<?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-4501873373418851383</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:07:12.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was a Shitshow...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-8624870772370263508</id><published>2010-12-12T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:52:23.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a long week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This week has been crazzzy. I became an aunt on Tuesday evening and am blessed with a beautiful healthy niece named Ruth. She is so amazing and cute. Then on wednesday morning i woke up and had a stomach ache, i continued getting ready for my day and went to work, where within an hour of being there I threw up and went home. I continued to lay on the couch all day and was sick for the entire day and ended up calling into work the next day and let my body recover and rehydrate. I felt better by about noon on thursday so I guess i had some strange stomach bug that only lasted 24 hours. it was the worst day ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started another job on saturday at a winery. I got paid in wine on my first day and got 5 free bottles, I learned a lot about wine and tasted a whole bunch of different types.  I need to learn a lot quickly, because i went in there knowing that there is white wine and red wine. and now i am expected to tell people what they are blended with and what type of grapes are in them and how they are made and in what kind of barrel and all that jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend also had her last day at a job she hated so we celebrated saturday night when i got off work. and then i drank some of the wine i brought home and was exremely hungover this morning (sunday) and had to get up super early for a work meeting at wings.  Also on saturday i got tickets for my sister and I to go to the New Kids On The Block and Backstreet Boys concert in vegas in july. I am so so so so sooooooo excited and cannot wait until july now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think that is basically all that happened this week. Hopefully i will have a good story to tell later on this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-8624870772370263508?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8624870772370263508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=8624870772370263508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8624870772370263508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8624870772370263508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-had-long-week.html' title='I had a long week'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-4204233068376709297</id><published>2010-11-29T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:19:17.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bringin It Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been on a blog hiatis (sp?) The last blog I wrote was about how I have an amazing boyfriend. Well that was a while ago. I realized my boyfriend was an incredible douche bag that didn't deserve any of my time. We have been broken up for almost 5 months, I forgot how fun it is to be single, but he doesn't let me forget how much of a dick face he is and will text me every once in a while to either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. call me a slut.&lt;br /&gt;B. call me a whore. or&lt;br /&gt;C. just to be a huge asshole and cuss me out.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I've been drinking and want to fight someone its good for him to do that, so I can just fight him and secretly wish I was punching someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post I have gotten a new job at a bank. But my heart will always be with the wing factory and I still work there as well, forever and always. The bank is pretty legit, I just sit there and look pretty and get paid loooooove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been living in a house with my friendy friends for the past 6 or so months, we love it. And since moving into the house my life has become a shitshow again. Granted it's only crazy on the weekends, but damn it gets CRAAAZAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545144321589812818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/TPRPYYyinlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLV-mF34rQw/s320/roomies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a picture of me and the roommates at our house warming/Lynsey's birthday party. Thats our party deck. It includes absolutely no patio furniture but it does have a beerpong table. We class it up every weekend out there, with our natty light, we are the new rednecks in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am going to really try to blog again I have so many shitshows that I can talk about all saved up, and will try to write about how much I can remember of those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-4204233068376709297?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4204233068376709297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=4204233068376709297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/4204233068376709297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/4204233068376709297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-bringin-it-back.html' title='I&apos;m Bringin It Back'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/TPRPYYyinlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLV-mF34rQw/s72-c/roomies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-8955637335542423973</id><published>2010-04-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:02:37.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahh, my blog, I have long forgotten about you, i just stumbled upon it and decided i should start this back up again. I haven't wrote one of these in so long, since my last post i have gotten a boyfriend, he is amazing. we have been dating for 4 months now. I still am working at buffalo wing factory and am currently looking for a townhouse to move into with my friendy friends.  Life is less of a shitshow than it used to be, there are still a few weekends i pretend like i am a college student.  We had a little shitshow over the weekend and dustin and i (thats the boyfriend) went to his brothers house, where his brother forced alcohol down our throats we had a lot of fun. this is it for now i assume. i am almost positive no one will read this lol. but have a fun day people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and today so far hasn't been a shitshow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-8955637335542423973?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8955637335542423973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=8955637335542423973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8955637335542423973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8955637335542423973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-2687509379386121465</id><published>2009-07-13T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:44:42.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misadventures of my Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, i don't know how many people actually still read this thing, but i figure an update every once in a while is worth if for anyone hoping to read something mildly entertaining about the shitshow that is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My best friends 21st birthday was this weekend, everyone knows that 21st birthdays equal chaos, but with my group of friends they equal the biggest craziest ridiculous adventure you could ever ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We started off the night at sequoia on the waterfront in georgetown for dinner, and by started off i mean ended it there also.  we all started drinking at dinner, well those who were invited to dinner, we then moved to the bar which is out on the patio.  My new friend came to hang out and i think the experience scared him away forever because he hasn't talked to me sense haha. Anyway the drinks at this place i swear don't have mixers in them, and the shots were half a wine glass full of whatever liquor you want.  at least you are getting what you pay for.  Birthday girl ended up getting kicked out a little after midnight i believe, we then got denied by 4 cabs because she was so drunk they wouldn't let her in the car.  We finally got to the roslyn metro where she threw up outside before we went in, all of us formed a pretty solid human wall around her outside, when a black huge police officer pulled up in a hummer and gave me a tic tac to give to her, i was holding it she wasn't having it.  We got into the metro station where she laid down on the floor and took a nap. gross. we told all passerby's it was her 21st birthday and everyone would cheer. once we got in the metro we got the whole metro car to sing happy birthday to her.  she passed out on the way home. and i almost peed in my pants. i remember going up to strangers and saying i really think i am going to pee in my pants and i am sorry you have to witness it. then i tried to do pull ups. then we got to the vienna metro where bday girl puked outside that station too.  her and i passed out in teh backseat of our friends car on the way home and the person in the passenger seat said she turned around and we were holding on to one another sleeping..we got home and passed out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went out again saturday, not as big of a shit show, went to a couple bars, the girl who was driving asked me to go get the car with her and we would be back to pick up the other girls.  well they were all blacked out and one of them was out of control and they left before we got back and we don't know how they got home.  The girl driving made an illegal left turn and we got pulled over, he made her do a field sobriety test and then breathalyzed her, she blew a .09 luckily the cop was legit and told us to pull into a parking lot and he got us a cab.  the taxi driver regreted to inform us that his credit card machine wasn't working and got mad at us for not telling him that we literally had spent ALL of our cash at the bar.  i had to walk in on my friend having sex to get cash which was crazy enough. but then the friend who was raging started yelling at us for driving her car even though she gave us the keys to drive her car. and people were screaming and yelling and it was crazy. fun night with an unfortunate end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so if you still read this i hope you enjoyed the crazy weekend story. and happy 21st birthday girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-2687509379386121465?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2687509379386121465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=2687509379386121465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2687509379386121465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2687509379386121465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/07/misadventures-of-my-weekend.html' title='The Misadventures of my Weekend'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-8131161401572581933</id><published>2009-06-24T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:47:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't wrote anything for a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a long time since i wrote anything, summer has been in full bloom for a while, i still have no job, except for wings, but i've been having fun and thats what counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were weddings and graduations, and i went to vegas, which was totally amazing and i want to go back sooo bad right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today i feel like shit, and it sucks because i was supposed to go to kings dominion, and i couldn't even breathe in this morning, wtf a cold? that is exactly what i needed. whatever. i just hope i feel better tomorrow. I don't know what to blame it on, maybe that i only had a total of 8 hours of sleep between 2 days, that probably killed my immune system, but i had to so much fun those 2 days that its okay i didn't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, i don't have much to say so i will leave you with this awesome picture from vegas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351075758157363010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SkLXDQMsd0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/5s6T9H44lR8/s320/vegas+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-8131161401572581933?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8131161401572581933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=8131161401572581933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8131161401572581933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8131161401572581933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-havent-wrote-anything-for-while.html' title='I haven&apos;t wrote anything for a while.'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SkLXDQMsd0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/5s6T9H44lR8/s72-c/vegas+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-8841451824480772548</id><published>2009-05-12T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:26:48.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone tell me what happened this weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, thats it folks. School is out forever.  I finished my last final Thursday night, and that is when the weekend got fuzzy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jake picked me up from my last final Thursday night, we went to the Meck and had a few beers, then we went to tonys where almost immediately we were seperated, which ain't good. I was there until about 2:30 in the morning and realized I didn't know anyone there except for the people I had just met, which means I had to call Lilli at 2:30 am to pick me up, I am still sorry about that Lilli I feel like a huge bitch, but it meant a lot to me.  I had a great time and was happy to celebrate no more finals!  I got up at like 8:30 and was realllllly sick, i somehow packed up my car and took down approximately 7 bags of trash.  Left Shepherdstown, but first had to stop by jakes hoping that he was both there and coherent enough to hear me banging down his door.  He was, and i had to get my bookbag, thanks for being awake jake, or at least waking up when i needed you to :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Friday afternoon was a smooth drive til i hit route 7 where i had the worst road rage ever, and i got to my grandmas house pretty quickly i got to see my family that is in from Australia which is totally awesome since the last time i saw them i was a senior in high school.  I hung out with them for a little, then had to go home to get ready for my brothers rehersal for his wedding.  I did it all in a timely fashion, then went to the rehersal, and the dinner was afterwards at our house.  I held off drinking until about 7:30, and everyone else had started as soon as we got back at like 5:30.  This dinner quickly turned into an awesome party.  Beer pong on the front porch, Biggie Smalls concert out of the DEWALT radio, grandma dancing to the Biggie concert, the cops showed up, and the night ended with sexy kates (shots of tequila) in the living room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Saturday morning started with my brother waking me up at approximately 8:45 in his bathing suit telling me were going to breakfast then swimming.  We made it breakfast where my sister informed me that she threw up the night before, we ate i went home and laid in bed til someone made me get up showered and got ready for the wedding. I had to say a bible verse at the wedding and almost threw up because i was so nervous.  We made it through the ceremony and then the reception, where I remember my entire night until the reception ended, leaving me in a very awkward fog of the bar.  Wher i know i had at least 1 blue motorcycle 1 rum a coke 1 cherry lifesaver shooter 1 pineapple upside down shooter and 1 soco and lime.  that was after the 3 hours of dirty shirleys shot of vodka, and ending the night double fisting coronas.  The reception ended at 10 pm.  The bar closed at 12 i believe, and i didn't go to sleep until 4 there is a BIG area i don't remember.  I can try and give better details in person.  Needless to say i woke up with cold sweats to kate puking off the side of the bed into a trashcan and my friend ryan who wasn't even at the wedding on the other side of me.  I had no voice, and i am still in voice recovery.  So in short, i am on an alcohol break for at least a week, I didnt drink sunday monday or today so i am doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;how was your all's weekend/last day of classes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;random song quote: "Hormones racin at the speed of light, but that don't mean its gotta be tonight" -- "Genie in a Bottle" Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-8841451824480772548?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8841451824480772548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=8841451824480772548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8841451824480772548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8841451824480772548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/05/someone-tell-me-what-happened-this.html' title='someone tell me what happened this weekend.'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-4696242758840515204</id><published>2009-04-16T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:18:16.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit happens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the title of this blog has nothing to do with the reason i am writing this..or does it, who knows. all i know is that life is approaching me super fast. jobs are hard to come by and i don't want to leave shepherdstown. is there any way i can stay here forever secretly posed as a student who doesn't have to pay to live here and can i have meal plan...and have fun all the time?? anyone know how to make that become a reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyways, i haven't written in a while and as i was about to start writing i looked on my floor and saw a pair of pants that are covered in mud (i faceplanted in the mud outside birch on tuesday night) which reminded me that oh shit i need to laundry and i have no detergent which then reminded me that we were down to like 10 squares of toilet paper and i decided to go the store real quick for those items.  lucky for me this was so lucky i walked in and the big display thingy on the end of the aisle with the laundry detergent had a BIG sign saying Gain $4.99 and Angel Soft $4.99 i was like JACKPOT! so now i just have to sit and patiently wait for a washer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in other news, why is the end of the semester such a bitch? i have never had so many papers and projects due all in the same week, seriously you should see my calendar right now...it is pretty intense. Media Studies, Substance Abuse, Late Adulthood Issues (twice), Housing, and Humor all those classes have papers and one of them has a power point all due within 1 week of each other 3 are due in 3 consecutive days. sweet life is awesome..but it is sort of bittersweet because i remember i only have to put up with teachers and tests for 3 more weeks and then i have face the cruel real world where the bosses are meaner then the teacher who so polietly gives you an extension on your paper because you have 1080432 due the same week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel like i am preachin to the choir though everyone has a lot to do i am just venting. sorry. awesome things have been happening too like i skipped boot camp today becuase i dont want to go (ever again). i don't have my night class tonight..shep fest is this weekend..i've been drinking a lot which is cool lol. i better get it in now since after summer i wont be considered a student (yes i'm giving myself the whole summer to continue living like a college student) finals are in three weeks which means summer..and brad is getting married in three weeks and my sister is getting married in june stuff is going to be fun. so now that i just complained to everyone who read this and thanks for listening, i bid you goodnight.......lets get drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;random song quote: "Rolled in late about an hour, no cup of coffee no shower, walk of shame with two different shoes on.."-- "it happens" sugarland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-4696242758840515204?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4696242758840515204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=4696242758840515204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/4696242758840515204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/4696242758840515204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit-happens.html' title='shit happens.'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-2724182533656347385</id><published>2009-04-01T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:17:25.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, you're weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, i am taking a psychology of substance abuse class this semester. it is really interesting and all that jazz. but there is this girl in that class who is weird to say the least. she always has opinions to share and they are always so bizarre and last night i noticed that i wasn't the only one who thought she is dumb i noticed people looking around and making faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple classes ago we were talking about legit alcoholics. don't worry guys most of us are only in stage 3 out of 6 so we are good. anyways these alcoholics obviously think that they need alcohol to function, so like as soon as they wake up and they have a hangover they will start drinking immediately to get rid of said hangover and continue to drink all day...that is what an alcoholic is incase you didn't know oh and they can act sober too because they are functioning alcoholics..anyways. girl in my class raises her hand and says something along the lines of.."i don't know how someone can drink again after they have a hangover" now at first i saw nothing wrong with this statement, because hello...i have had some bad hangovers and the last thing i want that day is an alcoholic drink..usually i will wait a day or 2 depending on how bad the hangover is.  but this is not what she meant, what she meant was that one time she had a really bad hangover and she didn't drink for an entire year afterwards...so she doesn't know how anyone can drink for at least a year after experiencing, umm a headache? and maybe vomited? i was confused. i thought most people put it behind them and if they had a really bad experience with one type of alcohol they just don't drink that kind anymore. anyway i let it slide because that is just a strange thing to say. and she said she rarely drinks anymore. whatevs...next weird thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we were talking about sex addicts..very interesting stuff. so my teacher then was talking about statch rape and regular rape..and how if you are drunk and a sober person has sex with you that is technically rape becuase alcohol fucks with your brain and blah blah blah you can't make good decisions. but if both people are drunk and consent to sex it isn't rape because its like you just raped each other and sort of cancels out and you just live with your bad choice and hope the person wasn't gross. anywaysssss weird girl asks the weirdest question..and i noticed the girls around me looking at each other as to say really????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes well what if i am drunk and my boyfriend and i have sex..but before i got drunk i said it would be okay that if i was drunk that night we could have sex and i even wrote it on paper and signed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SERIOUS???? number 1. i thought your bad hangover has prevented you from getting drunk. 2. is your boyfriend not trustworthy or something, and 3. i am pretty sure it doesn't matter if you are drunk or not if you having sex with your boyfriend i think its consentual. and why would you sue your boyfriend for rapeing you? why on earth would you have to write on a piece of paper before you got drunk that it is okay if later after i've had a few drinks and say i want to have sex and you have sex with me. i will not sue you because i am saying it is okay now. signed weird girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher was like umm..with your boyfriend its usually okay...and the girl was like cause he was wondering if its illegal to have sex with me if i had been drinking. and the teacher was like umm he sounds very concientious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are my only two stories about her. but seriously she is weird.&lt;br /&gt;and i am bringing back random song quote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"someday somebody's going make you wanna turn around and say goodbye.."- Wilson Phillips "hold on"&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/4501873373418851383-2724182533656347385?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2724182533656347385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=2724182533656347385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2724182533656347385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2724182533656347385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-youre-weird.html' title='Girl, you&apos;re weird.'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-2515734165732893548</id><published>2009-03-18T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:09:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 60% Irish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...and 40% pennsylvanian according to my daddy. so that is reason enough to have a complete shit show on st.pattys day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It started off like a normal day i went about my business of the day slowly thinking about the night that was upon me. I drove out to fairfax to celebrate with kate and sarah. kate was working so she met us later. sarah and i went out earlish we got to the first bar (buffalo wing university) at a little bit before 8:30 as we were walking in a man was standing in the door way letting everyone know that he has already had 12 irish car bombs and that in fact he is irish so he has a reason for drinking that many. we later saw him taking about 4 more and by the time we left he had spilled a shit load of drinks and had a roll of paper towels cleaning up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;however they had really good prices here, such as 1$ killians and 1$ rail drinks and these things they were calling leprechaun bombs for 2$. sarah and i went up to the bar and ordered a vodka cranberry and one of these so called leprechaun bombs. they were supposed to be flavored she ordered sour apple and i got peach. when they arrived we cheers to st.patrick and then downed those suckers. our faces probably looked like we were in pain the entire time we were chugging them because they literally tasted like someone peed in a cup mixed it with red bull and added a little bit of liquor. there was no flavor either, and we tried to cover up the fact that they tasted so bad by drinking our vodka cranberry super fast, but it just tainted the taste of those too. so we drank 2 drinks in less than 10 minutes because we had to get some more before 9. we each got a killians and another vodka cranberry and went and sat down and talked to some people and what not. then we switched to bud light. we drank 2 called a cab and were going to go meet kate at the blue iguana, we ordered one more beer to drink before the taxi got here, when it did, we went outside just in time to see it pulling away with 4 people who were not sarah and i, luckily this girls ride showed up right around then and he took us to our next destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;upon getting there sarah and i got blueberry vodka mixed with sprite, it was pretty good, they were having karaokee and we were gettin hammered. i don't remember what else we had before kate got there, where we proceeded to get dirty shirlys (which are awesome) sex on teh beach shooters, vodka cranberrys, tequila sunrises, and kate took a shot of glodshlagger and some dirty bong waters, annnnd some sort of layered shot called sex with an alligator...no one knows wtf it is. at some point in this array of drinks sarah vomited all over the bathroom stall and her jeans. and shortly after she face planted out of a bar stool and onto the ground..and spilt her drink everywhere. i eventually called us a cab and we made the trip home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;once in the cab, kate and sarah told our driver to go to mcdonalds. his name was steve and he was awesome. he obliged and drove us to a 24 hour drive through. we bought him a milkshake and 2 apple pies. i got a quarter pounder and kate and sarah got nugs. sarah was raging and yelling at kate almost teh whole way home and threw a nugget covered in ranch at her face and then kate wiped all the ranch on sarahs shirt. it was quite a fight and i kept telling them to shut it cause steve didn't wanna hear them fighting. he played us some country music that in our drunken stuper we had forgotten all the words to the songs we would know in a sober mind. steve got us home safely and we tipped him fucking 45 dollars for a 30 dollar cab ride. i gave him 20 sarah gave him 40 and kate gave him 15. lucky son of a bitch. once inside sarah was still pissed at kate and was sceaming and calling her a cunt. then everyone passed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in the morning we told sarah she is never allowed to drink again and we ate noodles and co. for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i love st.pattys day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-2515734165732893548?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2515734165732893548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=2515734165732893548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2515734165732893548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2515734165732893548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-60-irish.html' title='I am 60% Irish...'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-1200847780610054917</id><published>2009-03-15T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:49:45.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert the Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If any of you know me, and i know you do, you know i love and hate to be scared. i love to hear scary stories i like to see scary things i love to watch scary movies and it all usually fucks me over by the time its time to go to sleep and will screw my sleep cycle up pretty badly, a good example of this is after i saw the exorcism of emily rose, i literally had to stay up until three am every single day because that is when the bad things happened in the movie and if they were going to happen i wanted to be awake for them not be awaken by them. but dispite all that, i still love being scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With that being said, today i went to visit my sister today to get my bridesmaid dress (it was at her house) and we got on the topic of the show 'a haunting' on discovery channel and i was telling her about a few of the really scary ones. She then brought up this doll his name is robert, or Robert the Doll as he is widely known around the world, she thought i should have already heard about him, but she was wrong i did not. She told me a little bit about him and so as soon as i got home, i googled him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/Sb2rqeHns1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i0GTeIjU_Gc/s1600-h/robert-the-doll-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313591881494934354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/Sb2rqeHns1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i0GTeIjU_Gc/s320/robert-the-doll-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is a picture of Robert the Doll. He is a three foot tall doll and holds a lion was hand made and is dressed in a sailor suit. He looks so scary just off hand. So the story goes something along the lines of this family the Ottos lived in Key West Florida and they had this really pretty really big house, so they had a lot of servants and such living there. there was one particular woman who was in charge of their son, robert eugene otto, they called him gene. Apparently this woman and Mrs. Otto got into a tiff and mrs.otto fired this woman. she was from jamaica and was into voodoo, which is also scary. She made this 3 foot tall doll for gene, which was named after him thats how we got robert the doll. before jamaica gave this doll to gene she supposedly put a curse on it, because duh she was mad at mrs otto for firing her ass. I don't think jamaica could have made robert more terrifying looking. Anyways, Robert had like a mind of his own and was often times heard giggling and talking to gene, but gene was totes obcessed with robert and literally brought him everywhere, he brought him to town he had a place at the dinner table, he waiting on the toilet til gene was done taking a bath and he was always tucked in right next to gene when he went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is said that in teh beginning they never knew it was robert and everything that was happening, such as shit being ripped up toys being broken silverware being thrown everywhere, it was all being blamed on poor gene and he always tried to tell everyone it was robert, but no one believed him. and sometimes when servants or mrs otto heard the conversations happening in the bedroom she would barge in and usually gene would be like cowering in a corner and robert would be sitting in a chair or the bed glaring down at gene. Mrs otto got tired of this and put robert in the attic, he stayed there for a while but was unhappy in the attic and in genes older life he stayed living in that house and was still slightly obcessed with robert. He took him out of the attic and put him in another room so he could have a view of the street. Passerbys said they have seen robert moving around in there, or could hear him laughing. it terrifys children who walk past. Once gene got married his wife immediately hated robert and wanted to get rid of him, so again he was placed in the attic and once gene died his wife left the house and robert was left in the attic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He remained there for a long while, until a new family moved in, and they discovered robert, he was evil and one night they woke up and robert was standing at the foot of their bed with a knife, that was enough for them and they left. Robert however lived on. He is in a museum in Key West and you can go see him,and every october they put him in a glass box in the original house he lived in, so you can go there to see him and they recommend if you do to introduce yourself, one lady that didn't said that when she came home robert followed her because she would often see the face of a doll in her window and her lights in her bedroom wouldn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My sister has been to the exhibit in the museum, she said that there are letters sent in by people who had terrible things happen to them after they met robert, it could be coincidence, but it is still creepy. but the scariest thing she told me was that the last time they were there, her and nick were buying a cup from the gift shop and the woman who ran it asked them if they wanted to see some pictures that people had taken of robert during their visit in december. They sent them to them in a plain envelope with no return address and my sister was looking at them and they were just pictures of robert, but in the background of them was the fucking grim reaper. the people sent all the pictures and the negitives to them because they were so scared and they didn't want them in their house. HOW FUCKING SCARY IS THAT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyways, that is it...oh and apparently you can buy robert if you want. he is probably pretty pricey, and he might kill you and your family. but you can own him. does anyone wanna go to key west to check out this little gem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-1200847780610054917?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1200847780610054917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=1200847780610054917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1200847780610054917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1200847780610054917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/03/robert-doll.html' title='Robert the Doll'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/Sb2rqeHns1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i0GTeIjU_Gc/s72-c/robert-the-doll-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-3415266397372835031</id><published>2009-03-13T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:37:15.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My car is awesome! (not)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, my car really is awesome, its a convertible, its a stick shift and its so awesome. it kind of looks like the batmobile. i feel like a badass when i drive it. its pretty awesome. HOWEVER, every few months it breaks. i swear my parents have put as much money into fixing the damn thing as how much they paid for it to begin with. with that being said i will give a brief synopsis as to what has gone wrong with my lovely little car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When i first got it, it was awesome nothing ever broke on it. then i got to school and it sat at my house for the whole summer cause i didn't take it with me, and when i brought it with me my sophomore year and the power steering went out in it. that was so awesome, it happened in a parking lot of a gas station with my friend bridget and i let some guy drive it to figure out what was wrong with it, why am i so dumb? he said he didn't know. DUH! so i took it to the shop and they fixed it. it cost a lot but my parents paid for it. after that got fixed it was good for a while, til i had to get it inspected over the summer, and it failed and i don't even remember what all was wrong with it, but it cost 1000 dollars to fix and when i went to go pick it up the place had put 50 miles on it and drained my gas tank. awesome. after that it was good again for a while, then someone slashed the tire at school, that wasn't the cars fault but i still had to get a new tire, then it had all the little problems cars have, and then this year it was making super weird noises whenever i drove and turned it and everyone had a different idea of what it was, so again i brought it in. They said a hose was leaking and fixed it. They also mentioned that the breaks were going to need to be fixed. my mom said i could get them done when i got home cause our friend can do it, so i got them fixed when i got home. k so all that happened, and today on my way home, i was on my way to get the state inspection because well it was expired, and low and behold..."ms.sisson, there was a problem with your car.." the back breaks need to be replaced before it can pass the state inspection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so now that i got that off my chest i am going to go lay down in my bed til they call me and say its fixed. and do you realize that everytime i have had to get this car fixed they always say thats the last time you'll need to get this looked at for a while. LIARS all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-3415266397372835031?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3415266397372835031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=3415266397372835031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/3415266397372835031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/3415266397372835031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-car-is-awesome-not.html' title='My car is awesome! (not)'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-6942052572867853989</id><published>2009-02-19T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:45:22.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan Tran Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This semester, i have not been riding the pan tran like ever. with that being said of the 4 times i have rode all semester, 1 has been a big fail and 1 has been a complete "are you shitting me pan tan driver?" moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The first one came about on Tuesday night, i was leaving class mindin my business and decided i should call my mommy.  she absolutely hates it when i am walking anywhere at night. even though i assure her everytime that shepherd is a safe campus her only response is "i dont trust anyone" so i thought i would make her happy and jump on the pan tran so i wasn't walking back alone in the dark. I literally said oh there is the pan tran hold on i need to run to catch it...and i did i ran from the corner of the 4 way to the pan tran stop infront of the student center, very quickly and got on.  the pan tran driver saw me doing this and then i continued my conversation with my mommy. We are going through all the stops, and we get to west woods, where mostly everyone except for me and one old guy dont.  the driver asks where we need to go and i said "hold on mom, APARTMENTS PLEASE!" and he said okay! so were driving and i continue my convo with my mom, when i start paying attention we are passing shaw and thacher, the opposite direction of the apartments and i didn't say anything to him but i was like uhh where is he taking me and my mom was like stay on the phone with me just in case lol. eventually we ended up back at gardiner, on the other side of campus, 20 feet from where we started. and i said hold on mom let me ask what just happened.  our conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "umm why are we back on this side of campus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; "because i cannot leave here until 9."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(that is a lie, you are not supposed to leave the OTHER side of campus until 9, this side you leave at 8:45. i know the fucking schedule)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; "i asked where you needed to go and you didn't say anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "umm i said i needed the apartments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; "well i didn't hear you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(even if he in fact did not hear me, even though he responded, there are still TWO more stops on the route, the art center and the apartments, and you are supposed to be at the apartments right now. dumbfuck.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; "i can drive you there now if you want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "NO. THANK YOU I WILL WALK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i told my mom that is why i always walk because the night time pan tran driver is an idiot. his shinnanigans caused me an extra 10 minutes, for a fucking ride around campus, hey dummy, didn't ya see me running to the pan tran, why on god's green earth would i get on for a ride around campus back to my starting point????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;second instance. Allie and i were going to dinner last night. again fuck the night time pan tran driver. he sucks. so were going to dinner, i have class at 7:20 and i say well lets go around 6:15 allie suggests leaving at 6 so we can take the bus and not be cold i comply.  we get on there are a few other people on as well, we pass west woods and there in front of us next to the butcher center is a big bus for like the basketball team to travel on. the fucking pan tran driver STOPS the pan tran in the middle of the parking lot. opens the door, gets out doesn't say one word to any of us and proceeds to walk over to the big bus and have a conversation with the driver.  ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME PAN TRAN DRIVER?!?!  granted i am only going to get food, but there are some people on this thing that have class. you have one job. to drive back and forth in a timely fashion. you are not supposed to stop to talk to your other bus driver friends, you do that during your break. and he didn't say sorry or anything to us when he got back on. he simply just turned on the bus shut the door and drove forward. then he didn't come at 6:45 to pick allie up, becuase he aparently takes a break at 6, but that is untrue considering he drove us over there at 6.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Moral of the story, i will not be riding the pan tran probably ever again. unless someone makes me. but i will be mad that i am on it the entire time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random song quote: "keep up home girl don't ya quit you know the way you scream is the ultimate." - LFO "every other time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-6942052572867853989?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6942052572867853989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=6942052572867853989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/6942052572867853989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/6942052572867853989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/02/pan-tran-fail.html' title='Pan Tran Fail'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-1266620450044051595</id><published>2009-02-15T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:07:25.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This weekend was valentines day. I never really liked valentines day that much, even when i had a boyfriend, because its so cliche and yeah going out to dinner and getting presents is awesome, but it takes forever to go out, when we could go out whenever, and i like presents all the time not just on valentines day. I like it when my friends give me valentines, because they aren't being forced to by the media. Now over all i had a fantastic weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On Friday night we went to a very very very fun valentines day party where we drank and danced all night and had a great time. Here is a picture from that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SZjzM43B-PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IG_yNNVhDfA/s1600-h/senior+year+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303255963975940338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SZjzM43B-PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IG_yNNVhDfA/s320/senior+year+126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we all got dressed up and we were ready to boogie down. how cute does everyone look? seriously i think we clean up nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, saturday was valentines day, lilli davey and i went out to lunch/dinner i guess that is called linner, or dunch? at bob evans, where lilli accidently entered into the china city buffet not realizing the parking lots don't connect, and taking it upon herself to make them connect by driving through some grass and over a curb she probably scratched the hell out of the bottom of her car, but she wasn't to worried.  After that we came home and i laid on the couch alone, and watched dirty dancing, then lilli came home she was helping out with the vagina monologues, and we watched a walk to remember, and a cinderella story. What an excellent day. I'm guessing that if i had a valentine, i wouldn't say that its stupid, but then again i think i would, because if i did have a valentine the only thing i would have wanted to do with that person was order a pizza and watch a movie on my couch, and i would have liked it if he got me some candy.  I'm a very low maintenance girl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the weekend is over, i've done my homework, and now i sit and patiently wait for the pain stakingly long week i have ahead of me...it seems these weeks are starting to crawl by, must be senioritis kicking in. even though i really don't want to graduate, well more or less, i just want to stay in the area.  alright i said i didn't have much to say so i didn't say much.  happy valentines day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-1266620450044051595?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1266620450044051595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=1266620450044051595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1266620450044051595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1266620450044051595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-have-much-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t have much to say'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SZjzM43B-PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IG_yNNVhDfA/s72-c/senior+year+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-7062195064090787006</id><published>2009-02-04T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:23:41.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Gods Love ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So as i was watching the super bowl sunday night, i accidently fell asleep during the boring 3rd quarter, and woke up just in time to see the best commercial my eyes have ever laid eyes on. It started with pancakes that looked like happy faces, and then was like you need a real breakfast. Denny's is giving a free grand slam to every person in america on Tuesday February 3. My eyes lit up and i sprinted down the hallway to pass the news along to lilli who was doing her homework during that stupid quarter. Her eyes also lit up. We decided right then and there we were going. We have early class on tuesdays, but that did not stop us. Me her and Jeremy got our butts out of bed before the sun. Put on clothes and according to Jer we did not say one word to each other for 10 minutes after we woke up. the first thing spoken was whispered by lilli and she said "i'm so excited!" We showed up at Denny's shortly after 7 am and only waited about half hour. Our free breakfast was glorious. The pancakes, perfect. crispy on the outside edge, pancakey in the middle. so good. eggs, delicious, bacon, awesome, sausage drenched in syrup mmmmm. We also got coffee, obviously because we were tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We arrived back on campus ahead of schedule which was awesome and lilli and i got ready for class, and then went to class and proceeded to take a nap in the student center after our morning class. Good thing we had boot camp that day so we could work off our greesy denny's grand slam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also took another nap last night when i got back from class, and woke up and jake was telling me to come to tony's so i did, and he bought me a beer :-) thanks baby jake! Then this morning on our way to class lilli informed me of some excellent news jake relayed to her last night. SHEETZ IS GIVING AWAY FREE SANDWICHS TIL 2 TODAY!! So we got out of class, actually i also got free pizza in class how awesome.  We walked to sheetz to prove that being a fat ass is okay as long as you work out as well. We looked at all the delicious sandwich's that they were giving away and this guy was behind us saying that he is going to a whole bunch of other sheetz too to get free sandwiches, we just went to the one, we got an italian something delicious of cibatta bread. I think that guy behind me wanted that one cause he felt it necessary to inform me that there was jalapeno's on it, and i said thats okay ill take them off, i took the last one, he probably wanted it. oh well, he is going to 5 other sheetz.  After we got our sandwiches lilli goes can we get a donut too? and low and behold, there was a sign on the donuts saying try a free donut, we asked and made sure, and it was true. So we got a free sandwich and donut for lunch today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It can only get better if tomorrow mcdonalds has free double cheeseburgers, or kings has a free slice. OMG i hope that happens. Anyway, that is how amazing the food gods have been for me, i hope it is working out for you all too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Random song quote: "the more i drink, the more i drink, well i'm the worlds greatest lover and a dancing machine." - Blake Shelton "the more i drink"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-7062195064090787006?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7062195064090787006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=7062195064090787006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/7062195064090787006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/7062195064090787006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/02/food-gods-love-me.html' title='The Food Gods Love ME!'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-1818656422153399230</id><published>2009-01-26T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:32:23.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to live on a cruise boat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got home from the most awesome weekend! I went on a three day cruise to the bahamas. i want nothing more than to just stay on the cruise ship and live there and have fun all the time. I'm going to tell you about all the awesome things we did and you will be jealous and you will also want to live on a cruise ship with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Friday was when we shipped out we got in our room, and ate a lot of lunch and started drinking right away. we found this awesome deal where you pay only 23.99 for 5 drinks of the day. They were all fruity drinks and i have the worst heartburn ever, but it was totally worth it. so we drank all day hung out on the pool deck went to dinner, apparently we were all so drunk that we went to the wrong dining room on the first night of dinner, i dont remember this happening but we just walked in and were looking for our table, and some guy said this is not even the right dining room. so we had vals bachelorette party that night, we walked out of dinner and heard a piano playing sweet caroline, and decided we had to go in and see what was up, it was AWESOME piano bar guy plays what you want, and everyone there just screams the lyrics at him. this is where i was introduced to a blue motorcycle, i see these guys with electric blue drinks,and i asked what it was and they said AMF (Adios Motha Fucka) cause they fuck your shit up (but they are really called blue motorcycles). and that is the gods honest truth, i had like 100 of them cause they taste like gatorade, then we went to karaokee and i sang free fallin and they guys who had the blue dranks came and watched me, val opened her presents, and we drank out of manis (man penis) straws. Kate and I (one of val's bridesmaids) stayed up until 5am and aparently when we got back to the room this is what we said "we need to put on our bathing suits so we can go watch the sunrise" and valerie said we were with 2 people we met, 2 men we did not know, and da brat &lt;a href="http://http//evilbeetgossip.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/da_brat.jpg"&gt;http://http//evilbeetgossip.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/da_brat.jpg&lt;/a&gt;, she was aparently on board as well. valerie told everyone to go to bed and ordered us grilled cheeses from room service, im guessing i ate mine in my sleep, because i have no recalection of eating it, but when i woke up i was spooning with an empty plate that had a pickle and a few potato chips, i got woken up at 8 am because we had to go on our shore excursion to atlantis, so i got 3 1/2 hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, for our day on the bahamas we were going to go to this super cool shore excursion that was through sandals and its and all inclusive all you can eat and drink all day, and they informed us at the last minute that we could not do this one, because it was for couples only. We decided to go to atlantis instead, which was still awesome because i have always wanted to go there, i got some really pretty pictures of the ocean and the hotel, everyone was a little hungover from the night before, so we rode the lazy river, and went down the fucking scariest water ride ever i screamed bloody murder down it, we did get free lunch there so that was good, then everyone took a little nap, mine lasted 20 minutes and i made my mom go down a waterslide with me, it was really fun. then valerie and marissa went to the casino there and everyone else did whatever and kate and i walked allllll over it was really big and awesome and we saw lots of cool animals. Once back on the boat i took my only shower of the weekend how gross am i. and we got ready for dinner, kate and marissa were tired or something so they didn't do anything and i wanted to have fun but it was impossible to do by myself without feeling an alcoholic, so when everyone turned in for the night, i stayed up an extra hour, but everyone was having fun on the island so no one was on board. so i went to bed at about 3 and woke up at 8, i got 5 hours of sleep that night so i was totally ready for the next day, the ship pulled out at 7 and we were headin back to the main land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The entire way back, it was 85 degrees outside and we started drinking at breakfast, i put on a dress and got a miami vice (half strawberry daquiri and half pina.) we played some music trivia and we owned but didn't keep track we could have won a trophy lol. But we heard of the harriest man on the boat competition, and we were all over that, it was the funniest thing ever probably. One of the guys who introduced me to the blue drink entered but the other people were pretty old and it was HILARIOUS to watch them shake their ass up on stage, but nothing beats this old old old man probably about 80. They introduced him and he gets up and it walking up to the stage shaking his entire body, if you know me i will show you my imitation of it. Everyone was like what is he doing, and i was like i think he is having a ceizure, so he shakes his way up 2 steps and then fell backwards down them, and the music cut everyone gasped except me the asshole in the back of the crowd laughing my ass off at him. and he got up and then once on stage he bent over and moved his ass back and forth and everyone was like rolling on the ground laughing unfortunately he did not win. but fortunately we saw him later, IN A WHEEL CHAIR!!! he can't even walk no wonder he fell down backwards on the stairs. I went to buy more drinks and saw my awesome electric blue drinking friends and we hung out with them for the rest of the day my sister and marissa were in a black jack competition so kate and i didn't see them much, but we had such a good time and drank alllll day went to dinner, and we went back to the piano bar where i met a girl who looked 12 but just turned 21 on wednesday so i bought her a drink. Again i was all alone everyone in my party went to sleep and no one told me but i wouldn't have left anyway i was having to good of a time, i made it back to my room by 5:30, just to get woken up at 6:30 by my sister. ONE HOUR FOLKS, still shitfaced when i woke up trying to pack, i got all my stuff i believe. We left i lost my voice, so did my sister, and kate. that means we had an awesome time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We got to the airport at like 10:30 where i was getting a hangover, took some meds and ate some chips, i was so tired we had to wait til almost 3 to get on the plane :-( And once we got on it i got myself like worked up and nervous to take off, and i was like freaking out and my heart was racing and i was sweating and him just driving the plane was giving me motion sickness, and i was like mom are in the air yet are we in the air yet, and when we finally got in the air i knew i was going to vomit and i told my mom i was going to, and as i was discovering me going vom we hit turbulance and i was like crying cause i was sweating and didn't feel good, and then i vomited, into TWO puke bags and my mom was gagging it was so ridiculous but i felt 100% better, so i made my nerves go crazy, it could have been something i ate also, but no one else got sick from the food, it also could have been the 1000 drinks i had, but i didn't feel hungover so i dont know i think i just accidently made myself sick. I got home and was still wearing the dress from the night before, that is another thing i didn't wear any pants this trip and passed out in the dress i had on the night before everynight. i am so classy, but when we landed it was 30 degrees and i had no jacket or anything i had to drive back up to school in rush hour on one hour of sleep, and then i had to work 11-1. i almost passed out at the hall security desk. It was worth everything though. My bar tab was 320 dollars, i love my mommy so much for paying for me to get shit faced everynight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am going to write another blog later with pictures, but my camera battery died, so it will be later today or tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;random song quote: "Sexy can i? just pardon my manners. Girl how your shakin it got a nigga like whoa, kodak moment, let me go get my camera, all i wanna know is sexy, can i?"-- Ray J "sexy can i?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;***this is where we got manis, because kate thought he said Sexy can i? just parked my manis...where we then asked what a manis was and she said a man penis, and the next logical line in the song would be....in your wogina as in womans vagina. that is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;******another side note, i think we saw a real mangina at atlantis, this guy was wearing spandex speedo, and his legs were spread open and we saw NO BULGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-1818656422153399230?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1818656422153399230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=1818656422153399230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1818656422153399230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1818656422153399230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-live-on-cruise-boat.html' title='I want to live on a cruise boat..'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-6004345775895435769</id><published>2009-01-17T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:57:23.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First and foremost, i would like to say that the picture of the rumseyburgers i took looks like it could be in a magazine, and everytime i see it i want rumseyburgers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, so my first week of school has come to an end, this semester is gonna be a long ride ladies and gents, i am forced by the school to take 5 upper level classes this semester, if i want to graduate in may, which i do so i'm taking them, and it blows. So, on mondays wednesdays and fridays i have chemistry which is my 6th class and its a 102 class :-) so easy so interesting i wish i could just sit there and learn everything in one class. I also have media studies, which is shaping up to be a pretty interesting class, but i've heard its kinda hard, oh well i will just have to work my ass off. In my chemistry class it is basically the same people as last semester except for a new hottie, who i have never seen before which in my book means he is either a transfer or a freshmen and i hope he is not a freshmen. I made a new friend in media studies named chris he is very nice. that is all about those 2 classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Monday nights i have late adulthood issues and kelsey is in it with me :-) that is a 400 level class so it is going to be exceptionally difficult, i have to do 10 hours of volunteer work with old people and write about it. But i do get to read tuesdays with morrie, which i've been wanting to read so this is a good excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tuesdays and thursdays i have housing which nothing cool will probably ever happen in, and boot camp which will kick my ass every day for the rest of the semester no matter how used to it i get. the first class i think i died or had an out of body experience. On Tuesday nights i have psych of substance abuse, i already have a paper due on tuesday for that one, there is a girl in my class and her last name is pancake, how cool of a last name is that? ALSO there is a girl in it i didn't pay attention to her name during role, but she looks like a crack addict and i think she might think that the class is actually narcotics anonymous, when infact it is a class to just learn about people who abuse them, so hopefully it will help her out a little bit. Thursday nights i have sociology of humor, which i already had a good time in on thursday, so i am excited for the rest of the semester, my teacher said everyone will probably get made fun of at some point during this class, i am the only person in the class with red hair, so i can't wait to hear what he says. But we have 2 ANNOYING people in this one, one of them sits in the front and i got the low down on him from my new friend chris, apparently he thinks all the sociology teachers love him, but he is really just an annoying bitch and he laughed SO LOUD at everything the teacher said or made us watch. The other girl sits in the back, and talks alllll during class, i've had her in class before but they were classes where talking was welcomed because it was self defense and sculpture, so i didn't realize she did this during lecture as well, and because of her most people probably missed some jokes or didn't hear the things we were listening to, so i hope the teach puts her in her place. also this class is over boooked by 9 people, so people had to sit on the floor, i'm gonna have to get there early every week to get seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so that is is, my school week it is going to be a long one, but oh well now i have to go do the 1000 things i have to do for homework. Oh and incase anyone is interested i leave for the bahamas in 4 days!!!!! the high there on saturday is 78. so have fun without me here maybe ill call and let you guys hear the ocean :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;random song quote: "i dont think your ready for this jelly"- Destiny's Child "bootylicious"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-6004345775895435769?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6004345775895435769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=6004345775895435769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/6004345775895435769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/6004345775895435769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-week-in-review.html' title='My week in review'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-2142524064636669490</id><published>2009-01-14T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:38:58.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School, Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this is my 8th and final semester at school. can you believe it? i cannot. anyways i came back to school from break a little early this year to see my friends and such. We went out and had fun and slept in and it was awesome no school!!! On sunday our last day before school started we went to the most wonderful place in shepherdstown...Bettys! It was me lilli and jeremy. we got the ever famous most delicious awesomatic most gigantic burger in the world. well i mean it doesn't compare to the 8 pound ones i've seen on the travel channel, but it is big. the rumseyburger. here is a picture of all three of them taking over our table&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SW5ZAU4uYZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6_-n8nUVeMM/s1600-h/senior+year+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291264474348413330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SW5ZAU4uYZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6_-n8nUVeMM/s320/senior+year+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. how good do those babies look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After we ate the rumseyburger we decided to go to the rumsey memorial, and we looked at the river and went to the swings and went to the railroad track, and then it started sleeting on us and we had to walk back across campus to the warmth of our building. the rest of the day consisted of laying around and literally that is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Monday was the first day of school. and what a long day it was as are all the rest of my days actually i am writing this blog in my 6 1/2 hour break i have on wednesdays. I have a night class monday through thrusday, so i haven't even had my thursday class yet because it meets only once a week, and today is wednesday. I also have to work mon,tues,and wed 11-1 which isn't that bad cause im making bank, it just makes my days a little longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I really have no good things to write about, just wanted to update because i haven't in a while, I will give an awesome recap of the week probably tomorrow or friday, because there are some characters in my classes that i won't be getting into detail about right now. Tomorrow there is a comedian in the rams den and then were going to tonys! so that should be fun. Oh, so i have been helping the admissions office seperate test scores, and today there was one and the girl on it, her last name was cashdollar, and i was very jealous because that is like the coolest last name ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;alright check back soon for a recap of the school week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;random song quote:"Put you on my billboard, we can act like the charts, i can end up on top" T-pain "bartender"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-2142524064636669490?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2142524064636669490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=2142524064636669490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2142524064636669490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2142524064636669490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school-back-to-school.html' title='Back to School, Back to School'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SW5ZAU4uYZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6_-n8nUVeMM/s72-c/senior+year+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-3503347808657411282</id><published>2009-01-11T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:53:28.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Things You Might have Known...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...or maybe you didn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;First off, i would like to give street cred to lilli and jeremy for inspiring this post. you can read lilli's version here &lt;a href="http://alliterativelilli.blogspot.com/2009/01/26-things-that-make-me-really-happy.html"&gt;http://alliterativelilli.blogspot.com/2009/01/26-things-that-make-me-really-happy.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And you can read jeremys here. &lt;a href="http://www.jpblaine.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.jpblaine.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;   then you have to scroll to december 17, because for some reason i can't get it on a page by itself. So thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My middle name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So is my moms, and my sisters, and my brothers is Andrew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;broke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my back when i was in high school playing volleyball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am extremely afraid of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I used to have to take pills before i went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dentist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because if flouride got in my blood stream it could have been fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I do not like being out of bed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning, i would rather sleep all day and stay up all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If i had to eat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finger foods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the rest of my life, i would be perfectly okay with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My dad's name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and he is probably the most awesome person anyone will ever meet, and im not just saying that because he is my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my heart, it is probably closed up now, but that is why i had to take the pills to go to the dentist because if the flouride got in my blood and went in the hole, game over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ice cream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is in my top 5 favorite foods, and i am not even sure if it is considered an actual food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had a really good friend named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jessi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who died of heart failure in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have two for this one, i really like to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people, and i have a lot of friends named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;katie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or any variation of the spelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I made an awesome new friend this year named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lilli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and my senior year wouldn't be the same without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The majority of my friends are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i used men because this is letter m, usually i would say guys but gary was g lol. I have only a few close friends that are girls while the rest of them are boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In high school i was runner up on being the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nicest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person in my graduating class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My favorite place to go over the summer is to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outer Banks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in North Carolina, i hope to own a beach house down there one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My most favorite food is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pizza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't think there are to many people out there who would disagree with me. If not someone's favorite it is probably at least in most peoples top 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I enjoy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time with my sister, especially now because she is moving in july to colorado, and she out of anyone has had the most influence on me and things in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I believe that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;road trips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with friends are one of the most fun and awesome things to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I drive a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stick shift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; car, at first i was so mad that i got one, and now i can't imagine driving an automatic again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I watch to much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have heard this from numerous people, but it is just so good i can't help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have an aunt, cousin and uncle who live down &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Or in Australia if you didn't have that one figured out, and i went to visit them my senior year of high school, and have been wanting to go back ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My sister is getting married in Las &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vegas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in June, it will be my first time there, and probably my last for quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have worked at the same &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place since i was 16, and i judge other wings based off what we sell there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So X really sucks and this is what i'm using and it is totally cheating. I got chicken &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when i was very young, and only had about 10 total while my brother and sister were covered in them. I however have 3 scars because my sister picked them off of me. how nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;youngest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kid in my family, and i wouldn't have it any other way, having an older sister and brother is the best thing i could have asked for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One of the places i really wanna travel to is New &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zealand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i think that would be so incredible, and i just learned that it is the youngest country in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So i hope you learned something, or maybe you didn't cause maybe you already knew everything about me, but i hope you enjoyed this post as much as i enjoyed thinking of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;random song quote: "I'm gonna Fuck you softly I'm gonna screw you gently I'm gonna hump you sweetly I'm gonna ball you discreetly" -- Tenacious D "Fuck Her Gently"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-3503347808657411282?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3503347808657411282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=3503347808657411282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/3503347808657411282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/3503347808657411282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/01/26-things-you-might-have-known.html' title='26 Things You Might have Known...'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-7028162195558278374</id><published>2009-01-01T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:57:02.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So its here, 2009. The odd years are my years, i graduated in 2005 from high school, and i am graduating in 2009 from college, i hope a lot of awesome things happen this year. My one and only resolution is to make better decisions. I demonstrated that by getting black out drunk last night. My goal was to be wasted by midnight, and i was, and we had a good ol' time. Lots of friends and fun to bring in 09. This post is not going to be long, because i can't remember most of my night, but what i do remember i will elaborate on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Things I remember from last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. I drank 2 cans of joose, a bottle of champagne, and 2 bud lights, not sure if i had anymore or not, but that is what i remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. I called a lot of people at midnight and only jeremy, my mom, and allie picked up, thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. I sent out a mass text that said "Happy new lear" i don't actually remember doing that, but the proof was in my outbox today when i looked at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. I sent jimmy a text message that said "ooz eeeee lzzzz" or something that like that, followed by another saying "i mean im drunk, what are you doing" also don't remember that but i'm glad i have my phone to tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. A few days ago kate and i were watching a haunting and there was an evil spirit in these peoples house named seth, he was a black figure, when i put on my pj's i was wearing all black (i was ready for ninja day) and since i was wearing all black kate took a picture of me on her cell phone pretending to be seth the evil spirit (dont remember that either, kate told me, i guess this is more of a list of things people told me i did and some things i remember doing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. I fell down the stairs, i'm sure it hurt, but not at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7. I did not sleep all night, and at 6 am when i was laying behind the couch next to kate using my jacket as a pillow, the guys house we were at started flipping out because someone spilled a bowl of popcorn he was screaming "POPCORN!!!! REALLY GUYS?????" and then said all of you fuckers get out of my house. but we were all still drunk and cody lives one neighborhood down, so when the sun came up around 7 we left and slept at codys. because in the words of everyone things seem less illegal during the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8. I woke up at 11:30 thought about my night and drove back to sterling with kate, and i just woke up from a nap considering i got about 4 hours of sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, it was fun bringing in the year with my friends, 08 was quite a year, i can't wait to see what 09 has in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Sidenote: my last day of work is sunday and lilli is coming on monday!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;random song quote: "if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it."- Beyonce "single ladies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Im still not completely sure what that line means, if you like what? and dont people usually put a ring on someones finger because they love them, not because they like "it"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-7028162195558278374?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7028162195558278374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=7028162195558278374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/7028162195558278374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/7028162195558278374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-1914438921935997145</id><published>2008-12-27T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:59:59.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, how much do you hate it when people cancel on you and leave you high and dry sitting in your house painfully bored after you already got excited for the nights festivities? Because i fucking hate it. a lot. If you couldn't tell, this happened to me, tonight. and i am still bitter. We had been planning on hanging out for a while now, and tonight was a good night for both of us cause he had to hang out with his sis during the day, and i had to work and i got off at 5, perfect. I called when i got off work, and he is like yeah definately just call me when your out of the shower, once i got out of the shower i see wow there are FOUR new texts, from him. Saying hey, i have to hang out with my cousin tonight, but we can hang out for a little while still. It was about 6 when this happened, he had to hang out with his cousin at 9, i still had to finish getting ready and eat, and then drive to his house 20-30 min away. So that leaves us about an hour maybe 2 to hang out. That is not what we had planned and i had turned down other offers of the day because i had already made plans. So now i am sitting at home, thank goodness i played my new wii games, painted my toenails, and watched the drug years on vh1. It is not even 11 yet, and i am bored out of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In other news, i have a little bit of money now. Oh! and Lilli is coming to see me next week i am so so so soooo excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I really have nothing else to say this post is boring and i am sorry for anyone who reads it but i had to get that off my chest. I suppose i can talk about christmas for a minute. Oh this is good. here ya go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We went to Christmas eve service at my church at 11 o clock at night like we always do, and there is this girl that also goes to that service..We made fun of her last year for wearing pajamas that said something along the lines of "santas naughty cookie" on them, we were like well normally God doesn't care what you wear, but he is judging you right now. Well, this year she had on pajamas again. BUT they were shorts and she had them on over jeans...and the jeans were rolled up..and she had on knee high socks that had lights on them..and the pajamas said "meet me under the mistletoe" and this girl has a baby, and my mom said yeah...meet me under the mistletoe look where that got her, a baby and no daddy. And i laughed really hard, cause that fuckin funny, the girl is a year younger than me, her baby is almost 1. But seriously don't wear pj's that say your a slut on them to church please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Christmas was good for the sisson family santa brought some awesome presents, and later in the night i went to kates familys house and we celebrated with a bottle of white wine, a 12 pack on yuenglings, and shots of crown royal. It was awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Random Song Quote: "I know its not mine but i'll see if i can use it for the weekend or a one night stand" - Sugar Ray "every morning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-1914438921935997145?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1914438921935997145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=1914438921935997145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1914438921935997145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1914438921935997145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored...'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-7108537663364235704</id><published>2008-12-22T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:43:55.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Broke and Have Road Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I worked today, i made some moola, and i spent it all immediately after work on presents for everyone! yay! I need to work more so i can have more money. Or i just need a paycheck, i know there is one coming to me in the future from school, and i'll be getting one from this work, but umm it takes TWO weeks to get paychecks, i need money NOW. I'm going to a street corner in DC in order to get this done. Just kidding, but im seriously considering it. I bet i could make like 200 bucks in 3 hours. It would be worth standing in the cold, and possibly being arrested, raped, and killed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, i realize Christmas in like 3 days away, but I cannot for the life of me get into the Christmas spirit. I was almost there today folks the buying of presents, the spending of money, and Christmas songs on every radio station i turned to, it was all working for me and i was like hey!Christmas is on thursday...UNTILLLLLLL i realized that people in sterling,VA have never drove a car a before, and if they have no one ever taught them to proper way to drive said car. I believe that every.single.other.person. (besides me) wants every other driver on the road to either. A) create an accident. or B) get into an accident. I have 2 perfect examples that left me screaming and cussing at the top of my lungs in my car and cursing all of sterling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Example one: I was leaving the mall, all excited to get home and eat dinner, but first i had to stop off and buy grandma a gift card. So i'm coming out of the mall, waiting patiently at the light to turn left onto the road that gets me where im going, and i notice that allllllllllll the people going straight are backed up into the intersection and realize i might have to wait a minute in order to actually make the turn while they slowly move out of my way, no biggie i can wait an extra second. BUT apparently the assholes that were across from me also turning left, in the backed up intersection and going their way, those assholes can't wait ONE FUCKING SECOND for anything. Both our lights turned green at the same time, i had a little bit of room to actually turn so i started go, so did the people coming across. I slammed on my breaks cause douche bag was headed straight for my fucking car, great! Where did he think he was going? THAT TRAFFIC WAS BACKED UP INTO THE INTERSECTION AND HE TRIED TO GET IN LINE WITH THEM TO WAIT AT THE LIGHT???? well now that i'm not going and about to get into a head on collison, both the douche that came toward me is honking at me, and the person behind me is also honking cause duh the light is green and i should be driving. I had to do some very illegal things and flick someone off in order to turn. MERRY CHRISTMAS ASSHOLE. you almost caused a crash that woulda ruined everyones christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Example two: Happened approximately 5 minutes after example number 1. i was already pissed and hungry and wanted to get home. But remember i had to get the gift card. So i go to turn into the shopping center where said place is. ANOTHER ASSHOLE! sterling is FILLED with them. Was sitting there making a U turn in his GIANT hummer, and his high beams were on blinding me. Hey fucktard, i drive a sunfire, i cannot see around your army vehicle. no one is coming behind me why don't you fucking do your U turn. But he didn't. So i had to inch and inch and inch and inch and inch and finally just decided that no one was coming and hoped for the best, and if someone had hit me i woulda blamed the hummer for blocking my view and blinding me. Once i turned I screamed at the top of my lungs something along the lines of "WHY DOES NO ONE IN THIS TOWN KNOW HOW TO DRIVE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" and was happy i was alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now how am i supposed to get into the christmas spirit when people keep pissing me off?? Anyway i finished shopping, made it home and ate dinner with my mom and dad. And thanked my mom for teaching me to be a GOOD driver. Its an elite club in this part of town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway Merry Christmas. Happy Hannuka (that ain't spelled right) Happy Kwanzaa, anything else i forgot, just be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Random song quote: "Now I love pussy and pussy loves me like a lemon to the lime and the bumble to the bee." - Eazy E "gimme that nut"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-7108537663364235704?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7108537663364235704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=7108537663364235704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/7108537663364235704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/7108537663364235704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-broke-and-have-road-rage.html' title='I&apos;m Broke and Have Road Rage'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-87589452456975708</id><published>2008-12-21T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:27:56.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats a girl gotta do to get some sleep??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Granted it is totally my fault that i have gotten no sleep these past couple days and i tried to make up for getting only 3 hours of sleep in one night by getting 12 the next, my sleep cycle is fucked and all my body wants to do is lay in bed. all.day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; With that out of the way on to more important things. Last night was super fun, i went out to arlington to visit jeremy! yay i missed him a lot already. His parents were having a party and i got to come it was pretty awesome. We got joosed, as we normally do. We also had copious amounts of beer, played sonic on his sega, and called lilli. His friend lucas came over, and also Jimmy came over, it was good to see him, since i haven't seen him in a couple weeks. Lilli also called us at some point in the night and we talked to her for a while. I became best friends with jeremy's little sister annie once jimmy and lucas left cause she hung out with me while jer talked on the phone. We passed out somewhere around 4 i think. We woke up super early and i decided to leave. it was 9am. I however ended up sitting in my car for 30 minutes while the ice thawed off of it. I made it home in good time it only took a half an hour. Everytime i leave his house i end up coming a different way home and i don't know how it even happens, but it does. I walked in the house and got directly back in bed and tried to sleep until noon because i had to work at 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I still have absolutely no idea why i had to work today, i went in at 1 and got off at 4, it would have made a lot more sense for me to work those 3 hours if it was during the skins game, but they didnt even play until 4:15 so i made it home from work in time to see kick off and it was just getting really busy when i left, poor planning on their part. i mean sweet 3 extra hours on my paycheck, but really whatever. Excitment ensued at work when a little boy left 3 fake dragon tatoo's on his table and we put them on. I have the coolest dragon on my arm right now its purple and red and i feel like such a badass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My brother and his fiance had us over for dinner tonight, we had steak, pork chops, corn, baked potatos, rice, salad, cookies. They got a new grill, dinner was delicious and it helped me shake the stupid hangover i had all day, i hadn't had a real hangover since like august and i hated it. As soon as i got home i got back in bed to watch tv but my sleepy body decided to take a nap...and as soon as i turned off the tv and closed my eyes 15 people decided it would be perfect to text me, so i am awake now and writing a blog that is stupid and not interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fun Facts! i filled up my entire gas tank for less that 20 dollars yesterday, i have to work tomorrow morning hopefully i will make some cash so i can go christmas shopping (which i still haven't done) and my friends wanna drink tonight but i don't know if i have it in me, i am lame lol. Also i want cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Random song quote: "If she a pothead with too many zits. A movie star withinflatable tits." - Little T "Shaniqua don't live here no mo'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-87589452456975708?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/87589452456975708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=87589452456975708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/87589452456975708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/87589452456975708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-girl-gotta-do-to-get-some-sleep.html' title='Whats a girl gotta do to get some sleep??'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-429043450948328215</id><published>2008-12-18T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:30:38.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is Where the Beer is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most people upon returning home for break from school actually do a lot less drinking then they did the entire school year. I however do not, because my friends at home drink just as much as my friends at school. The past 2 nights have been rediculous. I worked (yes i did) on tuesday night made about 70 bucks or so but then bought a case of beer, and had to declare more money in tips than i actually walked out with, that was depressing. Anyways, after work, ben ryan and i made the trip out to fairfax to visit kate. And by visit i mean drink heavily and pass out. Which is just what we did, I learned a new drinking game called landmines. I will be bringing that back to Shepherd with me, if you want to play i cannot describe it on here, we will have to hang out and i will show you in person. Anyway moral of the story, landmines gets you fucked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When i woke up on wednesday morning kate had just left to go nanny and i was switching from the bed i fell asleep in to her bed, cause i love her bed, i accidently slept until 1 when kate came home and proceeded to wake me up like this "HEY! ASSHOLE!!! GET UP!!!!" and i did because i was starving and it was one o clock. We went to noodles and company for lunch, and we both got macaroni and cheese, kate ate hers in less than 30 seconds, and was still hungry and got pot stickers. I didn't finish mine but luckily kate has a never ending pit in her stomach and finished it off for me. We came home laid in bed and watched a haunting on discovery and then kate took a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We decided we were drinking again last night, which then required me to go to target to buy clothes cause all i had was sweats and a wings shirt and a shirt from cubby's 2 different restaraunts im such a fatass. I got a pair of underwear, a new bra because the one i was wearing literally broke in half the wire snapped honestly that shit would only happen to me, i got a t shirt and i ended up buying the cutest coat ever made, it was 50% off so i had to jump on it. We went to fridizzles (TGIFridays for those who don't know) and i got the cheesy bacon cheeseburger it has a layer of fried provelone on it, in other words its like heaven for your mouth. Then we stopped by another store for 2 cases of beer, and i scored big time cause they had red joose, it was my first time with red joose and it lived up to all of my expectations of it. Kates friend Colin brought 2 18 packs over. And a few people came over and we were all hammered. The toilet broke. CAN YOU BELIEVE THE TOILET BROKE!! i was freaking out cause it reminded me of empty the fridge the night. But i figured out what was wrong the chain is broken in the tank. Me and James somehow got it to flush and we were the heros, but we had to use the upstairs bathroom all night. Kate decided she was going to "make a sign" for the bathroom door. She took markers and wrote BROKE in huge letters on the door. Then fixed it a little and it says hey mother fuckers don't use this bathroom it is BROKEN! and then everyone wrote on it, even spongebob, he wrote his famous krusty krab pizza song. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zunU6S0sDY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zunU6S0sDY&lt;/a&gt; click that to see how awesome it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I woke up this morning the house reaked of booze and kate was going to work. We went to ihop i have no money again. When we got home sarah and i cleaned up and watched a haunting on discovery again (a lady got bit by a ghost). I am finally home and just ate some yummy pizza. Tomorrow i get to see jeremy! yay!! So for those of you who are wondering why the title of this blog is today was a shitshow, i hope you're getting the jist of how my life works. everyday is a shitshow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Random Song Quote: "I like to fuck leather pants gerry curls"- Tila Tequila "i like to fuck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-429043450948328215?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/429043450948328215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=429043450948328215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/429043450948328215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/429043450948328215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-is-where-beer-is.html' title='Home is Where the Beer is'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-712931855551423374</id><published>2008-12-14T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:34:58.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe it's Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well girls and boys, Thursday marked the end of the semester for me, and most of my friends. It is really unbelievable that it is over already and I only have one more semester until I graduate. We ended the semester the only way we know how; lots of alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On Thursday katy moved out because she is leaving me next semester, which is totally weird considering we have lived together sooo long. Allie went home for break early in the afternoon, and Lilli and I went to martinsburg for the essential items needed for a blow out 2 nights. Essential item number one was the worst sweater ever for a tacky sweater party we were attending on thursday night. And essential item number two was aparently in our minds a handle of aristocrat vodka and a handle of this rum called ron pablo, no one ever buy that. Anyway, We got home with what we needed and made drinks at 3:30 and then Jeremy picked us up for dinner and we continued to drink from 5 until pass out time. Our sweaters were bangin though he is a lovely family portrait.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279850282260861442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SUXL251nkgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SVVoU4S44U0/s320/shepherd+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We made it home from the sweater party all in tact jeremy got a little bruised up from falling down the stairs, and being drug down a hallway, but they are minor injuries and he will heal up in no time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Friday we woke up and cleaned the apartment because i forgot to mention that jeremy tried desperately to build a fort in our living room and the furniture was everywhere, but it is now back in place, and i did some of the dishes that were left in the sink and lilli did the rest when she woke up. I eventually took a shower and we were celebrating Peter's birthday, for those of you who do not know Peter is my sculpture head, we had a few people over to drink and celebrate no school. Kate, Sarah, and Kelly came up from VA for the festivity. The ron pablo and the bacardi 151 are almost gone and two 30 packs of bud light and a case of miller high life were all gone when we woke up on saturday morning. Peter was passed out on the beer pong table and my other sculpture guy Homer lost an eye. The night was a success. We played lots of games drank lots of alcohol danced to lots of michael jackson and forgot all about the semester that is now behind us. Here is my favorite picture of the night, sarah spilt her entire drink in our kitchen and all over Jeb's foot...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279852730533934786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SUXOFaXZ9sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DpAT4gXJbuQ/s320/shepherd+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had to drive home on saturday and go to a pampered chef party my mom was having. Lucky for me it was also a cocktail party. I got home at 3:15 and had to shower and be ready by 4 don't worry i did it. I then started drinking Titos (best vodka ever made) and cranberrys. Kate showed up and was makin margaritas and then my brother came over after the party and he also was having some SD's (strong drinks) with us, we put in the office DVD board game that katy got me for christmas and that was fun and then we ordered pan pizza from pizza hut and rented step brothers. I was pretty drunk by the end of the night, oh and we ran out of ice at some point, and my dad (who was also drinking titos and cranberry, but he only puts the cranberry in for color) decided we needed to get more so my brother drove us to the store, aparently this is what happened inside. Dad ran in quickly and then took 10 minutes to get a bag of ice. He didn't even wait in line though he just got a bag of ice and gave 3 dollars to a guy stocking the shelves and said i am taking this ice and ran back out. I wish i could have witnessed that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today was a day for recovery, unfortunately my football team sucks and forgot how to play football today so they lost to the bengals, and will not be in the playoffs yay! oh well im over it. I am also about to go to IHOP with ben and ryan that should be fun. And Lilli was going to come over today but she texted me and said she might just go home. I am assuming that is what happened because i haven't heard otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Random song quote: "Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle"- "candy shop"   50 cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-712931855551423374?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/712931855551423374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=712931855551423374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/712931855551423374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/712931855551423374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-its-over.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe it&apos;s Over...'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SUXL251nkgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SVVoU4S44U0/s72-c/shepherd+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-6725242344160823315</id><published>2008-12-06T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:36:23.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, i am working hall security, its my last shift of the semester! yayyyy!! i haven't posted in a while and still don't have anything good to talk about but i am going to try a post out of my ass about the shenanigans we have gotten into since the picture post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G. a girl and her boyfriend are making out hard core right in front of me in the lobby of maple i am so grossed out they are not a good looking couple, katy its the couple that you were just talking about on the way to wal-mart the punk one, omg they are still making out please please please stop this is so awkward central i cant handle it. okay they are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on thursday nothing happened at all, lilli and i saw our break dancing dude in the gym and the rams den unfortunately he was not break dancing any of the two times we saw him. We had a delicious meal of chicken fingers and fries in the rams den on jeremy's meal plan, thanks jer! and then got home got showered got dressed and we went to the boys radio show, i was to embarassed to say anything on the radio, even though i am pretty sure that not to many people were listening to shepherd radio station at 10 o clock at night, but i was still to scared. Lilli said a joke on the radio it was pretty good lol. We went to tony's afterward and i only had 2 beers cause i had to drive my car back cause i didn't want a ticket i am so responsible.  Tonys was fun though we had a good time and lilli and i and jeremy and i danced and we had a good time, like we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, lilli, dave, jake, and i went to buffalo wild wings for dinner, if you have not been there and you loooooove buffalo wings i highly suggest you go there. we had a lot of yummy food and jake drank 2 giant beers because he was nervous to go to the art show we were about to attend, because he said that he always says the wrong things at them so i told him not to talk. he did good for the most part. The show was really good, jeremy had a piece in it which was totally awesome loved it jer! and there was all sorts of crazy art work that really made you think for a little. This one girl had a little booth set up and was taking pictures of people during the show and then they were playing on a slide show on the wall next to the booth. She like had you sit in a chair and then close your eyes and did something to affect one of your senses and as soon as you  made the face she took the picture, it was really cool and funny to look at all the pictures that she took. After that we went over to the boys house and it was like 32 degrees in there so we went home and put on 12 layers of clothes so we weren't cold anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremys two friends from home were up visiting for his art show and they are twins! the coolest twins in the world in fact. Tommy (one of the twins) showed us a new fun drinking game called superlatives, where you come up with a question like most likely to get arrested by the end of the semester or something like that and then everyone has everyone elses name on a piece of paper and you put in who you think is most likely to do that and if your name gets thrown in you have to figure out who put you and if you guess right they drink if you guess wrong you drink. i think it is the most fun game in the state, maybe even the world. Then when we woke up tommy was sleeping on the church pew which made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch we went to the beloved bettys. Lilli was a virgin to the place so she was probably most excited but then again i get that excited everytime we decide that we are going to go. Jeremy got a rumsey burger i decided i shouldn't even attempt one again its way to big for me and i know this but i do enjoy how delicious it is. I got a grilled ham and cheese, argueably the second best thing on the menu omg it is so good im not even hungry right now and i want a grilled ham and cheese. Lilli and dave got the same thing i think its called a country skillet bowl it has everything one person wants for breakfast combined in a bowl, i think there is home fries eggs gravy either with sausage or with chipped beef cheese and a biscuit. ahh what will they come out with next, bettys solves all your food dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i forgot to say we stopped at wal-mart last night cause lilli and i are going to tie dye some t shirts so we got a kit im so psyched. buttttttt i was thinking about how freaking expensive my total was cause i bought the t shirts and lilli bought the dye, i also had to get some paint brushes and glue, and my total was 22 dollars and i didn't think anything of it because we were in a hurry to get to the art show. But today i was all like waiiiiit hold up 22 dollars for 10 dollar pack on shirts, 72 cent paint brushes and 2 dollar glue, now that doesn't add up, so i looked at my receipt and the lady somehow also rang me up for the tie dye, even though lilli bought it before me and had already paid for it and was holding it in a bag, how weird. So i called today and the manager said just come in and go to the service desk they will take care of you so katy and i made the trek out to wal mart and i stood in line at customer service and katy got chap stick and a book about cookies. i got my 10 dollars back and was happy and then got a baconater for dinner lol and katy got arbys and ate the entire meal before we got home i enjoyed mine at our apartment and now i am sitting at the desk in maple. someone  broke a bottle of vinigar down here and it smells but im used to it but everyone keeps talking to me about it like i have all the answers lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random song quote: "she cook she clean never smells like onion rings" - webbie "independent"&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/4501873373418851383-6725242344160823315?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6725242344160823315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=6725242344160823315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/6725242344160823315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/6725242344160823315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/odds-and-ends.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-8203879976290126475</id><published>2008-12-02T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:27:37.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYGYaETWRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUCXgTwSZgk/s1600-h/beer+pong+break+in+day+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275411029895108882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYGYaETWRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUCXgTwSZgk/s320/beer+pong+break+in+day+095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jeremy, one of my wonderful friends, and pictured with me above decided i should do a picture post, i have some pretty excellent pictures so i did and this is it, enjoy there will be few words mostly pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYF1NAXl0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/o-qShPlGY2g/s1600-h/family3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275410425093527362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYF1NAXl0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/o-qShPlGY2g/s320/family3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a picture of me and my wonderful family they are the coolest people any one will ever meet, this was taken at charles town races and slots for my moms birthday a couple years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYFcvSjz0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/fBwquiPFLmQ/s1600-h/n50801535_30517932_4885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275410004799901506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYFcvSjz0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/fBwquiPFLmQ/s320/n50801535_30517932_4885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is Dave and Jeremy, they stole my beer can, at least i think it is dave, his face is completely covered, the note says "if you ever want to see your beer can again bring mad alcohol to 301" that can was lost all year, it is safely back in my apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYFT-fDzRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8Xy2Vn8cBTc/s1600-h/randompeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409854260038930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYFT-fDzRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8Xy2Vn8cBTc/s320/randompeople.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a random party we had at our apartment, pictured: Front row L to R Marshall, me, Jake, Katy Back Row Andy, and Dave, dave is my favorite part of this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYFKqtVdAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jLhC6dEnIKw/s1600-h/totallyawesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409694332384258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYFKqtVdAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jLhC6dEnIKw/s320/totallyawesome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was the night katy met her boyfriend nick, also it is one my most favorite pictures of her and i, i think she hates it lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYE9nbIGZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Cxt1bTN1o5E/s1600-h/winning+beer+pong.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409470112405906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYE9nbIGZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Cxt1bTN1o5E/s320/winning+beer+pong.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a picture of me and lilli pwning at beer pong, i believe we just won that game and that is our celebratory dance, pretty awesome huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYE3IHuq6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/a27G2VauGOw/s1600-h/senior+year+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409358630333346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYE3IHuq6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/a27G2VauGOw/s320/senior+year+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was actually taken during empty the fridge night, i tried to get all 4 of us in it but you can only see daves chin and nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYErkQzOqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lE4OvMcjKzM/s1600-h/senior+year+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409160026143394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYErkQzOqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lE4OvMcjKzM/s320/senior+year+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was taken at Chubbys in Philly, they sold Colt 45, that is the coolest thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYEgZjBc9I/AAAAAAAAADw/0YrdMVawg_A/s1600-h/senior+year+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275408968171221970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYEgZjBc9I/AAAAAAAAADw/0YrdMVawg_A/s320/senior+year+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good picture of the 4 of us from philly, were all actually looking at the camera and look like we like each other, which is good :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYETeZya_I/AAAAAAAAADo/or3yRP2VoUE/s1600-h/senior+year+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275408746136366066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYETeZya_I/AAAAAAAAADo/or3yRP2VoUE/s320/senior+year+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was taken on the drive up, i actually got that one with only half a car in it, i feel like that is superior photo skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYEE6YUqtI/AAAAAAAAADg/rNZvomTtYZc/s1600-h/senior+year+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275408495948376786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYEE6YUqtI/AAAAAAAAADg/rNZvomTtYZc/s320/senior+year+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was somewhere on our way to philly, we were probably on or around martin luther king blvd. It is tyrone's chicken, anyone wanna eat there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYDqznENDI/AAAAAAAAADY/f6q8oy5UzvI/s1600-h/senior+year+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275408047454565426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYDqznENDI/AAAAAAAAADY/f6q8oy5UzvI/s320/senior+year+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was taken over at the boys house some night, jake looks terrified, and who can blame him? lilli is holding a bud heavy, and i have a bottle of bacardi gold who wants to guess that night didn't end well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYDi295RUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2v3CdOL8XAQ/s1600-h/senior+year+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275407910916670786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYDi295RUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2v3CdOL8XAQ/s320/senior+year+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is 3 out of the 4 lovely ladies who live in our apartment, we usually always look like that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So i decided i don't like the joke of the day and i am changeing it to random song quote of the day. Here is the first one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"haters get mad cause i got me some bathin apes" - soulja boy "crank that"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-8203879976290126475?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8203879976290126475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=8203879976290126475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8203879976290126475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/8203879976290126475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post!'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STYGYaETWRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUCXgTwSZgk/s72-c/beer+pong+break+in+day+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-4012356664358211887</id><published>2008-12-01T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:40:50.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty the Fridge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well Jeremy is graduating in 2 weeks, this is a very sad thought, but we had a party last night for him. We were supposed to empty the fridge, but you can't really do that with only 7 people, we probably would have died if the fridge was actually emptied. We did however drink A LOT of alcohol. My mom contributed 140 jello shooters, which were gone when i woke up this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We decided to keep track of how much we were drinking by having a card and everyone had a different color marker and a different color had to give you your mark. It was a good idea, here is what they looked like..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRIaKIRVFI/AAAAAAAAABY/vDmWY6Os2a4/s1600-h/senior+year+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274920677790536786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRIaKIRVFI/AAAAAAAAABY/vDmWY6Os2a4/s200/senior+year+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRJRFmrtOI/AAAAAAAAABo/LURQu7Mu4Dk/s1600-h/senior+year+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274921621468722402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRJRFmrtOI/AAAAAAAAABo/LURQu7Mu4Dk/s200/senior+year+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRSlIH-JII/AAAAAAAAACI/cuFU-mIC7Ng/s1600-h/senior+year+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274931861347247234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRSlIH-JII/AAAAAAAAACI/cuFU-mIC7Ng/s200/senior+year+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRSlsknnkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CGoCwBnlpDw/s1600-h/senior+year+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274931871131082306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRSlsknnkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CGoCwBnlpDw/s200/senior+year+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was obviously early in th night, no one has that many check marks yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274921228613657666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRI6OGvJEI/AAAAAAAAABg/40JznYU8T20/s200/senior+year+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you were to see the cards as i saw them when i left everyone had like a million dash marks, and on the back we were keeping track of jello shooters, i think dave ate 50 of them by himself. he was really champin it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, we started drinking really early like at 4. We were all blacked out at 8, i think more people came over and we were all hammered lol, how pissed would you be if you showed up at your friends house at 8 and everyone was already hammed. So dave and i passed out in a chair together and he was holding a beer and he spilt the entire thing on us, and my pants were soaking wet. I think that is why i ended up taking my pants of for the rest of the night...i don't know what time that was but im guessing it was pretty early because everyone was asleep before midnight. Then as i was laying in bed, aaron knocked on daves door letting us know that the toilet over flowed, everyone blamed me but it was not me, and i fixed it in my shirt no pants and daves HUGE skater like shoes. i looked awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I woke up this morning confused of where i was and what time it was and where my pants were. Lilli and i had to get back to campus because we had 9:10 classes today, awesome. I woke up at about 8 and then went to jeremys room for a while and we relived the fact that we were all blacked out and passed out before midnight, i found my pants but did not put them on because they were still wet and smelled like a bud heavy. I did however find a pair of pj pants in my car that i put on, they were bright yellow with christmas lights on them. Lilli and i had to sit in my car forever cause it was frozen solid and i couldn't drive it yet we stopped at mcdonalds where i got a glimpse of myself in the window and thought to myself or maybe it was outloud "how do i have any friends?" I got 2 hashbrowns and a GIANT sprite at mcdonalds, came home with a mild hangover and went to yoga, and thought i was going to have sprint out and vom because we were doing this crazy rocking thing that wasn't helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So the night was a success in that we got wasted, but we did not empty the fridge, were going to have to drink it all this weekend i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Joke of the Day: What did the left nut say to the right nut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The guy in the middle thinks he is so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-4012356664358211887?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4012356664358211887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=4012356664358211887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/4012356664358211887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/4012356664358211887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/empty-fridge.html' title='Empty the Fridge?'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/STRIaKIRVFI/AAAAAAAAABY/vDmWY6Os2a4/s72-c/senior+year+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-6111093909987652983</id><published>2008-11-29T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:39:14.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, it has been a week since i wrote a blog.  I've been super busy seeing family and friends and whatnot. I finally have some free time to update ya'll on my wonderful crazy life. here is break in day order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sunday: Remember how the last time i wrote, we had just gotten back from philly, and i was super tired, well i started my thanksgiving break by going to sleep at 2 am and being woken up by my dad at 9am, because he is redoing my bathroom and had some crazy loud saw in the bathroom, which i interestingly enough share a wall with is so it sounded like he was tearing down my bedroom wall, it was impossible to sleep through so i got up and ate bacon. thank god there was bacon. My mom decided to take off all week so i got to see her all day everyday which was nice. Also the skins beat the seahawks that night and we had steak for dinner so that was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Monday: since gary (my dad) refused to let me sleep in on sunday, i slept until 2pm on monday it was awesome. When i woke up my grandma was at my house with cinnamon buns (awesome).  But was giving me bad news that because the bathroom is getting redone my mom needed to stay at home all day tomorrow cause the new bathtub was coming and i had to take grandma to the doctors office. okay i can do that. I also hung out with my good friend Ed and we watched superbad, which never gets old no matter how many times you watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tuesday:  Up at 7am to drive grandma to the doctors office she was told to be there at 8, we got there at 7:45.  We then sat in the waiting room until 10:10 when they finally called her back. HOLY SHIT make an old lady and her cranky tired granddaughter sit in the waiting room for over 2 hours, thanks.  Luckily for me they had some danke ass coffee and grandma bought me a nature valley bar and i then had energy, to do nothing, cause i was in a waiting room. I was supposed to go to lunch with my sister at 11:30 but grandma wasn't done yet and i left her there and my mom had to go pick her up she finally got home at 12:30, why did that take so long? I went to lunch with valerie and we had japanese food it was delicious. I came home took a shower and waited for kate to call me and i went out to fairfax around 6 we got fridays for dinner, and i ordered a drink called volcano exlposion or something i think it was just liquor cause i was tipsy after dinner, and it cost as much as my fucking meal.  We proceeded to drink heavily all night and had a boonsfarm circle which made me miss my peeps in sheptown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wednesday: Holy shit wednesday, brad (my brother) and i went out to happy hour at chilis at about 3:45 we had about 6 beers there and then went to our place of employment, buffalo wing factory and proceeded to drink there until 8, our bill was like 30 bucks so i think we had 15 beers. We were hammer time and his fiance had to drive us home, at his house i fell down the steps and couldn't beat guitar hero on easy cause i had to close one eye to see the notes.  Kate came and got me and we went to ihop with ben and ryan where i scarffed down coffee cake pancakes with apples and cinnamon on them(they were so good) eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and was white knuckling one of kates cheese sticks.  Shit was good. I passed out at 1:30 and was so excited for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thursday: Brad didn't come for thanksgiving dinner and he really missed out me and my sister sang an awesome rendition of bohemiem rhapsody for my grandma cause she told us she had never heard of queen (yeah right everyone knows who they are) Valerie also made 2 different kinds of rolls and cinnamon butter. There was lots of food eaten.  And valerie made pumpkin cheesecake and chocolate pumpkin mini pies i had a piece of cheese cake and a mini pie. Then i went over to kates to see her family and her grandparents..I had another piece of pie (i hate my life) Kates dad's friends wife (did ya follow) is from thailand and speaks like no english and she was talking to me, i think she was telling me i was really pretty and that i need to smile more often and i sat down with coffee that i later found myself chugging to get out of the presence of this woman who was plastered and not making any sense and sitting in my chair with me with her arms around me not letting me get up, kate and i made a run for it over to my house for an hour and when we got back that lady was passed out in kates sisters bed. I had to sleep at grandmas cause val and i were going shopping in the morning...luckily valerie brought season 5 of the golden girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Friday: We woke up at 3:30 am. I can't beleive i woke up at that hour, we went to kohls at 4 am the line was wrapped around the buliding to get in i have no idea why we got in valerie bought a lot of stuff for people then we went to the mall i bought 5 pair of underwear. valerie bought a lot of stuff, she ended up saving 200 dollars at ann taylor though cause she got a 2 dresses one was originally 100 dollars the other was 80 and a pair of pants that were also 80 and when it rang up it was only 50 bucks for all 3. There were crazy lines outside both radio shack and game stop and we had chic fila for breakfast mmmm. We got back to grandmas at 7:30 and i got back in bed til 11.  We had waffles and leftovers for lunch (its a family tradition waffles the day after) And then we went to wings for dinner and i had my first legal beer with my mom and dad.  I then went out to fridays with ben and ryan and i was DD. I am so responsible, they drank some long islands and some 7 and 7's and i enjoyed my water.  I did however get some joose for kate and i and we got joosed later in the night. I woke up in the morning and kate's mom made me ham and eggs mmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Saturday: well it technically hasn't happened yet, but were going to reston town center for my brothers best friends birthday tonight, and i am packing up somethings to go back home tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is a long blog and i'm sorry, but i had to squeeze it all in, becuase i know empty the fridge day (tomorrow) will have to be its own blog. I am bringing like 100 and some jello shooters, so beware people its going to be a shitshow. I miss everybody and can't wait to see them again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Joke of the day: What do you do with a years worth of used condoms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Melt them, turn them into a tire and call it a good year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/4501873373418851383-6111093909987652983?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6111093909987652983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=6111093909987652983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/6111093909987652983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/6111093909987652983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-break.html' title='What a Break!'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-5855838298278871639</id><published>2008-11-22T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:14:49.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innn West Philadelphia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was awesome. We as in Me, Lilli, Dave, and Jeremy drove to Philly for 3 things. 1. to get lilli an ID, 2. to get delicious cheese steaks, and 3. to meet gram (jeremy's grandma). All things on that list were a great success. however, you can't have a road trip with ridiculous things happening to you correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jeremy scored us a GPS from marshall last night so we did not look up any directions and trusted Doreen (that is what we named her) to get us to Philly safe and sound. But doreen, she had a different idea. She was going to get us there alright, but she was going to take us through the projects of every city, especially baltimore, it was scary luckily i was quick on my feet and snapped some really good pictures of the scary place we were in. here are a few..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjjYIJ2HtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dmidKOQRIGA/s1600-h/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271713367482310354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjjYIJ2HtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dmidKOQRIGA/s320/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In this picture, we see a few of the awesome houses in innercity baltimore, it was utterly terrifying, all of our doors were locked but i was sti&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjj0vE8hYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VUTwtBwIyyE/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271713858967078274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjj0vE8hYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VUTwtBwIyyE/s320/Picture+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In this picture please note that there is barbed wire alllllll around the top of that fence, why did doreen do this to us you ask? so we could have awesome picture i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moving on, we then encountered an awesome bilboard sign that said and looked like this... if you can't read the bottom part it says teach your kid it's not a dirty word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271714674040627794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjkkLdn4lI/AAAAAAAAAA4/giIiE_ctZo4/s320/Picture+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, once we got through all the scary shit we then came to a road that made everyone laugh because this is what it was called,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjlLk8pFOI/AAAAAAAAABA/TiVukTBs3lE/s1600-h/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271715350896514274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjlLk8pFOI/AAAAAAAAABA/TiVukTBs3lE/s320/Picture+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;funny cause blue balls are funny, but wait 20 min. later we saw this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjlg6Sz-JI/AAAAAAAAABI/SxVk-w713dQ/s1600-h/Picture+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271715717403900050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjlg6Sz-JI/AAAAAAAAABI/SxVk-w713dQ/s320/Picture+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the way there was quite an adventure, i am glad doreen took us that route, even though jeremy was in the backseat screaming at us that we should not listen a word she was saying because she was wrong, oh but she got us there a few hilarious pictures and jokes later, we never would have awesome pictures like this if we just took 95 up, now would we jeremy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It took us most of the day to do this trip, literally from like 10:30 until 9:30, but it was well worth it. I even got a t-shirt from chubby's the place we got cheese steaks mmmm they were delicious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything happened very successfully, we got lilli's id, which is really legit, and that transaction wasn't sketchy at all (just kidding) but seriously why hasn't that place been shut down? oh well, my friend has one i don't care if they shut down now. We had delicious cheese steaks, oh and Chubby's sold colt 45 40's it was pretty awesome, and the two kids in line in front of us bought two smirnoff ice's they are cool. And we got to meet jeremy's gram, she called jake a pansy cause he met her before and he is scared of her. I think she is the most awesome lady ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We stopped for coffee on the way home, and someone at that reststop was smoking weed hard core, we wanted to score some, and said if we did jake would be so mad he didn't come and went to work instead, but at least he is scoring some big bills there. We took the boring route home, which was probably a good idea that we weren't in baltimore at night time. we dropped the boys off and then i got in my car and drove back to northern virginey. I am now very sleepy from the day and will probably go to sleep. but here is the best picture we managed to take of the 4 of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271718880976539250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjoZDhTjnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kiIe7czLbpE/s320/Picture+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joke of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What did the penis say to the condom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cover me, i'm going in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-5855838298278871639?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5855838298278871639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=5855838298278871639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/5855838298278871639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/5855838298278871639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/innn-west-philadelphia.html' title='Innn West Philadelphia...'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SSjjYIJ2HtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dmidKOQRIGA/s72-c/Picture+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-1896331517532641838</id><published>2008-11-20T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:29:45.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomy randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This semester as most of you  know, i am taking a sculpture class, it is really fun and cool and stuff, but i thought it was all going a bit to well for me and knew my luck would soon run out. We have been working on making a sculpture head for literally the entire semester, it started in august and it should be complete by december 9, thats a long time to work on something.  Anyway my head was really cool when he was made out of clay and i just wanted to put him in the oven and bake the clay, but that is not what we did, instead we had to a painstakingly long process of casting it and then let it sit for 2 weeks after we poured the plaster into the mold.  Then you literally get a chisel and a pipe and beat the living shit out of it until it reveals the beautiful head you made.  Unless of course you are me, in which case you beat the living shit out of it just to find that most of his hair is crumbling and is lost amongst the rubble, and his ear is gone as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Once that happened i had a mini freak out and then his face turned out okay until it cracked and then i lost all hope for it.  My head isn't the only one having this problem, in fact today my teacher and i managed to fix Peter ( thats my heads name) up pretty good and he will be a brand new man after thanksgiving break which by the way starts for me tomorrow at noon. Hell to the yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Moving on, Tonight jake made me dinner :-) well not just me, he made it for me jeremy and dave.  It was so yummy.  And he didn't just make it for fun, it was actually for a class and his final project is to make dinner in an hour from scratch. It is a hard task i did it last year, but i think jakes turned out really good.  He made us buffalo chicken burgers with bleu cheese mixed into them and deviled eggs and some bangin ass pasta salad which i have the leftovers of in my fridge at the moment.  So my hat goes off to jake for this yummy dinner and congratulations for doing so well in the class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And last, but certainly not least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;remember my blog the other day about how we saw that big huge asian breakdancing in sara cree and in the student center?? well here is some great news, we saw him warming up like you  know running in a circle like breakdancers do in sara cree again the other day and we tried to slowly walk out of the building in hopes of seeing some of his moves again but unfortunately we walked to fast.  Buttttttttt we did find out from lilli, who works at the info center that this guy is in fact the president of a breakdancing club on campus becuase he reserved a room for a meeting, i need somebody to join this club and tell me everything because i certainly will not join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh and since everyone else has a cool little blah blah blah of the day i want one too and mine is going to be a joke of the day and here is todays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how did burger king get dairy queen pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;he forgot to wrap his whopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-1896331517532641838?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1896331517532641838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=1896331517532641838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1896331517532641838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/1896331517532641838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomy-randomness.html' title='randomy randomness'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-7962477172020197732</id><published>2008-11-19T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:37:33.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Name is Still Ryan O'Connell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pronounced: douchebag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so in order to know what i am talking about in this blog you are going to have to refer over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="www.katelynmt.blogspot.com"&gt;katys blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to read the original 'His Name is Ryan O'Connell' it will probably take you a second to find it but if you have not yet read it please read it before reading this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I was recently thinking about ryan o'connell and why he up and left that one day and out of curiosity i texted him the other day in hopes of an answer, the following conversation insued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so did you ever come up with an excuse as to why you peaced out of my apartment that one night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i don't remember so what are you doing tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; omg you are such an ass. Really u got up out of my bed said i have to pee and left and never said another word and now you're asking me what i'm doing tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you mean at shepherd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; yes i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; well sorry you were a prude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so you really did just come up to fuck me and when i didn't want to thats why you  left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No but i had to be somewhere thats why i left in a hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so you left because i was a prude and you had to be somewhere 20 minutes after you got here. Even though we were supposed to watch a movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is where Katy interviened and said OMG you have to get him back up here so we can be mean to him, i orginally thought this was a good idea but later got freaked out and she made me send him this next message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well can i prove to you that im not a prude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yeah well when can i come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  um i have a meeting tonight, but can you do late on wednesday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey i can come over anytime today after 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I did not reply to this text message then he called me...3 times and left a voicemail saying the same thing as that text. i finally texted him back after leaving the gym..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey whats up i just got out of the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;im in the gym too whens a good time to come up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i did not respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey whats up can i come up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;whenever, just call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well it would take me 40 min to get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; are you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yeah, your really desperate for some ass aren't you? Did you really think i wanted to see you again after what you did? I know you just really wanted ass, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; wow, im glad you can admit it. Sorry im not going fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so that was our conversation this kid really is a douchebag who just wants to fuck you, i never heard of anything like that ever ever ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*side note: mad props to whoever did the chair/gumball knock and ditch last night very impressive, i am guessing it was jake. good job boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-7962477172020197732?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7962477172020197732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=7962477172020197732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/7962477172020197732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/7962477172020197732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/his-name-is-still-ryan-oconnell.html' title='His Name is Still Ryan O&apos;Connell'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-5492683517265984651</id><published>2008-11-18T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:25:42.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shepherd Breeds the Uncoordinated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night, Lilli and I were gettin our swoll on at the gym, we normally get our swoll on on mondays.  Well luckily for us we had to pee last night before doing our cardio work out...and upon leaving the restroom we saw a 300 pound asian boy? man? kid? Whatever he was, he was attemptin to break dance in front of 2 girls who i am assuming he was trying to woo.  Anyway we caught the tail end of it, and he attemping like a half way hand stand and fell to the ground with the loudest fucking thud one person has ever made. IT WAS SO FUNNY. but we didn't laugh, no we are not that mean, just kidding we laughed just not in his ear shot and lilli whispered something like "did that really just happen?"  we got over it pretty quickly, i however found myself in zumba last night, which is just dance cardio, we had a new lady there last night tryin it out. MOST UNCOORDINATED WOMAN EVER.  i'm not saying i can dance or hold a beat but God Damn i must look like a professional next to this woman. I couldn't even glance over at her during the class because it threw me off she was doing something that didnt look ANYTHING like what was supposed to be happening...After zumba me and lilli pumped iron and saw nothing out of the ordinary until dinner time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We decided to get some fucking good ass wraps from the bistro i got a buffalo chicken wrap cause duh it was monday, lilli got a chicken salad wrap cause her last buff chick wrap was giant or something.  Well we were sitting minding our own business but who do i see sitting at the table behind us but the 300 pound asian person we had previously saw in sara cree.  I laughed cause i remembered his failed attempt at some sort of break dancing move earlier in the night.  Low and behold this kid gets up from his seat when i immediately inform lilli to turn around. He was on the ground this time with 3 girls watching attempting to do break dancing flairs, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RAMS DEN. i was embarassed for him, this kid was originally going to just be a side note in blog, but i saw him twice doing something so ridiculous i had to write the whole thing just about him.  I got this text from lilli this morning..."oh my gosh, the kid that was doing breakdancing last night was just moonwalking in the rams den." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i ask you boys and girls, what is his problem. however i am glad we have so many characters that go to this school they make your day that much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;real side note: road trip with some cool people this weekend so so so excited :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-5492683517265984651?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5492683517265984651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=5492683517265984651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/5492683517265984651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/5492683517265984651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/shepherd-breeds-uncoordinated.html' title='Shepherd Breeds the Uncoordinated.'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-4361682070678897659</id><published>2008-11-17T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:05:22.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dvd player sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I know i did not update my blog yesterday for this i appologize. But i do have some pretty good stories to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. On saturday night i went out with my roommate allie, we drank here for a little then went to tony's where i chugged 2 vodka cranberries and some guy bought me a red headed slut. i was drunk. while there i saw my good friend patty and his friend. i talked to them the whole time and then allie said we are going to the baseball house and i was all "okay sweet!" so we went, once there i realized there wasn't a real party happening it was just a bunch of baseball players and us, and allie left like 20 minutes after we got there and left me there with the entire baseball team, not that i'm complaining cause we got some good looking baseball players, but still i didn't know anyone and because of this was the center of attention, i did however drink more there and was almost completely shithoused when kristie came back to get me at THREE in the morning after allie had been comfortably sleeping in her bed for a good 2 hours. I then proceeded to text my one friend and said something to embarassing to put in a blog, and was ashamed so i made sure to text him the next day appologizing for myself and telling him to delete that text and never speak of it again, he politely said its okay hill, you're awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Last night Lilli came home!!! YAY! i missed her she was in boston from thursday until late last night, i was thrilled she came home.  Anyway, sometime last week we stole the 'its always sunny in philadelphia' dvds from some of our coolest friends in the whole world, they had no idea we had these dvds.  It was very easy to do, we walked into their house took them and left and they never even knew we were there.  So we created a ransom note that is pretty B.A. (badass) and delivered it to their house last night.  I'm not sure if they found the note yet, but we also took a picture of ourselves with said dvds and texted it to them last night, i am assuming some sort of awful retaliation is in store for us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. With the story above said, you now have a little bit of a background for this one.  A few years ago, i bought a dvd player for our apartment, it was like 20 dollars and it got the job done. Recently it has been being a huge bitch. it does things such as skips lots of dvds, always tells me i am inserting the wrong disc when i know for a fact i am not.  It is just a huge piece of shit, well actually it is small so a small piece of shit.  Friday night, allie tried to watch some movies in it and the dvd player read wrong disc for every single one.  I think the last straw for this guy was that lilli accidently left it on all night and i think it was to much for it to handle.  Last night, we wanted to watch the its always sunny dvds, so we go put them in and low and behold the fucking dvd player says "wrong disc" every time we tried.  We got mad, so we decided to just take it out and watch it in lilli's computer, but now the dvd player won't open we had to pry the little flap down and then use tools to make it move at all. Once it came out, the dvd was no where in sight, we paniced for a split second but then decided we needed to fully take apart our dvd player, so we did and right now our dvd player is in like 4 pieces out in the living room and we were able to watch our show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hopefully later i will have a few pictures of our night last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-4361682070678897659?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4361682070678897659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=4361682070678897659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/4361682070678897659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/4361682070678897659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/dvd-player-sucks.html' title='the dvd player sucks!'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-2436313488823466530</id><published>2008-11-15T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:55:07.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;upon hearing the sad sad news that Betty's was closing, we went for lunch today and like i said got a rumsey burger, a rumsey burger is like a big mac only like 100 times bigger and 200 times better, i am the worst rumsey burger eater ever, i can barely even finish mine while nick finished within 5 minutes of recieving his and jeremy shortly after that, i was still trying to finish it after everyone at the table had finished eating.  Anyway, we asked our waitress if the horrible rumor was true that betty's was closing down. She said no way, and if the owner now decides to sell it that she personally would buy it and keep it going, with that weight off our chests we were able to relax knowing that wouldn't be our last time in betty's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, i recently was linked to this website, it is called the impossible quiz, apparently there are 110 questions in it, it is the hardest fucking 'quiz' in the whole world i think i have gotten to number 82, here try it people and good luck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you get passed 82 please tell me how to do it cause its hard no lie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, last night i bought MD 20/20 why i thought that was a good idea is beyond me but i don't want to buy it ever again, or at least not for a while :-)  I wish i had a funny story to tell about last night, but i really don't except we went to get more things to drink at like 11, and i got a little tiny reese's cup it was 15 cents i think that is a rip off, but it really caught my eye and i reallllllllly wanted it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was really no point to this blog, but like i said in the previous one i am going to try and write one every day.  Now i'm going to try and get a paper started hopefully something awesome will happen tonight so i can tell a cool story tomorrow :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-2436313488823466530?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2436313488823466530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=2436313488823466530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2436313488823466530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/2436313488823466530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS!!'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501873373418851383.post-5582073874052315172</id><published>2008-11-14T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:56:50.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, this is my very first blog.  I decided I should jump on the bandwagon.  Everyone I know has a blog, why not me too?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few things you should know is i don't use grammer correctly or like capitalize things, so throughout my blogs they probably won't be grammatically correct so sorry if that bothers you. I also am not a very good speller, so i'm sorry :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well lets see for the first blog what can i write about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Today i had to give a tour of campus to the most socially awkward boy in the history of awkwardness, and his mother.  His mother seemed super nice and awesome however she got her masters in reading...thats strange.  Anyway, this boy was staring at my chest almost throughout the entire tour.  I don't know if he was actually looking at boobs or what, but he was staring hard core, i will give him the benefit of the doubt and say he was trying to read my shirt, but i had a zip hoodie on and you couldn't really see it, and the neckline on my shirt wasn't scandalous or anything I reallllllllllly hope he was just trying to read my shirt, otherwise that is creepy.  I think he might go to school here however, he seemed very interested he is from morgantown, and why would anyone wanna go to a school with 27,000 other people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In other news, our most favorite place to eat, Bettys, is closing down. This is the worst news of the entire day.  We are going there this weekend in hopes of getting the most delicious rumsey burger one last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well that is about it for the day, I will try and post a new one everyday so keep checking back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501873373418851383-5582073874052315172?l=hillzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5582073874052315172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4501873373418851383&amp;postID=5582073874052315172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/5582073874052315172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501873373418851383/posts/default/5582073874052315172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-one.html' title='My First One!'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18327274917312734947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQVJ5H8cUcs/SR3mrj6WcLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EKQutbPrlg/S220/holyhell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
