i want to kick his ass.. what a fuckin loser! anyways.. i will restrain myself.. and i hope things work out for me and my dancing i will continue to try my best in the classes..  peace out for now &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112939458091249331?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112939458091249331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112939458091249331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112939458091249331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112939458091249331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/hip-hop-battle.html' title='hip hop battle'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112932591473669011</id><published>2005-10-14T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:38:34.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Week Til Gr8t Ole Skool</title><content type='html'>Hey ppls today was first day of vball prac it was good i guess it was crazy tho one more week till school starts yes lol jk jk jk jk i just wanna see my friends i miss them so much i so hope we dont have to try out for vball cuz i prolly wont make it i cant wait till bball season starts yes i rock jk jk so yea me and kyle only went out for like 2 days he was horrid at bein a bf he was worse than chase *u that dont no thats suprisin * so yea i tried to get adam but he doesnt want to cuz we live so far a way so yea thats all i have to say ttyl    lauren  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112932591473669011?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112932591473669011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112932591473669011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112932591473669011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112932591473669011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-more-week-til-gr8t-ole-skool.html' title='One More Week Til Gr8t Ole Skool'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112930808531269534</id><published>2005-10-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:41:25.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair</title><content type='html'>I'm going to the fair tonight. 7ish until 11/12-ish probably. So yea that's my story. Oh and I bought a new cd today, The Fragile by Nine Inch Nails. I definitely reccomend it to fans of NiN who don't have it. It's worth every penny of the $25 or so it costs. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112930808531269534?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112930808531269534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112930808531269534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112930808531269534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112930808531269534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/fair.html' title='Fair'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112922183302946523</id><published>2005-10-13T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:43:53.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><content type='html'>So there I was, minding my own business walking into work and the first thing Steve says to me is &amp;quot;Ruth, can you say the alphabet backwards for me please?&amp;quot; and as I walk over to him with a confused look on my face, he picks out a pen, sticks it out in front of me and moves it from side to side &amp;quot;now just follow this without movin your head...  At which point the whole kitchen roars into laughter and I wonder what the hell is going on. So basically my manager drove by when I was getting pulled over the night before. Jetsun saw me get my sobriety test on the side of the Ala Wai. Now everyone calls me the drunkard, because it was on a Monday night.  Hilarious...an absolte riot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112922183302946523?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112922183302946523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112922183302946523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112922183302946523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112922183302946523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112915321252311885</id><published>2005-10-12T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:40:12.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..::quotes::..</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.&amp;quot;   &amp;quot;He holds me whenI start to cry, makes me smile with just his eyes, shares my hopes, dreams, fears, wipes away all my tears. I love him without regret, I just haven't found him yet!&amp;quot; The perfect guy...described beautifully! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112915321252311885?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112915321252311885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112915321252311885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112915321252311885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112915321252311885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/quotes.html' title='..::quotes::..'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112913558790180862</id><published>2005-10-12T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:46:31.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should have</title><content type='html'>i should've.. this is THE phrase for the losers who seek for excuses after a failure. just this once, allow me to be a monday morning quarterback  i should have pay the fucking attention .. oops i cursed, yea havent do that for almost.. i dont even kno how long= = i should have not wanted to know jason and ben.. i should have go 9 o'clock instead of 3.. i should have not gone to starbucks.. i should have not minus less than fifteen... i should have not gone to that prep on fairway .. i should have stop saying i should have loser &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112913558790180862?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112913558790180862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112913558790180862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112913558790180862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112913558790180862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-should-have.html' title='i should have'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112906663737313492</id><published>2005-10-11T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:37:17.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid Bid lost</title><content type='html'>Sadly enough, the bid for Madrid lost. I really was rooting for it and many people were quite upset about not getting the bid.  At any rate, the choice of London was quite surprising, but perhaps I'll fly over there for the Olympics with Pooja. :) We'll have to buy tickets now in order to make it!  Just came back from the opera--Mozart's The Magic Flute. It was in German, but with Spanish titles so that helped. Excellent production, but very tired now. It took me almost an hour to get home what with having to wait for the Metro and switching lines 4 times. Great God, why do I live in the middle of nowhere? Oh well, it's only difficult at times like these.  It was an absolutely lovely evening, but I realized just how uncultured I am. Some people go to see the opera once a week and know classical pieces by heart and can name Russian composers off the top of their heads, while I'm lucky that this is my 2nd opera (ever) and that I can recognize Beethoven.  So much to learn! There is so much culture out there to experience. I think that perhaps Europeans on average are more cultured than Americans...I have yet to meetmorethan oneperson who's even been toan opera, and it's not like I haven't met wealthy, educated people. The differences between Europe and America are incredible, but I'm finding it refreshing to be here and am so glad to be in Madrid!  I will try to go to as many plays and operas and classical music concerts as I can in the next two months so that I am not a total uncultured boor as I was when I got here.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112906663737313492?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112906663737313492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112906663737313492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112906663737313492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112906663737313492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/madrid-bid-lost.html' title='Madrid Bid lost'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112897986195627311</id><published>2005-10-10T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:31:01.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Week~Last day for School bAddi &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>umm...yesterday was sunday....we played Counties Manukau2!!! n we thrashed them 15games-1game man~!!n we werent even trying!!!so jeng~umm...then....went to McD for lunch....we also had bday cake there for Ryan who broke his arm and couldnt play for us!!! then...i went to St Peters la...(tutoring) n i had to go in my Auck uniform!!i was like wtf...hai lor....gun ju.....go home n normal stuff la......didnt get high today &amp;gt;&amp;lt; bt i had skittles~!!!hahahaha   TODAY!!!! Dizzy's bday!!!(Desiree) we had a shared lunch for her n it was meant to be a ''suprise sharedlunch'' bt somehow i think florence spoilt it by txting her saying remember ur food for shared lunch. n then today Sadhana brought in the food n katz was like &amp;quot;shes nt supposed to know u know&amp;quot;...tht gave it away~nvr mind.....nt a very fun shared lunch tho....not many ppl brought food~bt we played with a balloon~!!haha  then after school we went to play school baddi la....played against auckland international school....we won la.....bt i was so pissed lor....they didnt come with shuttles n we used up all ours.....n i had to play half my game with a shuttle wich has half the feathers off already.....SO PISSED!!!! oh wel...bt its last day....n so i decorated a nice pretty shuttle for Alice cos she wnt be playing nxt yr~going off to uni so fast XDXDso old now~hahahaha &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112897986195627311?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112897986195627311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112897986195627311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112897986195627311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112897986195627311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/art-weeklast-day-for-school-baddi.html' title='Art Week~Last day for School bAddi &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112889429054481824</id><published>2005-10-09T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:44:55.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Get That Lonely</title><content type='html'> It was just another story printed on the second page Underneath the Tiger's football score It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age They found him face down on the bedroom floor There'll be services on Friday at the Lawrence Funeral Home Then out on Mooresville highway, they'll lay him 'neath a stone... How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all Is better than the life that you had How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go How do you get that lonely... and nobody know Did his girlfriend break up with him, did he buy or steal that gun? Did he lose a fight with drugs or alcohol? Did his Mom and Daddy forget to say I love you son? Did no one see the writing on the wall? I'm not blamin' anybody, we all do the best we can I know hindsight's 20/20, but I still don't understand... How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all Is better than the life that you had How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go How do you get that lonely... and nobody know It was just another story printed on the second page Underneath the Tiger's football score... THIS IS ONEOF MY FAVORITE SONGS THAT IN WAY DESCRIBES ME BY:BLAINE LARSEN  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112889429054481824?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112889429054481824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112889429054481824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112889429054481824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112889429054481824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-do-you-get-that-lonely.html' title='How Do You Get That Lonely'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112887543171672935</id><published>2005-10-09T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:30:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha?</title><content type='html'>Well i just made my space and im fooling around with it. Ill be adding drawings and stuff that i drew even though my new scanner makes them gigantic!! Well, ill be getting to work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112887543171672935?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112887543171672935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112887543171672935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112887543171672935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112887543171672935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/wha.html' title='Wha?'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112880739053498800</id><published>2005-10-08T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:36:30.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>I have no idea that there are people out there reading these blogs. Seriously, my writing sux... I find it so difficult to express myself with words all the time. I just need to go back to my day job, to something that I am REALLY REALLY good at, like counting numbers. Check this out:   1 + 1 = 2 2 + 3 = 5 3 + 5 = 10  See I am good at this... Oh Oh Oh!!! For fuck sake, someone pass me the calculator. I am on the national tv here.   I had been trying my very best to avoid to talk to Kat since the breakup: stop answering the phone, stop replying emails and msn etc. I just don't know how to pretend that I don't care about Kat and Bryn anymore. Kat wants closure.. she wants to hear that there is no love in my voice anymore. I can't do that!!! I just can't!!!!   It does not mean that I am confused or uncertain about my decision of breaking up. It is clear in my mind that I want a relationship that is easier and simplier.   Decided to get back onto findsomeone lately. Not really intending nor trying to hook up with someone there but I just want to talk to someone to keep my mind off and I found the chatroom was pretty good. You know, random people talking random shit. Nothing too personel and nothing too intense. But you do sort of feel a bit close to these random people coz you know something about them (if they decided to share on the profile).   For those who live by themselves will defintely know how i am feeling right now. When you live by yourself, it feels really good when things are going well and pleasent. You enjoy the quietness and privacy. But on the other hand, when you are sad or depressed or upset, the 4 walls in the house are like hammers ... constantly hitting on you. I need to find a way to cope, a way to get my mind off.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112880739053498800?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112880739053498800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112880739053498800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112880739053498800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112880739053498800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112878905851548173</id><published>2005-10-08T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:30:58.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus tap-dancing christ</title><content type='html'>So, it's not like I have fabulous people skills or anything. and i'm about as oblivious as they come. i can't read anybody, i mean ANYBODY. people mistake me for being coy, but i'm just dumb. i'm afraid to make assumptions and my self-esteem is impaired, so i tend to miss the mark...especially when it comes to people i get involved with on any kind of physical or emotional level. i've been seeing someone, and i've only been seeing them and no one else, because i wanted to see if it would go somewhere, or something. anyway, it's been awhile and i've been wondering if it means something or if i'm just spinning my wheels, so to speak. and i don't know. and i'm a terrible judge, so i tried just asking, but i didn't really get any new info...so i don't know. i really don't know. and i've been getting hit on a lot lately. and i don't really want to do anything about it--i like who i'm with--but if i'm just someone fabulous to pass the time with, then maybe i SHOULD accept some of the numbers that have been passed my way, rather than throwing them out like i have been. how long is too long to wait for some indication that i'm something special and worth keeping? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112878905851548173?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112878905851548173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112878905851548173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112878905851548173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112878905851548173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/jesus-tap-dancing-christ.html' title='jesus tap-dancing christ'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112872071649987615</id><published>2005-10-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:31:56.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Allyson Taylor, Starz, Encore Westerns</title><content type='html'>Letter to Allyson Taylor, Starz, Encore Westerns:'The Western films from 1926-1946 are the very best of an era which embodies all that we today think of 'Country and Westerns'. They have no match, to portray the America of graciousness, decency, and the indomitable human spirit (when it is linked with the religion of our Fathers -- not all of whom were Christian, but all of whom respected the spiritual and moral force of that Faith which created the Plymouth Colony, Harvard and Yale Universities, and that which we today know as Western Civilisation). Therefore, devote Encore Western to this classic Westerns genre or, otherwise, create another channel for 'Classic Era Westerns'. There also needs to be an Encore channel for 'Classic Era TV Series', from 1948-1961.'Please convey this view to upper level Management, as I believe that it reflects the predominant view of the 'Baby Boomers' who increasingly have the time to watch Television, those born from 1940-1950, and all of those people over 55 who not only have the time but also the compelling desire for these Classic Era cinematography of theatre, teleplay, and documentary. 'Thank you, and GOD Bless!' --------------And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with Him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus...Ephesians 2.10  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112872071649987615?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112872071649987615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112872071649987615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112872071649987615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112872071649987615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/letter-to-allyson-taylor-starz-encore.html' title='Letter to Allyson Taylor, Starz, Encore Westerns'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112870348610617613</id><published>2005-10-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:44:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY JOB!!</title><content type='html'>ok so i work i wendy's in salem and it is the best thing in the world i really like it im fred the fry man it is better then great i dont think any one els likes fast food but im like in love with it and thats all there really is to that   I LOVE BETH (just thought i would put that in) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112870348610617613?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112870348610617613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112870348610617613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112870348610617613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112870348610617613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-my-job.html' title='I LOVE MY JOB!!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112863414451398669</id><published>2005-10-06T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:29:04.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We need to sell some laptops!</title><content type='html'>We are planning to move our business to a bigger place. Very exciting for us and we are working really hard to get it all planned out well. DH got his hands on some laptops from Dell and we need to sell them quick, less inventory to take with us an we can start with a new fresh inventory. So may plans and so much to do!!  S. did not make the cut today for the listing, I feel sorry for him, he was sooo looking forward to do this education. Maybe he will come over to stay with us for a year, who knows...We sure would enjoy it when he would be here, miss him lots! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112863414451398669?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112863414451398669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112863414451398669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112863414451398669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112863414451398669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-need-to-sell-some-laptops.html' title='We need to sell some laptops!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112861694787122285</id><published>2005-10-06T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:42:27.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opus Land</title><content type='html'>Yes, Opus - why indeed would a &amp;quot;sensible, serious, enlightened soul humiliate [themselves] in such a manner?!!&amp;quot;  Once upon a time...I recall it vaguely now and, asa result, find myself questionning the ebb and flow of my own cognitive powers...but real or imagined, I have an overwhelming sense of having once possessed a distinct vision of where I was going in life. Perhaps even more disturbing or frightening, I actually also remember believing not only did life have a purpose, but MY life had a purpose. God had not only created me to be &amp;quot;special&amp;quot; (as He does with all of humanity), He had created me for a &amp;quot;special reason&amp;quot;; a cause, if you will. There was...a &amp;quot;calling&amp;quot;, of sorts,...on my life.  Needless to say (but say it anyway, I shall) - that part of the plot has been long lost these past few years. Quite humbling and perhaps quite necessary. Who (save the Almighty) knows for sure? Solomon once wrote that for everything there is a time and a purpose under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1). The prophet Isaiah wrote that God's thoughts and ways are higher (above and beyond) that of humankind (Isaiah 55:8-9). Job found out the hard way that no individual can know the mind of God and instruct Him on how to govern the universe (Job 42:1-6).  And yet, here we sit, in our proverbial mud-puddles creating our own little fifedoms out of sparkling waste - all the while, periodically pausing to thrust our fist at the sky and wonder when the next rainstorm will add to our puddle (one's puddle can never be large enough, of course). :Sigh: I don't know. This blog, like my life, really has no point at this moment in time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112861694787122285?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112861694787122285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112861694787122285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112861694787122285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112861694787122285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/opus-land.html' title='Opus Land'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112854878688381467</id><published>2005-10-05T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:46:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate thinking of Titles!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY 2 days off from practice, I love it but Lord I'm killed out! I'm so tired right now that it isn't funny. My little sister Jordan just left a few minutes ago. My summer eh'? Well its &amp;quot;Sorta&amp;quot; getting better, I wish it would be off the hezzey! lol. I'm having a party soon yay. lol. Everyone is invited thats on my list muahaha. Know why? Cause I'm just that loveble=P Yeah right lol! Well, I'm done blabbering about nothing.  Leave me some comments or something. Keta--MY PARTY JULY 19TH BEACH CREEK SWIMMING POOL 6-9--  --IF YOUR ON MSN LIST YOUR INVITED-- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112854878688381467?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112854878688381467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112854878688381467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112854878688381467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112854878688381467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-thinking-of-titles.html' title='I hate thinking of Titles!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112853087363533733</id><published>2005-10-05T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:47:53.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel Story:  "A Truckers Christmas Gift"</title><content type='html'>Trucker Sam W. was driving his large semi down Interstate 71 one very early December morning, his body weary and his eyelids dropping. It had been a long haul. But he did his assignment gladly because he knew the extra money would help buy his children Christmas presents.  There was very little traffic this morning before the congested rush hour. About a quarter of a mile down the freeway, Sam noticed a cardboard box right in the middle of his lane. Normally, he wouldn've thought nothing of running over such a box. It looked empty and seemed to be bobbing in the wind.  As he was prepared to run over the box, he heard a small inner voice speak to him. &amp;quot;Swerve out of the way. Don't run over that box.&amp;quot; Thinking it was just an overactive imagination, the trucker tried to dismiss that voice. But it came to him a second time. &amp;quot;I said, swerve out of the way. Don't run over that box!&amp;quot;   Deciding to take the hint, he suddenly changed course, swerving his rig over into the other lane. After he roared past the box, he looked in his rearview mirrors to see what had happened.  To his surprise, he saw a small puppy crawl out of the box. The trucker slowed down on the shoulder of the road. He went back and retrieved the little guy.  Cold, shaking and totally helpless, this little German Shepherd mix was so thankful for being rescued. Carefully, the trucker wrapped the baby puppy inside his warm winter coat and headed back to his truck.  &amp;quot;The kid's are going to have a present they didn't expect,&amp;quot;said the trucker to the puppy, smiling broadly.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112853087363533733?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112853087363533733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112853087363533733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112853087363533733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112853087363533733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/angel-story-truckers-christmas-gift.html' title='An Angel Story:  &quot;A Truckers Christmas Gift&quot;'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112846237255408541</id><published>2005-10-04T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:46:12.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the art</title><content type='html'>Oh as yah all can tell I love art work, partly because I use to own amazing comix, I had thirteen chain stores is san diego county , and I loved it.  anyhow the art work pictured here is 1.olivia who resides in la jolla 2. luis royo ( who is from spain) hope you enjoy  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112846237255408541?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112846237255408541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112846237255408541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112846237255408541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112846237255408541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/art.html' title='the art'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112837511277698938</id><published>2005-10-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:31:52.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Drama Drama</title><content type='html'>Yeah - so, I'm still pissed. I still haven't heard from him, even though I txt msg'd him yesterday and asked him to call me. He is supposed to play tonight (his last night) so that means I won't hear from him until at least Thursday. I'm not happy.  I'm probably not going to even want to talk to him by then. I don't know. The more I think about this, the more &amp;quot;over&amp;quot; it seems. On top of that, I have just noticed the similarities between his actions before the appearance of FOCG &amp;amp; TPS, and it seems eerily similar to Saturday. Not that I am accusing him of anything, or that I'm even contemplating that, just an observation. We *will* have a problem if that turns out to be the case though.  Ok - more later. Mom is coming to take me to lunch. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112837511277698938?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112837511277698938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112837511277698938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112837511277698938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112837511277698938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/drama-drama-drama.html' title='Drama Drama Drama'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112835760904708085</id><published>2005-10-03T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:40:09.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spit it out</title><content type='html'>Since you never gave a damn in the first place Maybe it's time you had the tables turned Cuz in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved And the verdict is guilty... ...Man nearly killed me Steppin' where you fear to tread Stop, drop and roll - you were dead from the git-go!! Big mouth fucker, stupid cocksucker! Are you scared of me now? Then you're dumber than I thought Always is, never was Foundation made of piss and vinegar Step to me, I'll smear ya - Think I fear ya? bullshit! Just another dumb punk chompin' at this tit Is there any way to break through the noise? Was it something that I said that got you bent? It's gotta be that way if you want it Sanity, Literal Profanity hit me! Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out Maybe it's the way you spread a lotta rumour fodder Keepin' all your little spies and leavin' when you realise Step up, fairy I guess it's time to bury your ass with the chrome Straight to the dome You heard that right, bitch, I didn't stutter If you know what's good - sit, shut up and beg, brother Backstab - Don't you know who you're dissin'? Side swipe - we know the ass that you're kissin'! Bigidy - bigidy bitch boy, halfwat hauser Can't hear shit cuz I keep gettin' louder Step up, and you get a face full o' tactic Lippin' off hard, goin' home in a basket You got no pull, no power, no nuthin' Now you start shit? Well, ain't that somethin'? Payoffs don't protect, and you can't hide if you want But I'll find you - Comin' up behind you! Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out 'Bout time I set this record straight All the needlenose punchin' is makin' me irate Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears Where YOU gonna be in the next five years? The crew and all the fools, and all the politix Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick You got dick when they passed out the good stuff Bam Are you sick of me? Good enough - had enough Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies! Fuck me! I'm all out of enemas! Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112835760904708085?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112835760904708085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112835760904708085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112835760904708085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112835760904708085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/spit-it-out.html' title='Spit it out'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112828957191805156</id><published>2005-10-02T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:46:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Date</title><content type='html'>There is a dark matter in my heart, consuming my whole, my everything. Its hurting and no one can see it. I ty to hide it and sometimes its so hard. I am falling, crashing, slipping away, growing more distant. Someone save me!! There's my pathetic soul there, trying not to fall apart. Trying not to cry in front of you. The fall seems to feel like an eternity. In every way, there I am, where I can't seem to find myself. The tears wont stop. I wish God would hold me before I lose myself to a world not worth it. Trying to go through each moment that slips by me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112828957191805156?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112828957191805156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112828957191805156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112828957191805156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112828957191805156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/unknown-date.html' title='Unknown Date'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112818493511706981</id><published>2005-10-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:42:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blargh</title><content type='html'>what do you mean &amp;quot;As far as i can tell u have virtually all the guys around u eating out of ur hands!&amp;quot; ?! i have no idea what you are talking about. i shall spend the majority of my life by myself. and i've accepted that.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112818493511706981?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112818493511706981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112818493511706981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112818493511706981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112818493511706981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/blargh.html' title='blargh'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112809850776746257</id><published>2005-09-30T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:41:47.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUSIONS of PARADISE</title><content type='html'> ILLUSIONS of PARADISE  You utter all those words just right  Trying to convince me of paradise  That could be between the you and I But I have learned and no better Than to believe the illusion of paradise Because thats all it ends up being  An illusion like a dream that will never come true Chasing after something that will never come......  Im all done living within an illusion You better bring the real thing to the table No more believing in the paradise Of the words you speak  In the phone conversations  And the emails that you write I will not fall for your illusion to paradise You need to stop being so scared And take the leap that you know you should The one in the real world and off here  Because I wont settle for illusions on here anymore.....  Some day I will meet someone who is willing  To give me that paradise for real Eliminate the illusion that I always see But the question is when will I know That it is not an illusion or for real That is what always causes me so much confusion It could be staring me right in the face And I may over look it and let it pass me by All I k now it that I dont want anymore Illusions of paradise.....  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112809850776746257?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112809850776746257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112809850776746257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112809850776746257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112809850776746257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/illusions-of-paradise.html' title='ILLUSIONS of PARADISE'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112802976479032832</id><published>2005-09-29T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:36:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambiguous</title><content type='html'>It's a very interesting but also serious topic. Why am I saying so? Ok, the background would be the spidery relations among people shuttling within departments or companies. People who are able to use some ambiguous manners would be more likely to approach targets they set. That's for work. What I'd like to talk about is the ambiguous between heterosexuals. One of my friends said to me that he likes this period while it's bored if there's no ambiguous time. Yep, it sounds interesting and I felt the same way only if it's not longlasting, and it should be within the time when you haven't got tired about him/her. The reason of being interesting lies in the ambiguous makes you aso-called &amp;quot;get an electric shock&amp;quot; feeling, coz once you guys clarify the love relation, those shock and excited feelings would not come backto you whatsoever,any &amp;quot;God's truth&amp;quot;actions would then become naturaland watery.   However, when it's treated as a serious topic, it comes the problem of messing up the person's normal life.He or she would probably can not clarify which personwould bethe one he/she love or like. Every person seemsto suit him/her,but not quite clear. Sohe/shewill thenintent to test his/her 'candidates',but the result will be even moreconfused and misleading.Lastly, the ambiguous relationship keeps and cycles. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112802976479032832?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112802976479032832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112802976479032832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112802976479032832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112802976479032832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/ambiguous.html' title='Ambiguous'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112801246726685210</id><published>2005-09-29T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:47:47.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathay is the best cinema</title><content type='html'>hehz, it's Cathay's 70th bday yesterday! got free movie tickets! thanx to gp who went to Causeway point early in the morning to help us queue for tics.. keke, too bad for him thathe stay so near there.. anyway, he bought lotsa Straits Times (got the coupon inside)in order to exchange for 7 pairs of tics.. two pairs for me and shihui, woohoo~ We watched &amp;quot;Be with you&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;War of the worlds&amp;quot; back to back! To my surprise, &amp;quot;Be&amp;quot; is so much better than i thought.. meaningful and poignant love story.. a very beautiful story with a beautiful twist, highly recommended!!! i dun usually watch movies about romance cos' i'm simply not interested (more into horror and war shows) so i'm really glad that shihui wanted to watch it.. hehe, my first movie marathon.. &amp;quot;War&amp;quot; was negligible.. think it'll soon fall into oblivion.. the beginning was the usual hollywood special effects and stuff, not so bad.. but once the alien machines started sucking human blood, i was totally turned off *roll eyes.. why would the so-called intellectual and high-tech machines need to suck something as primitive as human blood? duh. then the ending is also quite abrupt, maybe cos' it'ssuch asimple end to the disaster.. but i like the documentary-style of the movie.  Anyways, i broke my no-shopping rule. i bought this pair of classy U.R.S shoes at 40% discount, yay! have been eyeing it since dunno when.. so now it's only abt 24 bucks..oh, now that i mention shopping, i also bought an edgypair of dusty-pink knee lengthberms that is so in now, :)my mum paid for it, heh..  ah shit, jus realised i bought more stuff but decided againstlisting them out so as not to make me feel guilty.  met up with audrey and salene today.. funny pair :P It's always comfortable hanging out with them. we had a simple dinner at Scotts foodcourt and then dessert at Plaza Sing's secret recipe.. had wanted to go Gelare for my free coffee (UOB campus card, hee) but there're so many pple there, hmpt, and the waiters dunno how to allocate seats so ya, we ended up having yummy cheesecakes and iced chocolate.  Gonna go to this salon at redhill with shihui tmr to dye my hair, yipee! Dye, highlight, cut and treatment for $59, woohoo~ hope it's good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112801246726685210?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112801246726685210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112801246726685210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112801246726685210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112801246726685210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/cathay-is-best-cinema.html' title='Cathay is the best cinema'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112794398138562536</id><published>2005-09-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:46:21.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank the makers of Tylenol, specifically Tylenol PM, for allowing me to finnaly get some sleep last night.  In other news I am bored, and the camera is here, so there will probably be more pictures later on today. Perhaps i will practice drums like I'm supposed to instead soI can actually know what I'm talking about instead of just sounding like it.  This was posted at 1 2 3 4 cool. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112794398138562536?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112794398138562536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112794398138562536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112794398138562536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112794398138562536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112792553595718192</id><published>2005-09-28T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:38:55.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Well I just started up my space, yeah I know it took a while. I guess I'm not too up to date on the latest &amp;quot;cool&amp;quot; things but thats just me. Well tonight I went bowling with Jacko, it was fun. Now I'm just sitting here playin around with this thing. Well thats all I have to say for now. Peace. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112792553595718192?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112792553595718192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112792553595718192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112792553595718192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112792553595718192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112785731901686326</id><published>2005-09-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:41:59.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Years of Solitude</title><content type='html'> Finally I figure out how to make my notebook connected to the network. I again realize how bad it is to depend on something so strongly. Its still not as easy to surf as I was in NY. But I know, it is what new life is all about...Disconnections and reconnections.  I was thinking reading something when I tried to be a full time Mom I tried to re-read it is a very sad story. I gave up after reading the first chapter. Then I thought about the book Elana gave me--One Hundred Years of Solitude is still sailing on Atlantic ocean ( or Pacific ocean?). I found the Chinese version on my sisters bookshelf. I want to read the English version as always (maybe the Spanish version is even better since its the original version...).I definitely will go get the English version. Be warned: this is not a clear-cut story;it can be confusing, and the repetition of names makes it more difficult by far to keep track of who is who. It is really not a fun thing reading this bookat the beginning. Ill take my time to wait for that click.     &amp;quot;       &amp;quot; --  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112785731901686326?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112785731901686326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112785731901686326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112785731901686326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112785731901686326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-hundred-years-of-solitude.html' title='One Hundred Years of Solitude'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112783957961617541</id><published>2005-09-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:46:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UmMmM iono what i did haha</title><content type='html'>well this weekend i was grounded soooo i didnt do ne thing really saturday morning i went to Jalens baseball tourny in Russia then sunday got up early again and did the same thing there team and pretty good and they got in second!! and i finally get to be on msn haha and i got to talk to alisha haha b4 shes leaves i sure none of u care but hey i do lol I have volleyball lifting in New Knoxville at 9 in the morning tomorrow lol then prob come home and SLEEP well thats all i gtg love ya bye bye natasha   Im gona MISS they Meyers family (lisha gets to stay here tho yeah!!!) best of luck to you guys! hehe &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112783957961617541?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112783957961617541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112783957961617541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112783957961617541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112783957961617541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/ummmm-iono-what-i-did-haha.html' title='UmMmM iono what i did haha'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112777117360693544</id><published>2005-09-26T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:46:13.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>OMFG DAMNIT! MY DAD SAYS I CANT BE ONLINE FOR ANOTHER 2 WEEKS COZ ILL GET &amp;quot;Distracted&amp;quot; and shit from studies! Fuck the keystage 3's, Fuck Maths, Fuck english, FUCK THEM ALL. I swear to fucking God if i get the tiniest bit more pissed off i WILL kill myself. Stress is fucking turning me inside out, breaking my ribs one by one and shattering my fucking shins.  I wish there was some way, that i wouldnt have to do the Key Stage 3's, or if they were canceled or something, because there fucking stress causing pieces of useless shit! Why dont they just use tests we've done through the year instead of Making us revise 3 years for 3 STUPID, FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT, JUST SO WE CAN SHOW WHAT PROGRESS WE'VE MADE IN THREE YEARS. WHY THE FUCK DONT WE JUST USE THE OTHER TESTS FOR A FAIRER RESULT? Well, im just gonna go off and be real pissed off for two weeks now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112777117360693544?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112777117360693544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112777117360693544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112777117360693544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112777117360693544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112775245596681168</id><published>2005-09-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:34:16.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It might be a while</title><content type='html'>So, my computer has been giving me a hard time for about the last week, but now it's totally out of commission. Jay and I backed it up this weekend and then formatted it. Now, however, my computer is refusing to load Windows, so I currently have a shell of a computer. I'm going to give it a try again today, but I'm not holding out hope. There may be a new laptop in my future - a blessing and a curse. I've had a lot of problems with this machine, so I'd be thrilled to be out from under it. With the move, however, it's not a great time to spend a couple of thousand on a new computer. I can make do for a little while (there are two shared computers at work), but it won't work in any long term sense. So, don't expect a whole lot of posting to be going on from my end in the near future...wish me luck with the piece of crap I currently own.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112775245596681168?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112775245596681168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112775245596681168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112775245596681168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112775245596681168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-might-be-while.html' title='It might be a while'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112768471539237574</id><published>2005-09-25T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:45:15.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just being me</title><content type='html'>hmm, read the newspapers today and was rather depressed after seeing all the news on motorcycle accidents, many of them fatal. maybe there used to be a lot of these kinda reports but i was younger then. Many of the pple i know ride a bike now and i'll worry for their safety. and of cos' mine, haha.. cos i usually ride pillion.. i sent an sms telling ws to ride safely after that cos' i felt i had to do so :) oh, anyway, i have a habit of reading the newspapers after i brushed my teeth when i wake up in e morning..if i dun get my hands on them i'll be v disoriented thruout the day and have the feeling that i haven done something..haha, weird. So whenever i have morning lessons, or jobs that require me to wake up early in the morning, i'll set the alarm at 15 mins before the actual waking time, so that i have time for my newspapers.. haha, sounds like some ah pek. Speaking of weird, i have this theory (i like to think of it as original) that we shld nv say anything out of the ordinary when we leave the house or the country.. i dunno how to explain exactly but u know how the newspapers always interview the family of pple who died from accidents and they will always say something like &amp;quot;he said he will soon be on tv but we didn't know it will turn out like this&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;he seems to know when he said he love usas he left the house that day&amp;quot;.. so i'll usually jus say &amp;quot;bye&amp;quot; to air when i leave the house or a simple &amp;quot;have fun&amp;quot; when my siblings leave the country, haha. stupid superstition some may say but heck, if it makes me feel more at ease :P Close bidding tmr from 1-3pm!! hope my internet connection won't fail me at that critical time! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112768471539237574?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112768471539237574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112768471539237574' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112768471539237574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112768471539237574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-being-me.html' title='just being me'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15839813.post-112766662435733628</id><published>2005-09-25T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:43:44.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness...</title><content type='html'>First off... where is everyone. I get all these complaints that I don't update my site, so then when i update it.. I don't hear from ya'll . GoodnessTomorrow is my last day of work. A nice easy 6 hour day. That I can handle. I am going to spend the morning finish packing, sending my packages, and heading to the parks to get some last minuet stuff, as well as go to the bank. In any case I really should be going to bed. I want to get up around 7:30 tomorrow. I know crazy, but i have a week and half to sleep in. :).Anyway, i just wanted everyone to know i miss you guys a ton. Hope to talk to you soon.CaitiePS... I am starting to feel better &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112766662435733628?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112766662435733628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112766662435733628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112766662435733628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112766662435733628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/goodness.html' title='Goodness...'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112759480162427850</id><published>2005-09-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:46:41.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish she had a Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did it. My plan went well, though the result wasn't that happy for me. It's all good, as long as she is happy, what more can I ask for......... Valentine's Dayis supposed to beone of the happiest days in our lives. I should be happy because I lived it romantically, even crazily.Lovemakessense when you come to the question why you live, at least that's the case for me. Thanks, my friends, thank you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112759480162427850?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112759480162427850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112759480162427850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112759480162427850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112759480162427850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wish-she-had-happy-valentines-day.html' title='I wish she had a Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112757678443186838</id><published>2005-09-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:46:24.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My plethora of idiosyncrasies...</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be amusing to enumerate some of my many quirks, and after ruminating on that topic for a while, I realized that I'm probably more idiosyncratic than most -- or at least that's what my paranoid inner voices tell me. Just kidding. I don't have voices telling me what to do, although there have been moments in my life where I wish I did. Anyway, hopefully people will find my inherent weirdness to be a source of amusement, and that's all that matters. As long as one can be remembered for something is the important thing. So, with that in mind, let's fire up this puppy...      Beans -- I have a fanatical aversion to beans, especially baked beans, navy beans, pinto beans, and kidney beans. This isn't a new quirk of mine, since I can clearly remember as a child being force-fed baked beans, and then I gagged on them. I can't stand the sight, smell, or touch of baked beans or anything similar to that. I'm totally serious -- I become slightly nauseated merely by watching those Bush's Baked Bean commercials on television (although I do love Duke the Dog. He's adorable). For some reason, chickpeas and soybeans don't invoke waves of nausea in me.      Timepieceon my rightwrist -- When I got my very first watch (which was a genuine Swiss movement Mickey Mouse Watch), my parents put it on my left wrist, which is the proper place for watches when one is right-handed, and I am right-handed. However, the feeling of the watch on my left wrist was so irritating that it was maddening, and so from that point forward I always wear my watch on my right hand. For me it feel so natural and I enjoy it. I can wear my silver Tibetan bracelet on my left wrist, and it's not irritating in the least.       The smell of meat -- I'm vegetarian (but I do love dairy foods), and I've been this way for most of my life. It would be great if I could say that I have some noble, spiritual reason for being vegetarian, but I honestly don't. The truth is that I cannot stand the smell of meat -- any meat. As a child I remember being sickened by the smell of bacon cooking, or ham, or turkey (I especially hate the smell of turkey), or chicken, or beef, etc. Naturally my parents attempted to get me to eat meat, but they'll testify that it was practically impossible to do it. One of my Aunts used to try to get me to eat meat by disguising it in mashed potatoes, which really didn't work all that well. To this very day I can't stand the smell of Kentucky Fried Chicken or any other fast food restaurant, which brings me to my next quirk...      Fast-Food Virgin -- Because of my aversion to meat, I am probably one of the very few human beings in North America who has never tasted a Big Mac, Chicken McNuggets, KFC Original Recipe, or a Wendy's Roast Beef Sandwich. I know it sounds pretty fucked up, and I'm sure that the Department of Homeland Security will find that I'm an anti-American deviant (that's not too awfully difficult to prove), but I have lived my life without ever asking &amp;quot;Where's the beef?&amp;quot; Well, perhaps regarding foodstuffs, that is.      The use of &amp;quot;yous&amp;quot; -- Merely typing that was like listening to someone drag their fingernails down a chalkboard. I truly feel my intestines twitch whenever I hear someone say &amp;quot;yous&amp;quot; as the second person plural pronoun, and I hear that word quite a bit in these parts. Contrary to what the people in Maryland may think of their sophistication and superiority over the poor bastards in West Virginia, the fact is that more Marylanders say &amp;quot;yous&amp;quot; than just about anyone else -- at least that's been my experience. Coupled with a Baltimorese accent and it's enough to make my brain liquefy. Seriously, you should hear it one time.      Excessive use of Internet shorthand -- This particular quirkprobably stems from the fact that I do type over 100 words per minute on the computer, so I personally don't use that manyInternet shorthand or acronyms while chatting or sending emails. I just do the old-fashioned thing of typing out practically everything.I do makefrequent use of the shorthand forms &amp;quot;LOL&amp;quot; and so some extent &amp;quot;WTF&amp;quot;, but that's about it. However,itdrives me nuts to see people type out these really long and elaborate acronymsthat would put a federal government office to shame. Besides,I think it's best not to assume that everyone in a particular chatroom will know the latest acronyms and so forth, and I really don't think some of the acronyms use out there are all that time-saving. They might as well be using Kanji characters.      Paperback books -- I really don't like paperback books. Whenever I can do so, I will always purchase the hardcover edition of a book -- and if it's leather-bound, it's even better. This is especially true for religious or spiritual books I purchase, for I've always believed that if a text is sacred or is definitely related to something sacred, then the paper and the binding should reflect that. That doesn't mean that I don't have paperbacks in my collection, which I do. Tons of them. I would rather that they be hardcover. And don't get me started on the lousy paper these companies use to print texts...      Food must never touch -- Okay, here's another food-related quirk of mine, but I am comforted in the knowledge that there are many of you out there who share this one. I prefer to have all the food on my plate neatly separated, and I can't understand why people insist upon basically dumping everything together in the center of the plate. I want to be able to taste each serving separately. Yes, I've heard the remark that &amp;quot;Well, the food all goes into the same place anyway,&amp;quot; andI can't help butimagine these people with their faces in a trough.      West Virginia whining -- This pet peeve of mine is regional, or at least I think it is. I haven't experienced anything similar to it anywhere else. The problem arises whenever you meet someone on the street, and you do the typical greeting of, &amp;quot;Hello. How are you doing?&amp;quot; Throughout most of the United States, the &amp;quot;how are you doing&amp;quot; is nothing more than a rhetorical question designed to be a pleasantry. Not so in West Virginia. When you ask someone how they are doing, the person will tell you -- and in excruciating, sometimes gruesomedetail -- and this can go on forclose to a half-hour or longer if you permit it. These people will tell you everything thathas ever gone wrong with them and/or their extended family to thethird generation.And what's really bad is whenever you are seated in a restaurant and these people will discuss their bowel movements, surgeries, oozing sores, etc., which does have the benefit of serving as a natural appetite suppressant. Therefore, it is very rare for me to ask someone how they are doing.       Stuffed Animals -- I am a stuffed animal fanatic and I've always been one. I have preserved nearly every stuffed animal I have ever had in my life, and the prize of my collection is my Raggedy Andy doll that my Grandmother (vichnaja pam'jat) had made for my first birthday in 1969. Andy has definitely seen better days, but he's still here with me -- and if truth be told, he has more frequent flyer miles than most Americans. He's been everywhere with me, and chances are that he'll be buried with me when the time comes. And yes, deep-down I believe that the stuffed animals are in some way conscious and alive. It's a completely irrational thought, but at least I'll admit to it.      Driving -- I honestly hate driving. I've never really enjoyed driving, even when I was younger, and if I can avoid driving at all, I will. If I had my choice, I'd take public transportation just about everywhere. I guess I have a phobia about driving and I've never felt competent as a driver. I've told my friends that one of the very first things I'd do if I ever won the Powerball Jackpot would be to hire a chauffer.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112757678443186838?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112757678443186838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112757678443186838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112757678443186838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112757678443186838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-plethora-of-idiosyncrasies.html' title='My plethora of idiosyncrasies...'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112750753640000494</id><published>2005-09-23T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:32:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Nice Pup Like Me Doing in a Place Like This?</title><content type='html'>That's somefhing upon which I often reflect. Me birfh-mum, Sage, had us pups in the rugged Outback. Mum found it quite challenging being a single parent wifh seven tykes to manage. To make matters worse, Mum lost one of her legs to a crocodile. I suspect we lost all of Dad to a croc since he wasn't there to help raise us.  I'm sure Mum fhought she was keeping good track of us, but a few of us pups had fallen in with a gang of Dingos and participated in some slightly deliquent behaviour. It seems there is only so much mischief you can get into before the aufhorities step in and do somefhing.   There was one outing to the Sydney Opera House where we attempted to redecorate it Dingo-style. First, we did a little territorymarking (you know, wifh urine), and then we switched to spray paint. After the Dingos crudely scrawled &amp;quot;Dingos Rule&amp;quot; in giant letters across the structure, I felt compelled to add me own sentiment: &amp;quot;and Kiwi&amp;quot;. I'm still not sure how they traced that back to me.   I fhink that it was the straw that broke the camel's cup because we were packed up and sent to the States. We were put into PACC's foster care program where we learned to &amp;quot;Read and write and be po-lite&amp;quot;. That's what fostering is all about (although &amp;quot;Fosters&amp;quot; is also Australian for &amp;quot;beer&amp;quot;). More supervision meant less time for trouble, and most of us have been on our best behaviour since. I still enjoy territory marking when no one's looking. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112750753640000494?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112750753640000494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112750753640000494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112750753640000494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112750753640000494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-nice-pup-like-me-doing-in-place.html' title='What&apos;s a Nice Pup Like Me Doing in a Place Like This?'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112748984375689867</id><published>2005-09-23T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:37:23.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noticias</title><content type='html'>weno e toy mas aburrido q en vacaciones :P por lo tanto voy a escribir en este espacio cibernetico :O  ajajjaja tamos a amsrtes y ma;ana miercoles subimos pal colorado... ta lloviendo a toda raja en mi casa y se ve peludo subirr...todo caso ma;ana voy a tar calmadito en el pinguino...:P y en la tarde al snowpark..  ahh nada mas q contar... eso nomas y ojala q despejee!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112748984375689867?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112748984375689867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112748984375689867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112748984375689867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112748984375689867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/noticias.html' title='Noticias'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112742171564862055</id><published>2005-09-22T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:41:55.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wesley</title><content type='html'>check out the pictures of wesley!!! he's sooooo gosh darn adorable that I can't quit taking pictures of him Also, Kory had an awsome baseball season playing for the Piqua Junior high team and for pittensbarger (spelling???). He had a total of 6 home runs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wesley and I were able to make it to his last game on Wednesday where he played great!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112742171564862055?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112742171564862055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112742171564862055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112742171564862055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112742171564862055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/wesley.html' title='Wesley'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112740306260743591</id><published>2005-09-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:31:02.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in this room is edible. Even me. But that, children,
 is called canniballism and is frowned upon in most societies.</title><content type='html'>Last week was SO much fun! My cousins Bryan and Paige (both my age), Jared (Rachel's age), Blake (Jennifer's age) and Jalissa (aka Bean, going into 1st grade) stayed over at my house. Every night Bryan, Rachel, Jared, Paige and I stayed up untill 2 or 3 am watching movies. I can't remember all we watched, so im getting the list from Paige's xanga site. (I hope its right...) Monday- Hercules, 12 Monkeys, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, The Breakfast Club Tuesday- Goonies, Resident Evil, The Perfect Score Wednesday- Resident Evil: Apocalypse, Team America, (started) Clue Thursday- (finished) Clue, Napolean Dynamite, Drop Dead Gorgeuos, Interview with a Vampire, Minority Report After the last movie on Thursday at 5 am, Jared decided to go streaking through our backyard. Don't ask...but it was very very funny!  On Friday my family and I are flying to San Diego for a week!! It's going to be so much fun!! Dad has a meeting there, so we're just &amp;quot;tagging along.&amp;quot;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112740306260743591?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112740306260743591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112740306260743591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112740306260743591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112740306260743591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/everything-in-this-room-is-edible-even.html' title='Everything in this room is edible. Even me. But that, children,&#xA; is called canniballism and is frowned upon in most societies.'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112733468481401179</id><published>2005-09-21T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:31:24.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Better!</title><content type='html'>marketing... Microsoft... ... Microsoft... ... 90%... ... Intele-Bay... Microsoft... ... ... WindowsOffices... Linux... ... ... ?... ... ... (.NETVisual StudiosegmentXboxsegment... ... ... ... Toursim... ... ... ... process... ... ... sense...  Mariners... ... White Sox... 526... ... ...Sonics... ... ... ...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112733468481401179?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112733468481401179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112733468481401179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112733468481401179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112733468481401179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/feel-better.html' title='Feel Better!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112731657291317080</id><published>2005-09-21T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:29:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf</title><content type='html'>Played my first game of golf in 2+ years. The first two holes were aweful as I started to back into the game. One thing I noticed was that I seemed to hit more of the top of the ball than the middle lol how sad...It was fun and it also came with a real good steak dinner. Mmmmm    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112731657291317080?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112731657291317080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112731657291317080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112731657291317080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112731657291317080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/golf.html' title='Golf'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112724913349285293</id><published>2005-09-20T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:45:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bueller?  Bueller?</title><content type='html'>Sorry no decent post today. It's been CRAZY AS FUCK here in the unnamed bureacracy that I work for. You should be proud...your tax dollars were well spent today (not that I'm a slacker on other days or anything). I ended up working on other things during my breaks/lunch today.  Peace out, beeyotches. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112724913349285293?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112724913349285293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112724913349285293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112724913349285293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112724913349285293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/bueller-bueller.html' title='Bueller?  Bueller?'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112723019293101100</id><published>2005-09-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:29:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About to Leave Conover!!</title><content type='html'>Man, I can't wait to leave this place! I think Michelle is going to move back to Missouri when she takes Priscilla back home. Good! She doesn't need to be with her boyfriends hick ass! Gosh, he irratates the shit out of me! He is always putting the blame on someone. Fucker! Oh well, I don't have to see him anymore and I thank God for that!! I hope everything turns out for Michelle when she gets back to Missouri.   Back Home I hear everything is going good over there. Sharinda, Nick, and Isaiah are all happy which is good. Oh, and Isaiah is getting his teeth in which is very good. Now he better start to crawlin! Monica and Vadale are doing good. His one year birthday is coming up and he is just growing up so fast. Hopefully Monica remembers to send me some pics of his first birthday. Holly and Phung have completed their one year together and they are doing just great. As for the rest of them I guess they are doing good as well.  FLORIDA I hope to get there tomorrow so I can go to Wet N Wild with V and the sistas. Well, we will see.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112723019293101100?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112723019293101100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112723019293101100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112723019293101100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112723019293101100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/about-to-leave-conover.html' title='About to Leave Conover!!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112716276868601948</id><published>2005-09-19T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:46:08.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My IQs</title><content type='html'>I had nothing else to put, so I thought I might as well just put my IQ's here. IQ's do not measure intelligence, so me having an above-average IQ doesn't really mean much to me. I do like seeing those numbers though. Feel free to tell me what you think.   Congratulations, Ruben!Your IQ score is 133   This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Visual Mathematician. This means you are gifted at spotting patterns  both in pictures and in numbers. These talents combined with your overall high intelligence make you good at understanding the big picture, which is why people trust your instincts and turn to you for direction  especially in the workplace.  Ruben, your Super IQ score is 131   Your overall intelligence quotient is the result of a scientifically-tested formula based on how many questions you answered correctly. But it's only part of what we learned about you from your answers on the test. We also determined the way you process information.The way you think about things makes you a Numerical Logician. This means that you're exceptionally strong in mathematics and at using logic to solve problems  you have a way with numbers. But that's not all  compared to others you're very detail-oriented, highly organized, and good at understanding things on a complex and abstract level. You're also a quick study when it comes to learning new things or understanding new concepts.   How did we determine that your thinking style is that of a Numerical Logician? When we examined your test results further, we analyzed how you scored on 8 dimensions of intelligence: spatial, organizational, abstract reasoning, logical, mechanical, verbal, visual and numerical. The 3 dimensions you scored highest on combine to make you a Numerical Logician. Only 6 out of 1,000 people have this rare combination of abilities. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112716276868601948?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112716276868601948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112716276868601948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112716276868601948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112716276868601948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-iqs.html' title='My IQs'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112714407217926779</id><published>2005-09-19T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:34:32.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm, i didn't think i'd write in this much</title><content type='html'>never mind, i thought i was going to tell you guys all about my day, but i determined you didn't care and it wasn't very exciting not to mention i'm going to go cry into a bowl of macaroni  Have a GREAT Freakin Day DipstICK &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112714407217926779?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112714407217926779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112714407217926779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112714407217926779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112714407217926779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm-i-didnt-think-id-write-in-this.html' title='hmm, i didn&apos;t think i&apos;d write in this much'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112707634649840853</id><published>2005-09-18T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:45:46.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporeans really like this? some is very funny...hee</title><content type='html'>The Titanic was sinking, and there weren't enough lifeboats.    &amp;gt;So the captain had to persuade male passengers to jump into the icy waters to make room for women and children.    &amp;gt;To the British he said. &amp;quot;You must act like gentlemen.&amp;quot; They jumped.    &amp;gt;To the Americans he said, &amp;quot;You can be heroes.&amp;quot; They complied.    &amp;gt;To the Germans he said, &amp;quot;It's the rule.&amp;quot; They obeyed.    &amp;gt;To the Japanese he said,&amp;quot; It's the consensus.&amp;quot; They obliged.    &amp;gt;Then came the Singaporean and they just weren't budging until he    &amp;gt;came up with the appeal: &amp;quot;Free life jackets for those who jumped.&amp;quot;    &amp;gt;--------------------------------------------------    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   One day, two Ah Lians got into a lift from the 20th storey and want to get down to the ground floor. As they looked at the dial, they could see the number 20 down to number 2. It was then followed by a G. As they not English-educated, they were puzzled and had no i! dea what does the letter G mean. Suddenly one of them exclaimed excitedly and hit G. When they finally reached the ground floor, the other Ah Lian was so impressed and asked the first Ah Lian,&amp;quot;Wah low!!!, how you know one?&amp;quot; The first Ah Lian reply smugly, &amp;quot;Easy lah.. G for Gero mah...&amp;quot;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   --------------------------------------------------    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   A gas station was trying to increase its sales, so the owner put up a sign saying, &amp;quot;Free Sex with Fill-Up.&amp;quot;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   Soon a local guy pulled in, filled his tank, and then asked for his free sex.  The owner told him to pick a number from 1 to 10. If he guessed correctly, he would get his free sex. The guy then guessed 8, and the proprietor said, &amp;quot;You were close. The number was 7. Sorry, no sex this time.&amp;quot;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   A week later, the same guy, along with a friend, pulled in for a fill-up. Again he asked for his free sex. The pro! prietor again  gave him the same story, and asked him to guess the correct    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   number.    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   The  guy guessed 2 this time. Again the proprietor said, &amp;quot;Sorry, it was 3.    &amp;gt;   You were close, but no free sex this time.&amp;quot; As they were driving away, the guy said to his friend, &amp;quot;I think that game is rigged and he doesn't really give away free sex.&amp;quot;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   His friend replied,  &amp;quot;No it ain't, rigged --- my wife won twice last week!!&amp;quot;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   --------------------------------------------------    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   One day, there is an American, one Italian, a Singaporean and Bangladeshi travel around on a private helicopter.    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   After about one hour travelling, the American take out his cigarette (Dunhill) lighted it up and start smoking after two sip, he throw the balance of the cigarette.    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   The others thre! e persons surprise and ask &amp;quot; Why didn't you finish-up the cigarette before throwing ?    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   &amp;quot; He reply arrogantly &amp;quot; there is a lot of cigarette in my country&amp;quot;.    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   Half an hour later the Italian take a bottle of branded perfume and apply on him and the rest he throw out of the    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   window. The other three persons was surprised and ask &amp;quot;Why did you throw away the perfume ? &amp;quot;. .    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   The Italian reply also &amp;quot;there is alot of perfume in my country&amp;quot;    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   The Singaporean don't know what to do &amp;amp; suddenly push that Bangladeshi out of the helicopter.    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   The other two person was shouted crazyly    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   &amp;quot;Why did you push him !!!!!!!?????? &amp;quot; .    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   The Singaporean say slowly &amp;quot;There is a lot of Bangladeshi in my country &amp;quot;.    &amp;gt;    &amp;gt;   Everybody keep quiet and stayed away from the Singaporean  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112707634649840853?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112707634649840853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112707634649840853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112707634649840853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112707634649840853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/singaporeans-really-like-this-some-is.html' title='Singaporeans really like this? some is very funny...hee'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112705764312145193</id><published>2005-09-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:34:03.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this lyrics</title><content type='html'>I want to bring you all that is in my heart I want to bring you my everything But I failed you so many times How Can I stan here in front of you When I begin to steal what only belongs to you I am able to bring you nothing that isnt alredy yours I am so ashamed of what I ever called myown Take what I have, take these broken remains What can I give you that you don't alredy deserve You laid down your life when I refused to give mine. As I Lay Dying   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112705764312145193?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112705764312145193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112705764312145193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112705764312145193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112705764312145193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-this-lyrics.html' title='I love this lyrics'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112698917952800216</id><published>2005-09-17T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:32:59.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally I know...</title><content type='html'>everything u do is just...IN A BAD DAY!!!!!!!  Where is the moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost They tell me your blue skies fade to grey They tell me your passion's gone away And I don't need no carryin' on You stand in the line just to hit a new low You're faking a smile with the coffee you go You tell me your life's been way off line You're falling to pieces everytime And I don't need no carryin' on Cause you had a bad day You're taking one down You sing a sad song just to turn it around You say you don't know You tell me don't lie You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day The camera don't lie You're coming back down and you really don't mind You had a bad day You had a bad day Well you need a blue sky holiday The point is they laugh at what you say And I don't need no carryin' on    ...... ...        -     -tk   inside Zentrady 2    ...... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112698917952800216?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112698917952800216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112698917952800216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112698917952800216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112698917952800216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally-i-know.html' title='finally I know...'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112697140048971072</id><published>2005-09-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:36:40.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I saw my dad</title><content type='html'>My dad and I saw the movie Dukes of Hazzard. It was a horrible movie. I did not like it at all. Omg I'm running on no sleep right now, it's crazy. I couldn't sleep all night. So I'm pretty tired right now. I'm probably going to be going to bed at like 10 something. I'm that tired. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112697140048971072?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112697140048971072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112697140048971072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112697140048971072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112697140048971072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-i-saw-my-dad.html' title='Today I saw my dad'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112690281461285831</id><published>2005-09-16T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:33:34.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WooHoo!</title><content type='html'>Everybody's working for the weekendEverybody wants a little romanceEverybody's goin' off the deep endEverybody needs a second chance, ohYou want a piece of my heartYou better start from startYou wanna be in the showCome on baby lets go Everyone's looking to see if it was youEveryone wants you to come throughEveryone's hoping it'll all work outEveryone's waiting they're holding out  Workin' For the Weekend - Loverboy  WOOHOO!!!! The weekend is here ... Here are my 3's - your turn ... (BTW - I hate these things) THREE ONLINE NAMES YOU HAVE USED:  lucindatoo lucitoo58 Lucinda-too  THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:  legs &amp;amp; chest eyelashes strength  THREE THINGS YOU HATE (but can improve) ABOUT YOURSELF:  eating habits procrastination insecurities  THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:  OKIE!  German English  THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:  spiders marriage having a fiery car accident  THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:  shower  coffee Blogging/writing/reading  THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:  sky-diving t-shirt  bright orange shorts purple flip-flops (okay maybe I should hate my clothing sense)  THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS/ARTISTS AT THE MOMENT:  Michael Buble  Kenny Chesney  Sheryl Crow  THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:  Geez, Im over 40, theres not much I want to try that I havent tried ditto ditto  THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (Love is a given):  honest communication  companionship  mutual R-E-S-P-E-C-T   TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no order):  my initials are LLL I LOVE yard work Ive been told I talk too much  THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO:  smiles big guys eyelashes  THREE THINGS YOU JUST CANT DO: 1. not get weepy when I see dead fur babies on the road 2. eat liver 3. dance   THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:  my old house  writing learning  THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:  this very minute - eat  soon  learn to dance hit the beach  THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:  Jamaica Mexico  Italy  THREE KIDS NAMES:  I teach school, there is no way I could name a kid    THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:  grow old  own a bar on the beach drink wine in Tuscany visit often ~ cindi &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112690281461285831?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112690281461285831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112690281461285831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112690281461285831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112690281461285831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/woohoo.html' title='WooHoo!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112688532690149000</id><published>2005-09-16T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:42:06.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is sooo true....Girls...read this!!!</title><content type='html'>Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait fortheguy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world whenyouare in your sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, Wait forthe one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you andhow lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, &amp;quot;...that's her.&amp;quot;  I think i've found that guy....or at least i really really really hope i have!!!! I love you Christopher Lee!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112688532690149000?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112688532690149000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112688532690149000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112688532690149000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112688532690149000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-sooo-truegirlsread-this.html' title='This is sooo true....Girls...read this!!!'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112681697037593534</id><published>2005-09-15T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:42:50.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what stefi. . .</title><content type='html'>hey stefi lisson k. . . . I dont care what you say bout me I dont mess with other girls as much as you might think. . . I dont use girls and I really dont want you to be talking bout me k . . . . I dont say crap bout you behind your back so Y dont you just say what you think of me to my face. . . . I can take what ever you got cuz like I said I dont give a damn no more bout what you think. . . . I let you know that I dont trust you I dont like you very much and you sound like a tottal. . . . . femail dog. . . . . .I dont like you I dont like you and if you dont like me and if you dont dont like you then Y am I still on your msn list ya think bout that bye bye    I dont like you  BIG RON!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112681697037593534?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112681697037593534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112681697037593534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112681697037593534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112681697037593534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-know-what-stefi.html' title='you know what stefi. . .'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112679897954751891</id><published>2005-09-15T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:42:59.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day after</title><content type='html'>sunday... last nite wus the dragfoot concert.. it wus aweosme, some parts kinda got crazy tho, and i feel bad bout sumthing..... lots of stuff has changed.......last week of school so that means finals which sux..... idk wut else 2 say so *l8erz* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112679897954751891?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112679897954751891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112679897954751891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112679897954751891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112679897954751891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-after.html' title='day after'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112672997519071777</id><published>2005-09-14T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:32:55.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UK Adverts</title><content type='html'>  There are many times that I see a commercial on TV and I think - I wonder if that would fly in America or If it has made it to America. On the left I have added a new list (UK Adverts) that I will update from time to time with new TV commercials I either find funny, strange, shocking, interesting or just a bit too outrageous to fly in the states. I hope you enjoy it... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112672997519071777?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112672997519071777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112672997519071777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112672997519071777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112672997519071777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/uk-adverts.html' title='UK Adverts'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112671264112492313</id><published>2005-09-14T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:44:01.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRA</title><content type='html'>Well, I am very glad to see the IRA has annonced that they will lay down thier arms! I look forward to a truly peaceful Ireland. I wonder what lessons can be learned from that conflict? If in fact it is now a political action then we can look at how both sides handled the conflict. The British made many mistakesand so did the IRA. Both parties also made many good moves. The most important lesson as I see it is inthe de-escalation that the Brits finnally used. That is the essence of fighting4th GW. While maintaining the ability to fight another state military (3rd GW) they learned to fight a 4th GW. The US has to learn these lessons.We have a friend in Great Briton who can and will share. I hope wecan take advantage of that.  If we go back to the beginning we can learn a lot about what NOT to do. Forcing an unwanted religion on a people was a great mistake. If you look at the history you can see a lot of stuff we did not fall into. Some of it we did. We used heavy divisionsto defeat the Iraqi state military but failed to include enough light elements to fight the terrorist element. That lefttroops trained to rely ona &amp;quot;fix and destroy&amp;quot; method instead of troops trained to conserve ammo and maneuver. All these are fixable as we learn, but we cannot forget that we have state threats out there too. We must maintain our heavy divisions while creating new, light units capable of getting in and getting out without causing collateral damage or civilian casualties.  Thats more than I intended to say! I'm sure the Missus will correct my spelling and grammer for me! Thanks Dear. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112671264112492313?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112671264112492313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112671264112492313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112671264112492313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112671264112492313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/ira.html' title='IRA'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112664398482658178</id><published>2005-09-13T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:39:44.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a nerd.   He was the black sheep of his family.   One day, the nerd decided to go to a party.   He thought, &amp;quot;I will bring pizza to the party, and everyone will like me.&amp;quot;   But when he arrived at the Pizzeria, he realized that he had no money.   The Pizza guy took pity on him and gave him a free pizza, saying &amp;quot;Don't tell anyone.&amp;quot;   So the nerd left for the party, glancing at his watch and hoping he would not be late.   On the way to the party, he whistled a jaunty tune.   He merged onto the freeway, thinking he would take a shortcut.   But traffic was bad, and the line of cars on the freeway moved very slowly.   The nerdwas heartbroken, sure that he wouldmiss the party altogether.    All of a sudden, his cel phone rang.   It was his old high school crush! She said that her flight had just arrived in town.   &amp;quot;Would you like to meet me for coffee?&amp;quot; she asked.   &amp;quot;Would I ever!!&amp;quot; he replied, thinking romantic thoughts.   He got off at the first exit he came to, as it began to rain.   He remembered seeing a guy give a girl flowers in a movie once.   He stopped at a flower shop and offered to trade the pizza for a single red rose.   But it was raining very hard and the rose was damaged on his way back tothe car.   [Oh no! What will he do now? Tune in next time to find out!]      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112664398482658178?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112664398482658178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112664398482658178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112664398482658178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112664398482658178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/story.html' title='a story'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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-15839813.post-112662609625189568</id><published>2005-09-13T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T08:41:36.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend has started</title><content type='html'>we are getting ready for Memorial day, lets hope the weather will keep up!!  We have nothing big planned, maybe a small size family BBQ and working on our business.I love to kick back with husband and kids and take some time for each other, life can be such a rush sometimes.  The kids are more and more playing with each other, which is adorable to see how they interact together. I never hada brother or sister so I learn a lot too while they are growing up. Right now we are in the fase of learning how to share...lots of fun and sometimes a pain if you get my drift!Getting ready to explore some recipes for the BBQ and some other foods that I would like to make for this weekend.TTFN! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15839813-112662609625189568?l=juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112662609625189568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15839813&amp;postID=112662609625189568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112662609625189568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15839813/posts/default/112662609625189568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaainsworthnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/memorial-weekend-has-started.html' title='Memorial Weekend has started'/><author><name>Julia Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02793640780571009627</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>
