<?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-6702660489918054149</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:42:22.416-07:00</updated><category term='rehearsal'/><category term='work'/><category term='blogthings'/><category term='play'/><title type='text'>Jen's Rambling of Awesomeness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702660489918054149.post-8336080337711007482</id><published>2008-11-27T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:37:34.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyoto Palace Karaoke</title><content type='html'>So, my birthday was on Saturday, but since my sister and I both work weekends, we all decided to go out for my birthday dinner the night before Thanksgiving (yesterday, as it turns out). Well, my sister's a vegetarian, my dad is pretty much against all cheese, my mom hates sushi and teriyaki (the rest of us love sushi) and I don't like most vegetables, so it's pretty hard to find someplace all four of us can agree on for food, which generally leaves Kyoto Palace as our usual place for dinners out. It's a hibachi grill, by the way. Anyway, last night was Wednesday, and apparently, they do karaoke there from 7-11. So, my sister and I both like to sing and we're good, too. So, during dinner, we decided we were totally gonna do karaoke after dinner. Anyway, we conned Mom &amp;amp; Dad into staying after dinner so we could do karaoke. Okay, so Mom went done to the car cuz she had a migraine. Anyway, so my sister and I signed up for our songs and waited and listened to everybody. Also, we were clearly the only sober people there. After probably 30 minutes or so, my sister was up. She sang Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. She did a great job, but unfortunately, it was a little hard to hear her. =( Oh well. Anyway, I was up after her and sang Gypsies, Tramps &amp;amp; Thieves. I thought I was terrible, but my sister said I did great. So, yay! =) Karaoke rules!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702660489918054149-8336080337711007482?l=narcissistictink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/8336080337711007482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702660489918054149&amp;postID=8336080337711007482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/8336080337711007482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/8336080337711007482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/2008/11/kyoto-palace-karaoke.html' title='Kyoto Palace Karaoke'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702660489918054149.post-296656362764331740</id><published>2008-11-19T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:43:49.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Directing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've decided something. I'm so never directing a scene with either of the two girls I just directed. One of them blew me off a few times and totally didn't seem to care. The other got all pissed at me because the first one wouldn't show up, like it was my fault. For the love of all that is holy, I cannot control the actions of other people! Not to mention, they argued with everything I said. Dude! I'm your director! I get the last say! Just because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;think one of your lines is supposed to be a lie doesn't necessarily mean it is...and when I tell you I want you to play it like it's true, you do it! Gah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702660489918054149-296656362764331740?l=narcissistictink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/296656362764331740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702660489918054149&amp;postID=296656362764331740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/296656362764331740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/296656362764331740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/2008/11/directing.html' title='Directing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702660489918054149.post-5770592221102450105</id><published>2008-10-26T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:19:08.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'>Weekend Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, the three weekend performances are over and we've had a great time. Yay. I've only had a few prop related problems (a flashlight for one of the scenes crapped out in the middle of the scene last night). Mostly, though, it's just been great. Exhausting, yeah, but great. Anyway, so last night, we finished up and after we put everything away and the actors got out of their costumes, some of the cast decided to go out to The Garret to hang out afterwards and since I was dressed and lookin' hot (that was what one of the other techs said before the show last night), there was no way I wasn't gonna go hang out. So, I figured I'd stick around for a bit and then head home. But, of course, some people I really wanted to spend some time with were there, so naturally, I didn't end up leaving until 1:00 (along with pretty much everybody else) and had to get up for the play today. Anyway, I got home, went to bed around 1:30 and was still exhausted when I woke up at 9:45...oh well, at least I got to sleep in like three hours later than I usually do on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's performance wasn't too bad. We screwed up some of our cues and some of the jokes fell flat (I think it might have had something to do with the geriatric audience...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I've got a few days off before I need to do anything play related. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702660489918054149-5770592221102450105?l=narcissistictink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/5770592221102450105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702660489918054149&amp;postID=5770592221102450105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/5770592221102450105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/5770592221102450105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-shows.html' title='Weekend Shows'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702660489918054149.post-3653833242773450350</id><published>2008-10-25T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:40:22.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'>Opening Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...was amazing. The house was packed, the actors were on fire and the technicians (pay no attention to the man behind the curtain...) didn't screw up their cues. (much, anyway) We had a minor sound gaff a little while in, but I don't think anyone noticed. I had to deal with some prop issues during intermission, but other than that, everything was great. One performance down, seven to go. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702660489918054149-3653833242773450350?l=narcissistictink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/3653833242773450350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702660489918054149&amp;postID=3653833242773450350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/3653833242773450350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/3653833242773450350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/2008/10/opening-night.html' title='Opening Night'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702660489918054149.post-381550717285799707</id><published>2008-10-18T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:43:37.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehearsal'/><title type='text'>Tech Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:1400%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The hatred I have for the play I'm working on right now...I can't even begin to find a word to describe! The tech rehearsal went from about 9:30am until about 7:15pm (yes, you read that right) and we didn't even break for lunch until 4! (I failed epically at the betting pool we had going on in the booth as to when we were breaking for lunch) Not to mention, I got snapped at by three different people within the first 15 minutes of being there. And then, while trying to work my magic on my part of the technical stuff, actors were pestering me about props and therefore, some of us techs were missing cues because A) we were distracted by props (that was just me, really) and B) because there was too much freakin' noise to hear the stage manager calling the cues! So, that got me some crap too, despite it totally not being my fault that people were talking to me. So, I'm in the middle of trying to run my cues, which I'm only marginally amazing at, and I'm trying to concentrate on which props we don't have and where I'm gonna put the food props. For the love of all that is bright and shiny and holy in this world, people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WORRY ABOUT YOUR PROPS ON YOUR OWN AND LET ME WORK THE SLIDES!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; That is, unless it's a prop we don't have, and then, just write it down and let me know when we're in a break. Then, I had to stress because Mom &amp; Dad couldn't find where we were so they could drop off the food for our pot luck, and I couldn't talk them through it cuz, dude, I was working. But, eventually, we suffered through everything and lo, lunch came! Yay! An hour break after taking about five hours to do the cue to cue. Aaahhh...I got to chill. Deep, calming breaths. I am breathing deeply and calming myself so I won't snap at anyone when they ask me irritating questions about props or when they hover over me. Anyway, we go back to work around 5 and start the runthrough. (I failed again at the betting pool on this, too, but not as epically as the lunch one) The runthrough went pretty well, and my mood was improved by some cute and harmless flirting. Eventually, we got through it and put everything away and finally, I got to go home! And now I have to go to work tomorrow morning and repeat this hellish week all over again. Woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702660489918054149-381550717285799707?l=narcissistictink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/381550717285799707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702660489918054149&amp;postID=381550717285799707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/381550717285799707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/381550717285799707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/2008/10/tech-day.html' title='Tech Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702660489918054149.post-2530087215925113083</id><published>2008-10-12T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:22:33.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9f5f9f;"&gt;Dear Work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702660489918054149-2530087215925113083?l=narcissistictink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/2530087215925113083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702660489918054149&amp;postID=2530087215925113083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/2530087215925113083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/2530087215925113083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/2008/10/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702660489918054149.post-7302096861087278742</id><published>2008-10-11T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:54:11.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><title type='text'>More blog things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, I know. Stop already, right? These are my Americanesque (it's a word!) blogthings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are 84% California&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howcaliforniaareyouquiz/cali-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're totally Cali. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howcaliforniaareyouquiz/"&gt;How California Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Belong in San Francisco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wheredoesyourinnercalifornianbelongquiz/sf.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crave an eclectic, urban environment. You're half California, half NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're open minded, tolerant, and secretly think you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may dismiss you as a hippie, but you're also progressive, interesting, and rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/wheredoesyourinnercalifornianbelongquiz/"&gt;Where Does Your Inner Californian Belong?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! But! I wanna live in the suburbs! *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are a Smart American&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouadumbamericanquiz/american-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know a lot about US history, and you're opinions are probably well informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on bucking stereotypes. Now go show some foreigners how smart Americans can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouadumbamericanquiz/"&gt;Are You a Dumb American?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702660489918054149-7302096861087278742?l=narcissistictink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/7302096861087278742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702660489918054149&amp;postID=7302096861087278742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/7302096861087278742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/7302096861087278742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-blog-things.html' title='More blog things'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702660489918054149.post-632186720192600655</id><published>2008-10-11T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:54:40.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><title type='text'>Blog things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I get the feeling I'm gonna be wasting a ton of time posting inane crap from blogthings...so, since it's probably inevitable, I may as well just get on with it already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Hair Should Be Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorhairshouldyouhavequiz/red.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate person... both in love and in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many causes that are important to you. You can be very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very fiery. You speak up, and you don't mince words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very flamboyant personality. You love to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both eccentric and expressive. You like to share your unique point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can become quite impassioned. So impassioned that you can seem a little overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorhairshouldyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Hair Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one should be surprised by this. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are 80% A Child of the 80s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouachildofthe80squiz/80s-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did you experience the 80s... you are practically an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be totally stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouachildofthe80squiz/"&gt;Are You a Child of an 80s?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also unsurprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702660489918054149-632186720192600655?l=narcissistictink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/632186720192600655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702660489918054149&amp;postID=632186720192600655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/632186720192600655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/632186720192600655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-things.html' title='Blog things'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702660489918054149.post-3328049284328542944</id><published>2008-10-11T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:51:22.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so I broke down and finally started my own blog. And I stole part of my url from Trudy. (the narcissistic part) But, I figured it was amusing. Anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Viola! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'est magnifique!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll probably update this with pointless rambling and whatever whenever it suits my flighty fancies. ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702660489918054149-3328049284328542944?l=narcissistictink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/feeds/3328049284328542944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702660489918054149&amp;postID=3328049284328542944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/3328049284328542944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702660489918054149/posts/default/3328049284328542944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistictink.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-blog.html' title='New blog!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15555896904963585762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r1HYmeT7Ze8/SPE80vP01HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_exgRdD1mRA/S220/tinkerbell1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
