<?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-6995396</id><updated>2011-09-11T07:15:41.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alchemy of Wheat and Fur</title><subtitle type='html'>What's gone and what's past help,
Should be past grief.

- William Shakespeare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-418520278498145503</id><published>2008-09-01T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:13:48.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna marry you, isnt that what you want too?</title><content type='html'>So Ive had a whole bunch of people I know get married, and it looks like all the girls have changed their last names. Im a little surprised by this, since my mom has not changed her last name, and Im not sure I will either. We're 8 years into the new millenium! So I want everyone to weigh in and tell me what they think in the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-418520278498145503?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/418520278498145503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=418520278498145503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/418520278498145503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/418520278498145503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-marry-you-isnt-that-what-you.html' title='I wanna marry you, isnt that what you want too?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-6621083911023122182</id><published>2008-08-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:22:13.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in like with you, not in love with you quite yet</title><content type='html'>My name is: JR&lt;br /&gt;I may seem: overly confident and incredibly social&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really: quite self-deprecating and a secret introvert&lt;br /&gt;People who know me think I: talk a lot&lt;br /&gt;If you knew me you'd probably: think that too&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel: like I should try harder in things I do and not give up so easily&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I: am always running late, no matter when I get up&lt;br /&gt;I like to sleep: with the window open a little, even in January&lt;br /&gt;If I could be doing anything right now I would: be having sushi and cocktails with friends&lt;br /&gt;Money is: not as important as we think it is&lt;br /&gt;One thing I wish I had is: a place to live in London&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have that I wish  didn't is: 80000000000000 errands to run before I leave&lt;br /&gt;All I need is: a good nights sleep and Im good to go&lt;br /&gt;All you need is: someone you can say 'I love you' to and mean it&lt;br /&gt;If I had one wish it would be: to live through life without too much regret&lt;br /&gt;Love is: the best thing about life&lt;br /&gt;If I could see one person right now it would be: this list is about 5 people long, but Im going be safe and say my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;Something I want but I don't really need is: a Marc Jacobs Stam bag&lt;br /&gt;something I need but I don't really want is: to grow up&lt;br /&gt;I live for: my mother's cooking, my homies, and hope that life will always be good&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of: not realizing my potential&lt;br /&gt;I dream about: life in Bora Bora with a bunch of puppies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-6621083911023122182?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/6621083911023122182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=6621083911023122182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6621083911023122182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6621083911023122182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-in-like-with-you-not-in-love-with.html' title='I&apos;m in like with you, not in love with you quite yet'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-3544186310560276639</id><published>2008-08-11T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:48:15.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/SKCzHYMQsHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/FzdDtRJ1FoI/s1600-h/DSC05425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/SKCzHYMQsHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/FzdDtRJ1FoI/s320/DSC05425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233379706338848882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top by Costa Blanca. Its actually long and flowy but Ive done some surgery on and wear it as pictured. &lt;br /&gt;Jeans by Rock and Republic.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes by Guess.&lt;br /&gt;Belt by Club Monaco.&lt;br /&gt;Watch by Marc Jacobs.&lt;br /&gt;Earrings, model's own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-3544186310560276639?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/3544186310560276639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=3544186310560276639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3544186310560276639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3544186310560276639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/SKCzHYMQsHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/FzdDtRJ1FoI/s72-c/DSC05425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-5966194390244126429</id><published>2008-07-17T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:29:41.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, so, about that...</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I will be attending the LSE this fall for a masters program. I am not at all excited about living in London, for many reasons. I dont LOVE the city, Im still a little bitter about the colonialism thing, and also its so bloody expensive. But thank god the masters is only 10 months. I want to ideally find a job in NY once its over. Pie in the sky, anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only schools I applied to were U of T and LSE, and I didnt get into U of T. So yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-5966194390244126429?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/5966194390244126429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=5966194390244126429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/5966194390244126429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/5966194390244126429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah-so-about-that.html' title='Yeah, so, about that...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-3986458144728772284</id><published>2008-06-06T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:02:09.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wanna be like every other girl in the world, like every other one that wants you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/SEnb_kNoM5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/l6aZbOyY4pw/s1600-h/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/SEnb_kNoM5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/l6aZbOyY4pw/s320/mj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208936329129767826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have got to stop buying crap. I recently got this watch that I swear will be my last big purchase for a while. But I live at home and dont have a car so my wardrobe is really all I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called the round faced digital watch and its by Marc Jacobs. I love absolutely everything about it, except THAT YOU HAVE TO PUSH A BUTTON FOR IT TO TELL THE TIME. To conserve battery? To make sure the glowing digits arent a distraction to others at the movies? What if my other hand is otherwise occupied? I dont know, but this has totally ruined it for me. I feel like this is a big enough fact that they should have mentioned it. Sneaky Net-a-porter bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-3986458144728772284?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/3986458144728772284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=3986458144728772284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3986458144728772284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3986458144728772284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-wanna-be-like-every-other-girl-in.html' title='Don&apos;t wanna be like every other girl in the world, like every other one that wants you'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/SEnb_kNoM5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/l6aZbOyY4pw/s72-c/mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-1777445286106920544</id><published>2008-06-04T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:12:48.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City movie thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I saw the movie over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Sarah Jessica Parker talk in a baby voice? Who thought it would be a good idea for an adult woman to talk like she is about 7? I mean maybe thats her "normal" voice and its slightly intolerant of me to be hatin like this, but they couldnt find someone to dub her lines for her? Ughhhh. Her clothes were generally fug, and I wasnt feeling the hair most of the time either. The only thing I will give her credit for is her bangin' bod - WOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda's wardrobe was my most favourite of anyone in the movie. I think the outfit of hers I liked best was when she and Carrie do their Valentine's day dinner. I loved the necklace and that top very much. Second best was what she wore to meet Steve on the Brooklyn Bridge. Third best was the blue dress she wore to Carrie's public library wedding. Fourth best was what she wore on New Years Eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they had taken us on a guided tour of Carrie's apartment after the reno. I really liked what little they showed of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-1777445286106920544?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/1777445286106920544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=1777445286106920544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1777445286106920544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1777445286106920544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city-movie-thoughts.html' title='Sex and the City movie thoughts'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-7547212834481339404</id><published>2008-05-29T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:33:28.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So you wanna be on top?</title><content type='html'>Id like to talk about the Nintendo DS, quite possibly the best $130 I have ever spent. I only have 1 game - Marioparty DS, and its ALL that Ive needed over the past 4 months that Ive owned this thing. I will admit playing some of the stuff over and over is getting fairly tedious, but not to the point where I dont want to play it anymore. I plan on getting it hacked soon so that I can watch videos and stuff on it. It has wireless internet on it so upto 4 DS' within a certain radius can talk to each other and play games. This one time, there was this 8 yr old kid on the subway and him and I played this game from Union till York Mills. Viva la DS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-7547212834481339404?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/7547212834481339404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=7547212834481339404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/7547212834481339404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/7547212834481339404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-you-wanna-be-on-top.html' title='So you wanna be on top?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-5888429288804102020</id><published>2008-04-12T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:04:41.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>Im putting together a list of my 5 essential items that you shouldnt cheap out on, because Im kind of full of myself and think I know a lot about style. My main litmus test is whether or not its an investment. Take an expensive car, for example. Or really any car. It loses (at least) half its value the minute you drive it off the lot. You will never get more money for a car than what you paid for it. So if you can afford it, great, but recognize its just a vanity thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Good sunglasses. Expensive sunglasses. I think everyone should have one pair of really good designer sunglasses. People can tell the difference. Try not to get anything overly trendy, because this is an investment piece that you should be able to wear forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A really great handbag. A giant one that you can tote around a lot (if not all) your shit in. It doesnt have to be super expensive, as long as its good quality leather. Leather bags age very well if you take care of them. I have one of my mom's old bags from oh, 30 years ago, and it still looks good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A really good hair dryer, and hair tools in general. Just like theres a big difference between 10 dollar foundation and 60 dollar foundation, theres a huge difference between good quality hair dryers and shitty ones that will fry your hair and make it dry and brittle. Also, good quality make-up. Your face is your greatest possession, and you get what you pay for. Make sure there is no mineral oil in anything you put on your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A great winter coat. Not necessarily expensive, just great looking and well fitting. This is something you wear almost everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A good watch. As long as its mechanical/automatic. I have seen good ones for as little as 50 CAD on eBay. I have seen even cheaper ones on Craigslist and antique stores. Never spend real money on a quartz watch. It has zero collector appeal, and is basically money down the drain. Keep in mind that a giant plastic Timex watch is also always acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-5888429288804102020?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/5888429288804102020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=5888429288804102020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/5888429288804102020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/5888429288804102020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/04/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-1938397321767037620</id><published>2008-03-18T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:06:41.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>I have applied to grad school this fall. The biggest problem for me has been the whole reference thing. I went to U of T, and while Id say my marks are pretty good, I didnt really get to know any of my profs, and they didnt really get to know me either. So anyway, I decided on these two - lets call them A and B. Prof A is totally great, gets back to me within the hour, no problem. Prof B is more troublesome. I sent my first email to B on Jan 13 2008. I still hadnt heard back from him on Jan 17 so I sent him a reminder email. Still nothing the next day so I went down to his office. He was really nice, said he had so many emails he hadnt gotten to mine yet, and enthusiastically agreed to be my referee. Great. Fast forward 6 weeks to Mar 02 2008. Ive handed everything in, and the institution sends an email to Profs A and B to email in my reference. Prof A submits his reference on Mar 04 2008. No word from Prof B. On Mar 06 2008 I sent an email to Prof B asking if he had got the email from the institution. He sends back a 3 word reply saying "Yes I have". Mar 17, 2008 and the reference STILL HASNT BEEN HANDED IN. Im totally panicking because clearly this is time sensitive so last night, Mar 17, 2008 I sent him a reminder email and still nothing. Please comment and tell me what to do because I am seriously losing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-1938397321767037620?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/1938397321767037620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=1938397321767037620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1938397321767037620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1938397321767037620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/03/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-3707015701096580176</id><published>2008-03-09T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:02:10.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we need Target up here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R9RtZmQQkmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NfVXVdTmorc/s1600-h/HPIM0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R9RtZmQQkmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NfVXVdTmorc/s320/HPIM0566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175882158288441954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Target's awesome. Its Wal-Mart cheap, except the clothes there are things youd actually wear. Dress and shoes by Target and belt by Club Monaco. The dress was quite long when I bought it (mid calf) and so I got it shortened. The shoes are leather, and look half decent, except they are murder to wear. Seriously. They are brand new, if someone wants to give me $20 for them Id be all over that. They're a size 5.5, and fit true to size. I got them for $40. The belt's great and I wear it with everything. The dress came with its own belt in that same fabric but I think this looks a lot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-3707015701096580176?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/3707015701096580176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=3707015701096580176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3707015701096580176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3707015701096580176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-we-need-target-up-here.html' title='Why we need Target up here'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R9RtZmQQkmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NfVXVdTmorc/s72-c/HPIM0566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-6070051499738610503</id><published>2008-01-26T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:02:10.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The style files continued</title><content type='html'>I collect boxes. I have quite a few, and many of the gifts I give people tend to be boxes. I have quite a few myself. The one pictured here is made of cast iron and shaped like an "ambi", which is a term for a baby mango in Hindi. That shape is commonly referred to as paisley in other parts of the world. The design on the lid is in sterling silver wire. This is a traditional Indian art form known as &lt;a href="http://www.cimaartindia.com/NewCima/CIMAdesign/BIDRIWARE/bidri.htm"&gt;bidriwork&lt;/a&gt;. I have bidri work earrings as well. These articles are generally inexpensive, this box cost around $2CAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R5wA_zuTlXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/42a1PEtAC4o/s1600-h/HPIM0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R5wA_zuTlXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/42a1PEtAC4o/s320/HPIM0312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160000369275934066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to get an idea of how tiny the box is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R5wBVjuTlYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/jI_a9MxcjhY/s1600-h/HPIM0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R5wBVjuTlYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/jI_a9MxcjhY/s320/HPIM0311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160000742938088834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-6070051499738610503?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/6070051499738610503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=6070051499738610503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6070051499738610503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6070051499738610503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/01/style-files-continued.html' title='The style files continued'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R5wA_zuTlXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/42a1PEtAC4o/s72-c/HPIM0312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-3694779573939199018</id><published>2008-01-23T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:02:10.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im also starting up a daily style section</title><content type='html'>Except its not going to be a "section", just a regular entry. I have a shopping and pack rat collecting things addiction, so I should have quite a few things to put up here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R5f43juTlWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cDXjMjdA8Js/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R5f43juTlWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cDXjMjdA8Js/s320/P1010161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158865531542148450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these shoes over the summer, and I love everything about them - the box, the animal print tissue paper, and so on. The sole is stunning, and thats one of the main reasons I havent worn them yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-3694779573939199018?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/3694779573939199018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=3694779573939199018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3694779573939199018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3694779573939199018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-also-starting-up-daily-style-section.html' title='Im also starting up a daily style section'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R5f43juTlWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cDXjMjdA8Js/s72-c/P1010161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-193325179799970556</id><published>2008-01-05T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:44:03.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apart from the other 10 kinds of people - those who understand binary and those who dont</title><content type='html'>I believe this world is made up of 2 types of people - those who blame all thats wrong in their lives on everyone but themselves - other people, annoying parents, siblings, lovers, co-workers, luck, and so on, and the second group who blame all thats wrong in their lives on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am firmly in the second group. Which group are you in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-193325179799970556?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/193325179799970556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=193325179799970556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/193325179799970556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/193325179799970556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/01/times-square-cant-shine-as-bright-as-me.html' title='Apart from the other 10 kinds of people - those who understand binary and those who dont'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-1133798256245114565</id><published>2008-01-01T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:09:19.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy happy 2008</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish all the readers of this, the greatest blog in all of the internets, a very happy new year. May you shine, prosper, learn, grow, sing, love, be loved, and just have the best damn year you can. Here's hoping this is your most fabulous year yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-1133798256245114565?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/1133798256245114565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=1133798256245114565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1133798256245114565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1133798256245114565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-happy-happy-2008.html' title='Happy happy happy 2008'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-5413322990136315213</id><published>2007-12-24T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:23:50.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift card nightmare</title><content type='html'>I dont want this post to become this "oh feel sorry for me I have so much" thing, but I just want to say that gift cards totally suck. Even when they dont expire. I dont have a centrzlied gift card storage system (ie my wallet), simply bcuz I have so many I wouldnt want to carry them all around at all times. And then I'll end up going to a store I have a gift card to and pay with money bcuz I left the damn card at home. Some of the ones Ive collected over the years include Indigo/Chapters, The Source (probably my least fav of the lot. I never ever shop there mostly bcuz its overpriced), The Bay, Winners, H&amp;M, Starbucks, Forever 21, and perhaps the least useful of the lot - a $50 gift cert to Rosewater Supper Club, that cant be used towards liquor. So they can use a lousy $50 cert to force me to buy a $300 dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these I get from my parents, who seem to get them from various people. I am seriously considering selling them on Craigslist slightly discounted, just so I can raise a couple bucks and be rid of them forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-5413322990136315213?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/5413322990136315213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=5413322990136315213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/5413322990136315213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/5413322990136315213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/12/gift-card-nightmare.html' title='Gift card nightmare'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-3978197813931727727</id><published>2007-12-12T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:31:21.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Love Fatass</title><content type='html'>For those who dont know what Im talking about, heres a quick recap: Jennifer Love Hewitt was photographed looking considerably larger than usual. The paparazzi said mean things, and she hit back with some comments of her own. Here's my take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think JLH was always a marginal celebrity, and her only real claim to fame was her tight body. Once you lose the the tight body, you can certainly expect things to be said about you. Also, the paparazzi says nasty things about celebrities every single day. None of them ever hit back with direct rebuttals, because they know its pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in her so-called empowering message, she says: "Size two is not fat! Nor will it ever be. And being a size zero doesn't make you beautiful", implying that she is a size 2, only slightly larger than the perfect size 0, so please dont pick on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, I think JLH wanted to somehoe get back in the news, and her agent felt this was the perfect way to do it. Not only is she making all the tabloids, shes also some sort of do-gooder now. Already she is parlaying this media attention into something profitable for herself: she's launching a clothing/swimwear line for larger women, flatteringly called Orca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - It might be somewhat possible for her to be a size 2, because when I was down in the US 2 weeks ago, I thought the sizing was really weird. I would say a Canadian 6 or even 8 was a US 2 or 4, so people would feel better about themselves or something. I could even, amazingly, fit into one size 0 skirt - though, in the skirts defence, it was a tight fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-3978197813931727727?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/3978197813931727727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=3978197813931727727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3978197813931727727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3978197813931727727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/12/jennifer-love-fatass.html' title='Jennifer Love Fatass'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-6948093245045516987</id><published>2007-11-18T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:02:11.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>I want to link and talk about these two absolutely stunning dresses by Oscar de la Renta. Im including pictures and linking to the dresses over at Net-A-Porter, just in case you want to buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/23793"&gt; Dress # 1&lt;/a&gt;: Soooooo beautiful. I saw a very similar dress at Winners, before I had seen this one and loved in instantly. I didnt buy it bcuz it was made of crap material and the print was on the hideous side as well. It was short, but that could easily have been fixed by pairing it with dark tights and pretty pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R0DB5gwSMUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/KpEvmsAtobE/s1600-h/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R0DB5gwSMUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/KpEvmsAtobE/s320/index.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134316768991523138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/23789"&gt;Dress # 2&lt;/a&gt;: Love, love looooooooooooove this dress. If I had somewhere real to wear it I might even consider buying it. Sooooooo pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R0DBmAwSMTI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kaDbm-Fk6Zc/s1600-h/fr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R0DBmAwSMTI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kaDbm-Fk6Zc/s320/fr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134316433984074034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-6948093245045516987?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/6948093245045516987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=6948093245045516987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6948093245045516987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6948093245045516987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/11/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/R0DB5gwSMUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/KpEvmsAtobE/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-747232870123682087</id><published>2007-11-09T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:39:15.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these days I will make a sidebar with all these links, till then, I give you this</title><content type='html'>I love the internet. I read all of your blogs and I appreciate and thank you all for linking to me. Im going to make a list of other internet websites I visit everyday, and if not everyday then on a very regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nytimes.com"&gt;The New York Times&lt;/a&gt;: Pretty self explanatory. Excellent news, brilliant features, and the NY Times Magazine is amazing too. I am considering subscribing to the paper edition as it is printed in TO as well, but we already get 3 papers so it might be a little much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;: The greatest resource on the internet. You would think that a public encyclopedia that anyone can edit would be total chaos, but its not. Its brilliant, organized, and has information about everything. I try and read something new on it everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/a&gt;: Very insightful articles. Good writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/"&gt;Jezebel&lt;/a&gt;: Interesting. I almost like the comments more than the posts themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt;: Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/archivepix.html"&gt;Astronomy picture of the day&lt;/a&gt;: LOVE. I swear, if I could go back again and do university over, I would do a degree in Astronomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets not forget, the evil, time wasting, stupid making &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-747232870123682087?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/747232870123682087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=747232870123682087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/747232870123682087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/747232870123682087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-these-days-i-will-make-sidebar.html' title='One of these days I will make a sidebar with all these links, till then, I give you this'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-6819195598638672519</id><published>2007-11-03T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T11:09:23.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Monday</title><content type='html'>Since its the weekend now and I have some time Im going to write about how Monday was one of the worst days I have had in a long long time. It started out horribly enough, what with it being Monday and all and having to go to work. For lunch, since Im a horrible eater I decided to go to Taco Bell. I got a spicy burrito or something equally unappetizing and paid with a $20. The person gave me change back for a toonie. I was in shock and disbelief and told the girl to give me $18 more, expecting her to apologize profusely and rectify this mistake immediately. Instead, she argued with me insisting I am trying to scam T-Bell out of $18. The manager stepped in and sided with the cashier. I told the manager that I was amazed they would rather try and save $18 than make a long time customer happy, and that I would be telling everyone I know never ever to go there again. Bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the PM. I went to a Leaf game that night (which was their worst of the whole entire season, a most humiliating loss to Washington), and these very annoying people were sitting behind me talking the whole time. During the second intermission, the guy managed to dump his entire cup of beer on my back, soaking my hair, coat, and my clothes underneath. I expected him to offer to pay for dry cleaning, an offer I would most likely have declined. He then went back out and I naively thought he was going to bring me a cup of beer by way of an apology, but he didnt. His friend then mauled me by soaking up some beer from my hair and coat using some paper towels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-6819195598638672519?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/6819195598638672519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=6819195598638672519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6819195598638672519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6819195598638672519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-monday.html' title='Black Monday'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-4819784587277629313</id><published>2007-11-01T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:41:15.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's rant</title><content type='html'>I realize this is Grey's Anatomy and therefore noone can ever be happy, but McDreamy and Meredith should be exempt. They are the whole point of the show and they belong together. I am going to stop watching if they break up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-4819784587277629313?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/4819784587277629313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=4819784587277629313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/4819784587277629313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/4819784587277629313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/11/greys-rant.html' title='Grey&apos;s rant'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-4502793771012321443</id><published>2007-10-14T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:02:32.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good news is you've got two days to live...the bad news is I was supposed to tell you yesterday</title><content type='html'>I have my moments of thinking my life sucks a lot, and then I come to my senses and realize that thats simply not true. Life is great. Sure, not as amazing as it could be, but thats nobodys fault but my own. I have my health, and looking back, I know I have been so lucky in so many ways. Just little things, but important things nonetheless. I think theres a fine balance between being satisfied with the way things are and wanting more and trying that much harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I dont want to get too preachy and touchy-feely here, but I will say this: our lives are a lot better than we think and everything always always happens for a reason. And therefore it also always always happens for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-4502793771012321443?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/4502793771012321443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=4502793771012321443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/4502793771012321443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/4502793771012321443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-news-is-youve-got-two-days-to.html' title='The good news is you&apos;ve got two days to live...the bad news is I was supposed to tell you yesterday'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-6209887092946849712</id><published>2007-10-09T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:02:11.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of my outfit from a few posts ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/RwxCYc4OjgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/vW8xa5vW94A/s1600-h/P1010142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/RwxCYc4OjgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/vW8xa5vW94A/s320/P1010142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119539864249732610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-6209887092946849712?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/6209887092946849712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=6209887092946849712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6209887092946849712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6209887092946849712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/10/picture-of-my-outfit-from-few-posts-ago.html' title='Picture of my outfit from a few posts ago'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/RwxCYc4OjgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/vW8xa5vW94A/s72-c/P1010142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-1861544399215571175</id><published>2007-10-08T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T12:42:16.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I told you were beautiful, would you date me on the regular?</title><content type='html'>I don't listen to the radio or watch Much Music or MTV or whatever. Ever. This is not at all a problem, but it sort of means I don't know much about new music that comes out. Also not a big problem. I'm only saying all this bcuz Im posting my pre-gaming playlist and some of the songs are supposedly old and unhip. This entire playlist is stolen from a friend who left her pre-gaming CD in my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around, Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;SexyBack, Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;My love, Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;The way I are, Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;My humps, The Back Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Smack that, Akon&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Snoop Dogg&lt;br /&gt;Im a slave 4 U, Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;In da club, 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats it. Its around 45 minutes long, but can be played continuously a few times before people care, and usually by this time they are too drunk to notice anyway. Ive said this many times before, but I like pre-gaming a lot more than the actual event. This playlist just makes it that much more amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-1861544399215571175?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/1861544399215571175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=1861544399215571175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1861544399215571175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1861544399215571175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-told-you-were-beautiful-would-you.html' title='If I told you were beautiful, would you date me on the regular?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-6533439506041727126</id><published>2007-09-25T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:47:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If there is more to life than pretty clothes and shoes I am yet to find out what it is</title><content type='html'>A couple days ago I came across the blog on a woman who took pictures and described what she was wearing 5 days a week. I thought it was a cool idea and considered doing it for about 10 minutes and then realized it would involve a lot of work so I decided against it. But because I really want to and because I did indeed have a killer outfit on today, heres what I was wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black pencil skirt from Club Monaco&lt;br /&gt;White blouse from Mendocino&lt;br /&gt;Black wrap around vest from Sisley&lt;br /&gt;De reguer heels in sky high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no pictures because I am in my bum clothes already, but maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-6533439506041727126?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/6533439506041727126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=6533439506041727126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6533439506041727126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6533439506041727126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-there-is-more-to-life-than-pretty.html' title='If there is more to life than pretty clothes and shoes I am yet to find out what it is'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-5823473322353852293</id><published>2007-09-12T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:02:12.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man candy - Now with pictures</title><content type='html'>This is in response to Rachel's meme that she tagged me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Patrick Dempsey - Je t'aime. There are no words. This is pretty much as close to perfect as any human can get. Lookswise, anyway. I have no idea what he's like as a person, but I'm pretty sure he's damn near perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8mCcEuWFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P0iN1JxP61k/s1600-h/chro_mcdreamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8mCcEuWFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P0iN1JxP61k/s320/chro_mcdreamy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111345925426403410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8maMEuWGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sIuHCuebPMc/s1600-h/patrick%2520dempsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8maMEuWGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sIuHCuebPMc/s320/patrick%2520dempsey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111346333448296546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. &lt;a href="http://www.johnabraham.com/index.php"&gt;John Abraham&lt;/a&gt; - Indian film actor. Lots of pictures of him on his website, I couldnt just choose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8nQ8EuWHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0cUHxv_6OGU/s1600-h/john2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8nQ8EuWHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0cUHxv_6OGU/s320/john2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111347274046134386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Matthew Fox - Plays Jack Shepherd on Lost. A large part of why I find him so attractive has to do with the fact that he plays a surgeon on Lost (notice a pattern, anyone?), but he is good-looking anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8nkcEuWII/AAAAAAAAAUw/WDJTrt-P8ss/s1600-h/matthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8nkcEuWII/AAAAAAAAAUw/WDJTrt-P8ss/s320/matthew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111347609053583490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Mike Fisher of the Ottawa Senators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8n7cEuWJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oc2gPm-gwd8/s1600-h/mikefisher2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8n7cEuWJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oc2gPm-gwd8/s320/mikefisher2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111348004190574738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Anderson Cooper, Justin Timberlake, George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Ashton Kutcher and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-5823473322353852293?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/5823473322353852293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=5823473322353852293' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/5823473322353852293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/5823473322353852293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-candy.html' title='Man candy - Now with pictures'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xo_ETFK0ieU/Ru8mCcEuWFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P0iN1JxP61k/s72-c/chro_mcdreamy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-3470264485996668188</id><published>2007-08-28T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:41:52.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're adults now - when did this happen and how do we make it stop?</title><content type='html'>Im finding it very difficult to come to terms with this whole aging thing. I mean all my life I was always the youngest person everywhere. I skipped OAC, I never took time off academically, and everyone was always telling me how young I was. I was underage till after my first year of university was over. And now, Im just old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really sad part is I still feel the way I did when I was 18 - uncertain, too many options, unsure of how things were going to play out. The only real difference I find between being 18 and now is that I used to be a lot more hopeful at that age. I felt like I could do whatever I wanted. And now I wonder if we ever actually feel grown up. Growing up my dad always used to say to not think of him as a "biggie", and that he was really just like me. I am begininng to think he's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-3470264485996668188?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/3470264485996668188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=3470264485996668188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3470264485996668188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3470264485996668188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-adults-now-when-did-this-happen.html' title='We&apos;re adults now - when did this happen and how do we make it stop?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-2924883147234757148</id><published>2007-08-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:34:25.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So either I can do all that, or theres always Plan B: winning the lottery</title><content type='html'>Another couple months, another update. I cant believe summers already over. But whatever, fall is by far my fav time of the year so Im still quite excited. Mostly for the clothes. Ive resolved to turn my life around and some of my resolutions are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wasting time doing stupid shit. Like I now do sudoku puzzles on the subway, instead of listening to music and reading stupid books/magazines. Of course I havent eliminated the biggest time-waster, Facebook. Im not even trying to curb my usage though I probably should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wasting inordinate amounts of money on food. This is just all over stupid. Must stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more being lazy. Make something of my life instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-2924883147234757148?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/2924883147234757148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=2924883147234757148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/2924883147234757148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/2924883147234757148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-either-i-can-do-all-that-or-theres.html' title='So either I can do all that, or theres always Plan B: winning the lottery'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-8991235338221815738</id><published>2007-07-18T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:31:58.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I seriously want people to answer me</title><content type='html'>I had the opportunity to go to the Museum of Modern Art in New York City last week, and it was great. I have only been there once before when I was 12 so I didnt remember that much. A lot of the stuff there I liked very much, and at the same time I was extremely baffled by a lot of the stuff too. We started with the art galleries since that was what ?? and I were most interested in. The very first painting we saw was a Jackson Pollock. I seriously dont get how/why that is art. Okay, fine, it can be called art since art is an extremely broad term. But what I really dont get is why his works are considered so significant and important. I know he would stand in the middle of his canvas and fling paint everywhere and that his paintings have an "anarchic spirit" and madness which is so important, but I dont get it. I could have made those. Sure, nobody ever did what he did before, but so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the other pieces there were equally retarded. For example, there was a 2 by 4 painted a pale pink. This was it. What is that supposed to be? Why is it in one of the most famous museums in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the gallery reminded me of 4'3'' by John Cage, and all other works of art/music where its all concept and no content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-8991235338221815738?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/8991235338221815738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=8991235338221815738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/8991235338221815738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/8991235338221815738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-seriously-want-people-to-answer-me.html' title='I seriously want people to answer me'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-1427767875800309571</id><published>2007-06-27T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:14:47.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About a girl...</title><content type='html'>Okay I feel like I need to talk about this. I am a very reserved person. I have a difficult time "letting people in". I am quite social, I think, but I just have trouble telling people what I am thinking and feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that though, I dont think I have too many feelings either. Its not like Im super emotionally charged and angst ridden and conflicted and somehow mask that at all times. I am a fairly relaxed, easygoing person whos emotions are never really all over the place. I used to belong to the former category, a long long time ago, but I think Im more mature now. I believe that all the big things in life happen according to plan (ours, maybe a divine plan), and excessive worry and analysis is really pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the real question is should I let out whatever limited emotions I have? Or should I strive to feel more deeply and let all that out too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-1427767875800309571?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/1427767875800309571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=1427767875800309571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1427767875800309571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1427767875800309571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/06/about-girl.html' title='About a girl...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-7977512449115457776</id><published>2007-05-31T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T06:59:38.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of my dreams is carrying a box of wine on my shoulder like a boombox with "Party!" written on it in black Sharpie</title><content type='html'>Most of my readership is from/familiar with Toronto, but I will explain anyway. On some TTC subway cars, there is a single seat between the door and the driver booth. Its walled in on both sides and is thus quite private. Id say only about 10% of all subway cars contain this seat. Not surprisingly, it is always taken. One of my dreams has always been to sit in it in the morning rush hour on my ride to work, but was fairly certain it would never happen, because the TTC is extremely crowded at that time. So yesterday I got on at Sheppard and found a seat (a fairly amazing feat in itself) across from the prized single seat. At Lawrence, the occupant of the single seat got up. Big decision time! Should I try and get it, and risk losing both spots in the process? Because I am a "go big or go home" type of person (Im not...if anything, I always take the "go home" option), I lunged for it, and got it!!! This has been my proudest TTC moment till date and definitely one of the highlights of 07. Maybe even my whole life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-7977512449115457776?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/7977512449115457776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=7977512449115457776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/7977512449115457776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/7977512449115457776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-one-of-my-dreams-is-carrying.html' title='Another one of my dreams is carrying a box of wine on my shoulder like a boombox with &quot;Party!&quot; written on it in black Sharpie'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-8238416263541807997</id><published>2007-05-30T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:17:06.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know, I have these exams that I have been needing to do for a while. Its one of those study on your own time, schedule your own exam type of deals. Given that I spend all my time working, the studying wasnt happening and so I kept putting off scheduling my exam. I realized if I waited till I was "ready" to schedule my exam it would never happen, so Ive gone ahead and set it for the 15th of June. Ive tried to spend what little spare time I have studying, and its going okay. Im very behind on keeping up with the 3 friends I have left, so once Im done Im going to have to spend an entire day returning calls and replying to emails, and maybe actually going out or something. Even if its just a trip to Wal-Mart to buy shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have had a headache for oh, about 10 days now. Im told its because seasons are changing and the barometric pressures all over the palce, but seriously. I have work to do, books to be memorized off by heart, and I need it to go away! Its also getting just a little bit  tedious. There is only so much coffee I can drink and only so many pills I can pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of ideas for posts so expect to see them soon! More makeup discoveries have been made and need to be publicized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-8238416263541807997?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/8238416263541807997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=8238416263541807997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/8238416263541807997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/8238416263541807997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the fast lane'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-535460262409971836</id><published>2007-05-13T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:35:17.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I love disposable income. Lots of it.</title><content type='html'>1) I love gel pens. I like them on all colours, especially red and pink and fuschia and green and purple. LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Yves-Saint-Laurent-Radiant-Highlighter/dp/B00024Y2SK"&gt;YSL Touche Eclat&lt;/a&gt;: Can I say LOVE? This shit is awesome. I dont like concealor or foundation, and this isnt either of those. Its a beautiful highlighter. It originally only came in 1 shade but now its out in 4...they claim the one shade works on everyone - and they are right! I use the original. For a cheaper option I like Benefit's High Beam, except it makes your pores look huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love patio weather and I love patios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I love Grey's Anatomy but if Mer-Der break up ONE MORE TIME I will stop watching. Also, I love Addison's wardrobe and I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really am putting the kibosh on future purchases, but I'll take one of you shopping...please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-535460262409971836?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/535460262409971836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=535460262409971836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/535460262409971836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/535460262409971836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-i-love-disposable-income-lots-of-it.html' title='And I love disposable income. Lots of it.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-2552120816299173432</id><published>2007-05-06T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:29:17.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About A Girl</title><content type='html'>FOODOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your salad dressing of choice? Caesar, or balsamic vinaigrette failing which just some olive oil on my greens is good too&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?A. Taco Bell - think outside the bun!&lt;br /&gt;Q. On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?A. normal. Im sort of against the whole concept of tipping. Like tipping cabbies? Why should I tip someone for just doing their job?&lt;br /&gt;Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick off of?A. Sushi, and many Indian dishes&lt;br /&gt;Q. What are your pizza toppings of choice?A. I like Hawaiin&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you like to put on your toast?A. salted butter&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite type of gum?A. Cinnamon Altoids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNOLOGYQ. Number of contacts in your cell phone?A. No idea but a lot&lt;br /&gt;Q. Number of contacts in your email address book?A. Lots&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?A. one of the ones that come with the comp&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many televisions are in your house or apartment?A. 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGYQ. Are you right-handed or left-handed?A. right handed but I think left handed men are insanely attractive. I have no idea why&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you like your smile?A. Yes&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's your best feature?A. depends whos looking&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?A. wisdom teeth&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which of your five senses do you think is keenest?A. eye sight&lt;br /&gt;Q. When was the last time you had a cavity?A. Ive never had one&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the heaviest item you lifted last?A. a giant suitcase&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?A. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAPOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?A. Yes. Id get more and more reckless as the day came closer.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Is love for real?A. Yes&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your first name, what would you change it to?A. I wouldnt - I love my name!&lt;br /&gt;Q. What color do you think looks best on you?A. I look good in everything except for yellow or any soft pastels&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?A. no&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever saved someones life?A. I dont think so...unless my saying hi to them in the morning changed their mind about committing suicide or something&lt;br /&gt;Q. Has someone ever saved yours?A. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you walk naked for a half mile down a public street for $100,000?A. doubtful&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?A: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?A. totally&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?A. As long as it was arty and tasteful, yes&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1,000?A. probably not&lt;br /&gt;Q. Indecent proposal for $1,000,000?A. God no, unless it was with McDreamy. Then Id do it for free&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000?A. Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: Friend you talked to?A: my daddy&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person you called?A: my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person that called you?A: AJ&lt;br /&gt;Q: Person you huggedA: AJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: Number?A: All prime numbers. I love 3, 7, 11, 13, 17, and 23. I dont like 2, 5, and 19 even though they are prime. I love 27 even though its non-prime.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Color?A: all of them, but I LOVE pink.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Season?A: eveyrthing except deep winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: Missing someone?A: absolutely&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mood?A: cautiously excited&lt;br /&gt;Q: Listening to?A: ambient noise&lt;br /&gt;Q: Watching?A: the drama unfold&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worrying about?A: how things will play out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: First place you went this morning?A: the backyard&lt;br /&gt;Q: What can you not wait to do?A: everything. Ive been so upbeat about things lately&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last movie you saw?A: the Found Footage Festival...its not exactly a film though&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?A: Yes. Too often if anything&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?A: yes&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket?A: nothing. I dont use pockets&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?A: Yes!!!!!!!! I love it and can recite most of the dialogue. Not something to be proud of, I know&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?A: Stand&lt;br /&gt;Q: Could you live with roommates?A: Yes. Id say I get along with most people&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many pairs of flip-flops do you own?A: not many. I like the mesh slip ons that all the girls wear...I feel feet get way too filthy in flip flops&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where were you born?A: New Delhi, India&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?A: never&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?A. "We're grown ups...when did that happen and how do we make it stop?" - Meredith Grey. This is what I feel about growing up. Though by any objective criteria Id say I was doing pretty alright and Im not unhappy with how my life is right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-2552120816299173432?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/2552120816299173432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=2552120816299173432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/2552120816299173432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/2552120816299173432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-girl.html' title='About A Girl'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-2692863584806252414</id><published>2007-04-26T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:18:32.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthplace: India&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Toronto&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: black but the ends are orange and super damaged and a good 10 shades lighter than the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'3''&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: right. Insanely attracted to lefties&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Indian&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: olive green pumps with brassy detailing on the front&lt;br /&gt;The Outfit: white dress shirt from Mendocino and the most gorgeous skirt from Club Monaco Your Weakness: sugary treatsYour Fears: not realizing my potential&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: all toppings are good except sun dried tomatos, hot peppers, olives, or anything salty&lt;br /&gt;Favorite fast food: Taco Bell. Hands down&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: too many&lt;br /&gt;Method of attaining this goal: working super hard. I am already running myself ragged&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: lol&lt;br /&gt;Friend you Txt msg the most: no more texts! Email on my Blackberry, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Friend you drunk-txt msg most: Nobody. Ive cut drunk dialing out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: ughhhhh work&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts When Falling Asleep: soooooooooooo tired!&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: Im going to be modest and skip this&lt;br /&gt;Worst Physcal Feature: knees&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: as early as possible, like if Im sitting around at 10 not doing anything I will go to bed. No point wasting time when I could be sleeping instead. I am up at 6 ish everyday&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: Anything before working full time, pretty much&lt;br /&gt;Red or White wine: neither - I am all about the champaigne but I will drink all types&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or Burger King: neither&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: ice tea yuck.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: green tea. in ice cream, in lattes, in life, in everything.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: both. I love coffee in all forms. I find this question oddly worded because I consider capuccino a subset of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: almost never. I say "what the shit" a lot though&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: all the time&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you beleive in fate: yes. I believe the big things in life are all pre arranged&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: I want to go back for a masters. And if I had the discipline I would totally do my PhD&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: maybe&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive in yourself: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: I used to&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: haha, again with the modesty&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: I am becoming one. I dont believe in being obsessive about it, I am all about the harm reduction&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: I hate the rain. But Im not scared of thunder or anything&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: no&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: yes&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked: no&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: no&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: no&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: yes&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: no&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: yes - LOOOOOOOOOOOVE sushi&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: no&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: no&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: no&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: no&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: in my sleep in perfect health and not in pain&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: retire&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Boy/Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color: doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color: doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: long ish. Not super long but short and spiky = EW&lt;br /&gt;Height: tall&lt;br /&gt;Weight: skinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me again:&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style: business formal at work, all other times I enjoy dressing like a bum. I have become very trendy though lately.&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: a lot&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: ears and nose&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: none. Though I would love to get one.&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: mostly just one - not getting better grades in second year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-2692863584806252414?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/2692863584806252414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=2692863584806252414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/2692863584806252414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/2692863584806252414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthplace-india-current-location.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-667090370303570608</id><published>2007-04-06T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:47:03.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things</title><content type='html'>Two things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;Silence &amp; Noise skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;a necklace made with Rosewood beads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;Green Tea ice cream&lt;br /&gt;blood oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you read today:&lt;br /&gt;Teen Vogue&lt;br /&gt;the newspaper from cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want:&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod38190001&amp;parentId=cat10240735&amp;amp;masterId=cat7660735&amp;index=4&amp;amp;cmCat=cat000000cat000001cat000009cat000059cat000069cat7660735cat10240735"&gt;Theory Belted Trench&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod38710028&amp;parentId=cat5130731&amp;amp;masterId=cat000199&amp;index=11&amp;amp;cmCat=cat000000cat000141cat000149cat000199cat5130731"&gt;Christian Louboutin Patent Platform Pump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two TV shows you watch:&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;wear a watch&lt;br /&gt;check my email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you wish to change about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;worry less&lt;br /&gt;not be so lazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-667090370303570608?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/667090370303570608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=667090370303570608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/667090370303570608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/667090370303570608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-things.html' title='Two things'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-6113733188908448367</id><published>2007-04-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:26:18.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life (of a minion)</title><content type='html'>So far 2007 has been a total bust. The last half of 2006 wasnt so hot either. Actually pretty much all of 06 sucked but I had the summer off so at least that was something. I had pretty high hopes for 07, because I am 23 and its 07, which are both prime numbers. And I love prime numbers, and 7 and 23 are among my most favorite prime numbers. Now I dont want to go off on a tangent explaining my bizzaro love for prime numbers, so I will just say that Im a little bit surprised that things have been as suck as they have been. The only area of any real progress has been my job, which is a good one. But other than that there is a total feeling of running to stay in the same place and not having made any real progress. I know what I need to do to change things but I am just being lazy. But then I think how I work punishing hours, and do I really want to be studying on my own time on top of that? NO! Unfortunately thats what must be done. Mostly, I am just sick of working so much and running myself ragged making other people rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note its Easter long weekend!!! Not like I celebrate Easter but fuck, its a paid day off work, and I totally celebrated that. By not doing anything and napping from 2 to 6 30. So today I am allowed to take off but I HAVE to study tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, GO LEAFS GO! Truth be told I am sick as fuck of the Leafs and their general level of ineptitude, but I still want them to make the playoffs. But we suck, we have no momentum, a goalie whos a piece of shit (sorry Raycroft, but you are no superstar), and one or two slightly above average players among some deeply average players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bullshit aside things are pretty good and Im just dissatisfied enough that its spurring me on. I just had no idea that this is what its like to work all the time and be so busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-6113733188908448367?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/6113733188908448367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=6113733188908448367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6113733188908448367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/6113733188908448367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-in-life-of-minion.html' title='A day in the life (of a minion)'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-3587987907033356827</id><published>2007-03-15T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:20:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pretty sure theres more to life than being really ridiculously good looking...and I plan on finding out what that is</title><content type='html'>Now Im not a very big fan of makeup, mostly because I have really sensitive skin and I tend to break out at the drop of a hat. The only products I use are black eyeliner and lipgloss. And that too not all the time because I like to line the inner rims of my eyes and so the liner tends to smudge very easily. So I wear it only when I go out. Lipgloss I LOVE, but 85% of the time I wear only the blue Blistex, which, in my opinion, is by far the most amazing lip balm out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my picks, Lips and Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clinique.ca/templates/products/sp_shaded.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY4901&amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD536"&gt;Clinique Almost Lipstick in Black Honey&lt;/a&gt;: One word – Amazing. It looks almost black in the tube, but it goes on super super sheer. It has this lovely berry colour and it looks like your lips, only better. The only downside is that it doesn’t last and you have to constantly re-apply but it looks stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp?productId=prod4870018&amp;amp;categoryId=cat30034"&gt;The Body Shop Lip and Cheek Stain in Rose Pink&lt;/a&gt;: I really like this product. Though I seldom use it on my cheeks, it works really great as a lip stain. Both this and the Clinique product are really sheer and not sticky at all. They sort of feel watery going on. If Im going for shine then I will use &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/templates/products/sp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY15112&amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD1384"&gt;MAC’s Clear Lipglass&lt;/a&gt; on top. The downside is that Lipglass is extremely sticky and I prefer a product with a watery texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyeliner: In my quest to find out that doesn’t smudge easily, I have tried pretty much everything on the market. If the formula is super smudge free, then it tends to be not very soft and doesn’t really go on at all. If its soft, then usually it will smudge almost immediately. One of the better ones out there is Annabelle Smoothliner, which is great because its really cheap. Some of the also rans are: &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/templates/products/sp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY15101&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD1628"&gt;MAC Powerpoint Eye Pencil in Engraved&lt;/a&gt;, and Revlon Colorstay Eyeliner in Black. Despite what they tell you, Make Up Forever sucks and doesn’t last at all. One surprise discovery is &lt;a href="http://www.inglot.com.au/"&gt;Inglot’s eyeliner in black&lt;/a&gt;, but I haven’t had it long enough to put it to the test. For really lovely texture and super black colour all Indian Kajal’s work well, but they smudge a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very rare occasions when I actually need to use concealor etc, I use Christine Schrammek’s &lt;a href="http://www.schrammek.de/en_products_regulatingcare.html"&gt;Blemish Balm Honey &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.schrammek.de/en_products_essentialcare.html"&gt;Special Care Cream&lt;/a&gt;. But these are VERY expensive (by my reckoning anyway, around $70 + taxes for 1 oz.), so I maybe use them once every 6 months. I do not use powder or concealor on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use organic shampoo on my hair and never conditioner. If its feeling very dry I put coconut oil in it and shampoo it off the next morning. I usually let my hair air dry but since 80% of the time I wash it in the morning before work this is not an option. I don’t use any product in my hair either, ever. My only indulgence is my styling tools. And these are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P173101&amp;amp;categoryId=C11244"&gt;Bespoke Labs T3 Featherweight Hair Dryer&lt;/a&gt;: Do not be put off by the steep price tag, this baby is worth every penny. I realize it’s a lot of money to justify especially when one can get dryers for under 10 dollars, but its totally worth it. It really lives up to each one of its claims. It does dry really fast, and while my dull hair has never been my problem it makes my hair really shiny. Also very very soft to the touch and really smooth and non staticy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fabaocanada.com/hair_styling/babyliss_flatiron_BAB2569C.htm"&gt;Babyliss Pro Professional Solid Ceramic Flat Iron&lt;/a&gt;: Works exactly like the T3. ceramic, Ionic, the whole 9 yards. I use this when I let my hair air dry to give it extra shine and make the ends pretty. Also very good for when you want to make your hair curly (which in my case is never) but it has a swivel cord for that very purpose. Again, don’t be put off by the price tag, it works a LOT better than a 30 dollar Wal*Mart straightener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-3587987907033356827?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/3587987907033356827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=3587987907033356827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3587987907033356827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/3587987907033356827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-im-not-very-big-fan-of-makeup.html' title='I&apos;m pretty sure theres more to life than being really ridiculously good looking...and I plan on finding out what that is'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-8340129875528311603</id><published>2007-03-10T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:53:43.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a sexy guy, I'm a nice girl...Let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world</title><content type='html'>I have deemed one of my initiaves gone and past help, so its freed up a lot of my time, thank god. Though the sad part is that it has forced me to confront the fact that a lot of times I sabotage things that I KNOW would be good for me. Why do I do this? I can think of a similar instance in the past, but I suppose I can write that off because I was young and stupid, but seriously, what is my excuse now? Why did I do what I did? Was it even entirely my fault? I think not. Who knows. Its times like this that Im glad I believe everything happens for the best and is pre-ordained to a large extent, otherwise I think I would go mad with regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this doesnt really make any sense. But like I said, I have a lot of trouble talking about specifics on my blog. Or even in real life. I think I am a very reserved person who's become so used to keeping eveyrthing on the inside that its become almost impossible for me to open up. Which might be a good thing or a bad thing, Im not sure. I have a feeling I was always like this though. I think thats what being an only child does to you. My fear is that if I let people in on the fact that I, too, am human people will think of me as weak. Or I am just an overthinker and an overanalyzer who just needs or live a little. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-8340129875528311603?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/8340129875528311603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=8340129875528311603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/8340129875528311603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/8340129875528311603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/03/youre-sexy-guy-im-nice-girllets-turn.html' title='You&apos;re a sexy guy, I&apos;m a nice girl...Let&apos;s turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-1263531774657349545</id><published>2007-02-24T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T12:26:39.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of Note</title><content type='html'>What's gone and what's past help,&lt;br /&gt;Should be past grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The Winter's Tale (III, ii, 223-224)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this quote because these are the truest words you will ever hear. If, on assessing a situation, you decide that it is neither gone nor past help, then do everything in your power to change it. The hard part, in my opinion, is knowing &lt;em&gt;when &lt;/em&gt;a situation is gone and past help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-1263531774657349545?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/1263531774657349545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=1263531774657349545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1263531774657349545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/1263531774657349545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-of-note.html' title='Blog of Note'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-116995060009819252</id><published>2007-01-27T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:16:40.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously what is the point of buying overpriced shoes if noone will even appreciate their trendiness?</title><content type='html'>I have a pair of Uggs that I wear everyday to work before changing into my totally inappropriate for outside shoes. &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2895365?cm_ven=nextag&amp;cm_cat=datafeed&amp;cm_pla=shoes:women:boots&amp;cm_ite=ugg(r)_australia_'uptown_ii'_boot:36915"&gt; Here is a link to said shoes so you can picture them. &lt;/a&gt; My boss makes fun of me everyday for wearing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mukluk"&gt; mukluks&lt;/a&gt;. My boss' boss routinely asks me if my dog sled is parked outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-116995060009819252?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/116995060009819252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=116995060009819252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116995060009819252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116995060009819252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/01/seriously-what-is-point-of-buying.html' title='Seriously what is the point of buying overpriced shoes if noone will even appreciate their trendiness?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-116909456872985341</id><published>2007-01-17T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:29:28.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever in debt to my priceless advice</title><content type='html'>I have some words of wisdom for Prince William. Mostly that he should break up with Kate Middleton. Yes she's a very nice girl and all, but already he is looking hen pecked and domesticated. He has also started looking more and more like Prince Charles, and Harry has definitely overtaken him as the hotter Prince. Of course this cant really be attributed to Kate, but my personal feeling is that her influence is speeding up his ageing process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other unsolicited advice, I wish Jennifer Aniston would just go away. She's rich enough, its time to just sit in her house or better still to travel to remote places and serve the less fortunate. Enough with the "pity me, Ive been wronged" routine already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment with advice YOU would give to celebrities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-116909456872985341?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/116909456872985341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=116909456872985341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116909456872985341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116909456872985341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/01/forever-in-debt-to-my-priceless-advice.html' title='Forever in debt to my priceless advice'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-116804827052480807</id><published>2007-01-05T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:51:10.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't sue me, Prof Rotstein</title><content type='html'>Mysteries revealed! Well, mostly just the one. And it pertains to the title of my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In third year I took this really great class called Canadian Economic History. There was no textbook, and so we had to buy a bunch of essays from a copy shop to study from instead. And one of those essays was written by my prof, and that essay was called The Alchemy of Wheat and Fur. It basically talked about all the processes that shaped and formed Canada as we know it today, and argued that none were more influential than the fur trade and later farming in prairies. I thought the title was pure genius and decided to call my blog after it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now you know everything about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-116804827052480807?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/116804827052480807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=116804827052480807' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116804827052480807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116804827052480807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-dont-sue-me-prof-rotstein.html' title='Please don&apos;t sue me, Prof Rotstein'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-116758284043169886</id><published>2006-12-31T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T08:34:00.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>06 wrap-up post</title><content type='html'>I can't believe another year is over. It was a good year, it was a very very good year, so thank you to the powers that be for that. It saw me become more tranquil, and also realize that life has a way of working itself out and that things always happen for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I do work in Finance Im going to try and do a quarterly earnings report type thing, but that smacks of effort so I'll break down my year quarter by quarter and write a few sentences on each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1 very uneventful, not much changed, not much happened. I dont think I was v happy with the way things were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2 - bloody brilliant. It saw me going to India, having the time of my life as usual. I quit my job while there and came back and did nothing, which brings me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3 - Summer!!!!!!!!!! Saw me get up at noon, watch copious amounts of television on DVD till about 5, and then indulge in summer shenanigans many nights. It was fun, but I knew I needed to get a good job, not just any job. I went for a couple interviews and really wish Id gotten this one job, but things worked out okay and I got a job I really had wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4 - serious employment! I started making some very real dough, dough that I can buy houses and cars with. A very fine feeling! Also saw myself not doing a whole lot other than work. Made some friends, some office crushes, and did some very stupid things. Ive said it once and I'll say it again for emphasis - DO NOT VOLUNTEER ANY EXTRA INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF, EVER! These people are not your friends, you are here to do a job and they will not hesitate to fuck you over at all. Its not that bad, and Ive come up with some sort of precarious band-aid solution, but the solution is predicated on so many things going right that it really wouldnt surprise me if eveyrthing fell apart in the new year, but I am hoping this is not the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions - I hope I can better myself in every area. Health, job-wise, be a better friend, daughter, granddaughter etc etc. I have a whole bunch of things on the go and for my one very surprise initiative which began so late this yr - I really hope it works out more than anything. I have very high hopes from this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you - HAPPY 07!!!!!!! I wish yall good health, peace, joy, contentment, love, and the very best of everything life has to offer. I hope this is your best year yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-116758284043169886?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/116758284043169886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=116758284043169886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116758284043169886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116758284043169886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/12/06-wrap-up-post.html' title='06 wrap-up post'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-116650246250154620</id><published>2006-12-18T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:27:42.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?</title><content type='html'>I think Im incredibly lucky. Im healthy, I have a roof over my head, I have a killer wardrobe, beautiful shoes, I have food in my belly, and really, all this is a LOT more than most people in the world and so I should be delirious with joy every second of the the day that I live such a blessed, fortunate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I so dissatisfied?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-116650246250154620?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/116650246250154620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=116650246250154620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116650246250154620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116650246250154620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-i-wrote-you-love-letter-would-you.html' title='If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-116483889690790656</id><published>2006-11-29T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:21:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes make the (wo)man</title><content type='html'>I spend all my extra cash buying work clothes, and I recently realized that all of them are either black, white, or grey. Most days I wear all two out of three of these colours. I choose to express my personality through my choice of accessories, and by that I mean I wear a pink scarf everyday. I also have a beautiful puffy pink jacket which Im sure I’ll wear when it gets cold enough, but considering I have 50000000 black/gray coats, it may not make it out that often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-116483889690790656?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/116483889690790656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=116483889690790656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116483889690790656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116483889690790656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/11/clothes-make-woman.html' title='Clothes make the (wo)man'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-116483873774247157</id><published>2006-11-29T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:18:57.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasnt kidding when I said I had problems</title><content type='html'>If I were dooce maybe I could say what Im about to say in a euphemistic way but still in a way that conveys my frustration and anger regarding the situation but Im not and so I cant. And I cant even say what the problem is, except that its work related and that none of you should ever (and I mean EVER) be stupid enough to volunteer more information than is absolutely needed and that they ask for explicitly. Maybe if yall really want to know we could meet up for drinks (several very strong drinks) and I could tell you, but be warned – it wont be a very fun hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-116483873774247157?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/116483873774247157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=116483873774247157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116483873774247157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/116483873774247157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wasnt-kidding-when-i-said-i-had.html' title='I wasnt kidding when I said I had problems'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-115923412917799441</id><published>2006-09-25T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:29:50.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasnt kidding when I said I was making big changes</title><content type='html'>Recently, Ive started using organic shampoo. Just bcuz Ive realized that our world is so incredibly filled with chemicals. And I know that its not possible to live a chemical free life, but I still would like to minimize them wherever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the easiest things to do was to go organic, for shampoo, at least. And so far Im pretty happy with it except it hardly lathers at all, which is a little difficult to get used to. I mean, how can something clean without lathering? Im not seeing any real difference in my hair either, but at least this is better for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another product that Im now buying the organic version of is tampons. Bcuz when you think about it, tampons are made with bleached cotton (and cotton like substances), and all these chemicals and bleach leech into the body, which is a very scary thought. So goodbye Tampax Pearl or whatever, and hello organic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps the most radical of them all --- Ive given up all lotions, moisturizers, hand creams, body butters, etc. I now use olive oil to moisturize! I just moisturize in the shower, when my pores are open and the oil absorbes really quickly, and I dont look like a greased up wrestler at all. And its great bcuz my skin is never ever dry now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I would like to stop using is anti perspirant, bcuz something that stops you from sweating cant possibly be very good for you. So, any suggestions? (and Im not going to consider getting Botox-ed...lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-115923412917799441?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/115923412917799441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=115923412917799441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115923412917799441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115923412917799441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wasnt-kidding-when-i-said-i-was.html' title='I wasnt kidding when I said I was making big changes'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-115863346129813547</id><published>2006-09-18T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:37:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day another half dollar</title><content type='html'>People are commenting!!! What alternate universe is this??? Also Adit, where is your comment???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have this big boardroom on our floor. Well they have several of those on every floor, but still. And they have tons of meetings there, all with all sorts of awesome catered food. Whenever they end they always send emails out to us telling us to get the food thats left over from the meeting. So in the past couple days, Ive had cinnamon french toast with maple toasted pecans and pears, sausages and other breakfast type things, cookies!!!!!!!!, &lt;a href="http://www.moozoo.com/"&gt; Moozoo &lt;/a&gt; yoghurt (sooooooo good, seriously), all sorts of sandwaitches, wraps, etc...anyway. Theyre heavily subsidizing my gym membership, and now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Greys Anatomy's third season starts in like 4 days!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cant wait and I really hope Meredith picks Dr McDreamy, bcuz they love each other, and hes just so beautiful. And I hope George and Izzy fall in love and Addison goes away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-115863346129813547?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/115863346129813547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=115863346129813547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115863346129813547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115863346129813547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-day-another-half-dollar.html' title='Another day another half dollar'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-115852985546312016</id><published>2006-09-17T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:50:55.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So Im working. And things are soooooooooooo much better this time round, mostly bcuz I like my job more, and its a better job, and I have to get there a half hour later, so all in all its pretty good. Its a steep learning curve and everyday theres so much to learn it makes my head spin. But Im enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also Im plagued by other things...like what am I doing? Where will I be in 5 yrs? And also other things that I thought were real, but turns out they werent...mostly Im just sick of so many of my friendships falling by the wayside. I also miss being a student, but I think I finally realize that being a student, partying every night, living in res, getting up at noon, not really doing any real work...thats not real life. Thats a fantasy. I guess this is what one calls adulthood...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, hockey seasons about to start!!!! Im soooo excited! Im not going to kid myself and say this is the yr the Leafs win the cup, but hopefully the new team comes together well. Our new goalie works out, and so does our coach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-115852985546312016?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/115852985546312016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=115852985546312016' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115852985546312016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115852985546312016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-115672755742260749</id><published>2006-08-27T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:12:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a slave 4 U</title><content type='html'>So yeah life update time. I got a job. A pretty good one at that, whatever that means. I was pretty happy being a bum doing nothing all day, but it was becoming increasingly clear that Id need to get a job to keep my relationship with my parents cordial. And then of course the reason of being bored out of my mind most days. Really, theres only so much daytime TV one can watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-115672755742260749?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/115672755742260749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=115672755742260749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115672755742260749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115672755742260749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-slave-4-u.html' title='Im a slave 4 U'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-115645524342240565</id><published>2006-08-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:34:03.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a sexy guy, I'm a nice girl...Let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world</title><content type='html'>I think Im a very unusual young person bcuz I hardly ever watch movies. I also don't have any posters on my walls. I never have. I think the only time I ever had a poster on my wall was when I was 13 and I had this big crush on Mark Phillipouses and someone gave me his poster and I put it up. Mostly so that the person who gave it to me wouldnt feel bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never ever go to the movies. Id say in the last yr Ive only seen two films in the theatre, Gangster (Hindi, and only bcuz these people in India forced me to go, which is just as well bcuz I loved it) and The Da Vinci Code (bcuz I loved the book and there was such a buzz surrounding it etc). I think its an attention span thing more than anything else. Every once in a while I'll go to the India video store and get some "must see" movie, and watch it in half hour installments over say a week or so. Plus who has the time to actually go watch a movie anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-115645524342240565?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/115645524342240565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=115645524342240565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115645524342240565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115645524342240565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/youre-sexy-guy-im-nice-girllets-turn.html' title='You&apos;re a sexy guy, I&apos;m a nice girl...Let&apos;s turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-115578754744919732</id><published>2006-08-16T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:12:04.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anybody reading this still?</title><content type='html'>Bcuz if you are, good!!!!! I still have a lot to say. Life has been chugging along lately...my folks are getting a new kitchen so we have been without a kitchen now for about 3 weeks. Seriously. The cabinets are up, and the appliances are in place, but theres no countertop and hence no sink (bcuz the sink is attached to the countertop, which has not yet arrived). The countertop was the last thing to be done, bcuz they could only measure accurately once everything else was in place. Anyway Im pretty sick of eating sandwitches and frozen meals so I really hope we get the countertop soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other home improvement news, I painted my room bright pink. I didnt paint it myself, somebody else did, but I still chose the colour. Im one of those people who never puts up posters, so I figured this was the only way to personalize my room. So far I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I have made any real progress on the life improvement front. Maybe next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-115578754744919732?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/115578754744919732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=115578754744919732' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115578754744919732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115578754744919732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-anybody-reading-this-still.html' title='Is anybody reading this still?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-115206199329135808</id><published>2006-07-04T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:13:13.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love was made for fools like me</title><content type='html'>I have been obsessed with this song called Kangna by Dr Zues for a year now. Seriously. Its my most listened to song by far on my iPod, mp3 player, the computer, and in the car. I love love love it and can't stop listening to it. Download it, yall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of things I do often, I think I do laundry everyday. I have a lot of hand wash only clothes and as a compromise I wash them individually in the washing machine. Which results in me doing laundry every single day. I also only line dry ALL my clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also LOVE Nutella. I have since I was like 7. And recently I was given this amazing thing called Nutella Snack&amp;Drink, which is this nifty little snack that has little breadstick type things, a tub of Nutella to dip them in, and a half a cup of ice tea. I should say at this point that Im a Nutella purist and believe it should be eaten just on its on. Not in bread of with crackers or whatever. And also I hate ice tea and it doesnt really make a lot of sense to pair Nutella and breadsticks and ice tea, but whatever. I am posting pictures of this wondrous product. It was bought in Italy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC02064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC02064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC02067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC02067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC02066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC02066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC02063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC02063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-115206199329135808?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/115206199329135808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=115206199329135808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115206199329135808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115206199329135808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-was-made-for-fools-like-me.html' title='Love was made for fools like me'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-115100459909355846</id><published>2006-06-22T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:29:59.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the best McShow out there...Greys Anatomy</title><content type='html'>1) I think Addison needs to just die. Its clear to everyone (including her) that Derek is just not that into her, so why is she still around? She should take her collection of salmon coloured scrubs and pencil skirts back to Manhattan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Meredith is really not that attractive. I really don't get why everyone is sooooooo in love with her. Seriously. She's just an average looking very skinny girl with a lisp. Get over it. Having said that, I totally think her and McDreamy should just get back together already. They are clearly meant for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mer and Der should only get back together if Derek is willing to tell Addison to fuck off once and for all. He can't keep Addison and Mer around at the same time. Make up your damn mind, McDreamy. And if not, Meredith should hook up permanently with Finn. End of story!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Burke and Christina. I think Burke should dump Christina bcuz she is selfish and puts herself before everyone and everybody, including Burke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Izzy and George need to hook up. George needs to lose that Ortho loser...she's just not good enough for Georgie boy! Even Mer isn't good enough. Only Izzy will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-115100459909355846?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/115100459909355846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=115100459909355846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115100459909355846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/115100459909355846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/thoughts-on-best-mcshow-out-theregreys.html' title='Thoughts on the best McShow out there...Greys Anatomy'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-114910873427222268</id><published>2006-05-31T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:54:22.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh baby when you talk like that, you make a woman go mad...</title><content type='html'>I went on vacation to India for 5 weeks. And I quit my job. So now I am unemployed, or rather, "exploring my options". I quite enjoy that euphemism, except in my case my options consist of sleeping, watching too much tv, shopping, and eating out. So its a good life, except for the part where I feel guilty all the damn time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am taking stock of my life, and its not pretty. I can truthfully say my entire tenure as a Bay St suit was a bloody waste of time in that I learnt close to nothing, but I got really good at walking in heels and staying in a pair of towering stillettos for hours on end. And I got good at drinking with my co-workers without acting like a total retard. For those who know anything about me when I am drunk will know that this is a HUGE accomplishment. So not a total loss. But I doubt my boss will give me a good reference so Im pretty much back where I started career wise, but much richer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some exciting things are afoot but as usual I will not talk about them till they come through 100%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to upload some pictures from my trip but the whole file upload things sort of gave up after one so more to come. Im in the middle and thats my mama in the pink sari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC_0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-114910873427222268?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/114910873427222268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=114910873427222268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114910873427222268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114910873427222268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-baby-when-you-talk-like-that-you.html' title='Oh baby when you talk like that, you make a woman go mad...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-114796535032664807</id><published>2006-05-18T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:15:50.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back</title><content type='html'>Yeah, back from India that is!!!!!!!!!! Also back to the world of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India was fun, but very very hot. Its funny, every single conversation I had, pretty much the first 10 minutes were spent talking about how hot it was, whether or not it was hotter than yesterday, and if it will be hotter tomorrow or not. Like I often said, it was like living on the surface of the sun. I have laaaaaaaats of pictures, so expect to see them soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-114796535032664807?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/114796535032664807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=114796535032664807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114796535032664807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114796535032664807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back.html' title='Im back'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-114377609914625088</id><published>2006-03-30T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:34:59.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For whatever reason, I feel like Ive wanted you all my life...</title><content type='html'>My post, in point-form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- More than actually going out, I love getting ready before going out. Hanging out with my girlfriends (and their girlfriends too...lol), loud music, drinking, hair, makeup, car ride over...I love it. The girl bonding is amazing and the anticipation of the night ahead is amazing. The actual event...not so much. Last time we went clubbing I was the designated cock-blocker for the night and had to make sure nobody got molested...lol. So the fun potential of the night was immediately reduced but still a good time was had by all, though not as good as the getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im fed up. Seriously. So motherfucking fed up of my job and working. Pardon the language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am obsessed with David Brent's poem, Excalibur. Obsessed with reciting it in a faux-British accent. Most people are getting very tired of hearing it...so if any of you are interested, we can get together and I will be happy to recite it to you. Or on the phone, either way. I am pasting the poem below for your reading pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze your tears and made a dagger, &lt;br /&gt;and stabbed it in my cock forever. &lt;br /&gt;It stays there like Excalibur, &lt;br /&gt;Are you my Arthur? &lt;br /&gt;Say you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this cool dark steeled blade, &lt;br /&gt;Steal it, &lt;br /&gt;sheath it, in your lake. &lt;br /&gt;I'd drown with you to be together. &lt;br /&gt;Must you breathe?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I need Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE Sushi on Bloor. Their sushi is my crack. I crave it for every single meal. If y'all haven't been I suggest dropping everything and going there for a meal. Make reservations though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-114377609914625088?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/114377609914625088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=114377609914625088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114377609914625088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114377609914625088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-whatever-reason-i-feel-like-ive.html' title='For whatever reason, I feel like Ive wanted you all my life...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-114339405276866875</id><published>2006-03-26T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T09:27:32.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollywood might suck, but John Abraham is still hot, so all is forgiven</title><content type='html'>So the commonwealth games are on, and surprise surprise, India is hosting them next. Usually India and the poorer commonwealth countries get shafted when it comes to anything of significance, but somehow they've pulled off getting to host them. So apparently commonwealth tradition is that the hosts of the next games put on a segment in the closing ceremonies, so, for that purpose, a posse of Bollywood starlets are travelling to Australia so they can dance and lip-sync to a bunch of bad Hindi movie songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days, I realize that Bollywood is the most accessible form of Indian culture, and thats why it makes most sense to make it a Bollywood style show. But still, we have so much more to offer than curry and Bollywood and funny accents!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-114339405276866875?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/114339405276866875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=114339405276866875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114339405276866875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114339405276866875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/bollywood-might-suck-but-john-abraham.html' title='Bollywood might suck, but John Abraham is still hot, so all is forgiven'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-114221852187899043</id><published>2006-03-12T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:55:21.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Readerships Gone International, Bitches</title><content type='html'>Anyway, update time!!! Work is blah, but I'm quitting soon. Seriously. The thought of the India trip makes me very very happy. The idea that its going to be so short, well...not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that Ive been reading the Harry Potter again, and its so good! Im also going on the internet again to read theories on whether or not Harry is a horcrux (personally, I think he is. Think about it, if he is, and LV kills him, then yes, although another horcrux gets destroyed, so does the only person who can kill him. And if LV doesn't manage to kill him, another horcrux still out there! I don't know if Rowling will do something lame like making his scar the horcrux, in which case maybe it will be possible to destroy the horcrux without killing Harry. But thats lame), who will be the next to die (Hagrid. Apparently the philosopher's stone goes through three distinct colour phases which being made. First Black (and so Sirius Black), then white (Albus Dumbledore, albus meaning white), and finally red (Rubius Hargrid, rubius meaning red). So yeah, so long Hagrid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Rowling is going to publish like 6 volumes of Harry Potter mythology, bcuz she has so many backstories and such about characters. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my readership really has gone international, for the record. So welcome to my blog, HJ! I know you're not HJ but I use made up initials for people on here, just to protect your privacy and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-114221852187899043?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/114221852187899043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=114221852187899043' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114221852187899043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/114221852187899043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-readerships-gone-international.html' title='My Readerships Gone International, Bitches'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-113944998191060569</id><published>2006-02-08T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:53:01.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding me down, turning me round, filling me up with your rules...</title><content type='html'>My life is very different now than it has ever been. I make real money (though still not enough to shop at Holts, like I often do...well not so much shopping but trying on clothes and buying some there and just buying the rest on eBay, like normal people...). All the bitchy girls at work actually call each other internally as soon as people walk in, picking their outfits apart...lol...though I am guilty of it too, and now I realize why people gossip so much at work...its the only thing that keeps you going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much time I actually have to spend with these people so that I "fit in". Going for drinks, getting lunch, going to Starbucks with them, so between the 9 hours (minimum) at work, the hour commute each way, and the 3 nights a week going for drinks, I really don't have ANY me time. My biggest indulgence is the 45 minutes I try to spend on msn right before bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm not trying to say this is depressing, bcuz its not. I enjoy working where I do, it really is super fun getting dressed up for work, and I have made some good friends. Not the real good kind, like the ones who actually give a shit about you, but whatever, we have fun and its not like I really care about them either so its all good. The best part is the downtown business environment with all the cute boys in suits. Its actually a blast except for all the superficiality, my perverted director who does blow in the bathroom (he really does), the long hours and the fact that I have not gotten a full nights sleep since around November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-113944998191060569?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/113944998191060569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=113944998191060569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113944998191060569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113944998191060569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/02/holding-me-down-turning-me-round.html' title='Holding me down, turning me round, filling me up with your rules...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-113833495956406925</id><published>2006-01-26T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:09:19.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Go Time, For Real</title><content type='html'>Okay, enough talking about vague crap like jettisonning and purging and whatnot. Now's the time to actually make some concrete targets that I can hold myself to. So here is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOSE AT LEAST 12 LBS BY APRIL 1ST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan of Action&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda, diet or otherwise&lt;br /&gt;More than 1 chocolate bar everyday (I can't give up this)&lt;br /&gt;Coated in grease food from the food courts&lt;br /&gt;Soup Nutsy&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subs or salad for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Moderation&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my wallet and credit cards behind at home so I don't break down and buy crap that will make me fat&lt;br /&gt;Everything is moderation&lt;br /&gt;Work out a minimum of 3 times every week...no point letting all that Lululemon clothing just sit there&lt;br /&gt;Being veggie on Tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;Chug back water when hungry&lt;br /&gt;Glass of milk everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things okay in unlimited amounts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi&lt;br /&gt;Fruits &lt;br /&gt;Vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Tea and Coffee without sugar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things okay in limited amounts, AKA I am only human for fucks sake:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guylian once every week&lt;br /&gt;Going drinking once in a month (but soda moratorium still holds)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-113833495956406925?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/113833495956406925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=113833495956406925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113833495956406925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113833495956406925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-go-time-for-real.html' title='Its Go Time, For Real'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-113614444847444335</id><published>2006-01-01T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:40:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I only have two words for 2006: Bring It</title><content type='html'>So I hereby announce that 2006 will not only be the deciding year of my life, but also the year of the purge. I initiated the great life purge in '05, and it has not exactly gone as planned. So in '06, I will jettison all extra cargo from my life, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on emerging, victorious and phoenix-like from the debris, completely reborn, like JR 2.0. Keeping all the good, just getting rid of all the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-113614444847444335?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/113614444847444335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=113614444847444335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113614444847444335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113614444847444335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-only-have-two-words-for-2006-bring.html' title='I only have two words for 2006: Bring It'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-113592359579508868</id><published>2005-12-29T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:23:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'05 recap and the obligatory job rant</title><content type='html'>So I finally get a whole work off week!!!!!!!! I really really want to get back to my old life (sleeping in, watching hockey, staying up past 10pm, going out on a school night etc) but I'm hesitant to bcuz I know itll all be over in a week anyway. Well less than a week now. Just the thought of work again early next week makes me physically sick. Yeah yeah I know its a troubled economy with a weak recovery and job creation only in low end jobs and I should probably be greatful for what I have, but I'm not. I spend half my time at work wishing they would just fire me already and then that way I can let loose and tell these people exactly what I think of them. I just feel so angry after work everyday, and I finally understand why drunks beat their wives...I long for that kind of primal satisfaction after a hard day at work myself. I'm not trying to say spousal abuse is okay, but just that I can imagine that at some level those actions must provide some sort of fulfillment. Anyway, enough about work. There has to be more to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...the assessment part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So '05 was not the greatest year. I graduated, which was good and bad, but instead of going over the billion things that went wrong I will try and spin everything in a positive way and list that instead. So here's all the good stuff that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Amazing 4th year GPA. But too little, too late.&lt;br /&gt;2) Amazing India trip (is there any other kind?). Family rocked, so did some friends. Others, however, did not. But at the end of the day I'm glad I found out where I stood now and didn't waste any more of my time on something that was never going to materialize anyway. So thats one wild goose chase thats been put to rest. Which is actually very good.&lt;br /&gt;3) I found the perfect shampoo. I have been looking for years and somehow it just found me. &lt;br /&gt;4) Got a decent job. I really don't think I need to expound on this one though...lol.&lt;br /&gt;5) My mom bought me a super fancy laptop.&lt;br /&gt;6) I got a Tahari suit for like half price. lol...even half price was about 5 times what I'd want to pay for it...but whatever...you're only young once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all y'all. Call me if anybody has any good New Years Eve plans in TO, I am still shopping around for what to do. GOOD LUCK to everyone in '06. I'm going to make a seperate '06 post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-113592359579508868?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/113592359579508868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=113592359579508868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113592359579508868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113592359579508868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/12/05-recap-and-obligatory-job-rant.html' title='&apos;05 recap and the obligatory job rant'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-113263171562644394</id><published>2005-11-21T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:55:15.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's ice you like I'll light up your life AKA My life as a Bay-Street suit, Day 29</title><content type='html'>So a lot has happened since my last post. I got a job. I re-discovered my love for all things Kit-Kat. Realized that Irish sounds like a made up language. Started getting up at 6am everyday. Fell in love with soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really much to report. I spend a good 9 hours everyday at work, about 2 more commuting. The remaning 13 hours I spend equally between sleeping, getting ready, surfing the internet, and fantasizing about quitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-113263171562644394?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/113263171562644394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=113263171562644394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113263171562644394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/113263171562644394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-its-ice-you-like-ill-light-up-your.html' title='If it&apos;s ice you like I&apos;ll light up your life AKA My life as a Bay-Street suit, Day 29'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112914838884381059</id><published>2005-10-12T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:19:48.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dooce could probably make this post funny, I just sound like a raving lunatic</title><content type='html'>The hot guy list has been shortened to Anderson Cooper, Bobby Jon Drinkard, and John Abraham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooooooooooove Anderson Cooper. He is HOT LIKE FIRE, smart, AND compassionate. I love him, I want to marry him, and have his babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so good on the Orpah show! I love everything about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112914838884381059?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112914838884381059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112914838884381059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112914838884381059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112914838884381059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/10/dooce-could-probably-make-this-post.html' title='Dooce could probably make this post funny, I just sound like a raving lunatic'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112874556960776856</id><published>2005-10-07T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:29:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things Girls Wish Guys Knew...</title><content type='html'>1. Don't tell us when you think other girls are hot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you don't act like soap-opera guys, don't expect us to dress like Victoria's Secret models.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mark anniversaries on a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;5. There is no such thing as too much spooning.&lt;br /&gt;6. We think about you ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;7. This is how we see it . . . Don't call = Don't Care.&lt;br /&gt;8. Which also means that if we don't call, take the hint.&lt;br /&gt;9. We like you to be a little jealous . . . but overly possessive is not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;10. We hate that you can eat all you want and not get fat.&lt;br /&gt;11. Return favors: we massage, you massage; we go down, you go down; we shave, you shave (and not just your face).&lt;br /&gt;12. Foreplay is not an option . . . its a prerequisite.&lt;br /&gt;13. We're allowed to be late . . . you are not.&lt;br /&gt;14. Eye contact is key.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't take longer to get ready than we do.&lt;br /&gt;16. Laugh at our jokes.&lt;br /&gt;17. Three words . . . honesty, honesty, honesty.&lt;br /&gt;18. Girls can be groupies. Guy groupies are stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;19. We never have to wonder if your orgasm was real.&lt;br /&gt;20. Do not start with us. You will not win.&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you like it if a guy treated your sister that way? We didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;22. If you ask nicely, we usually answer the same way.&lt;br /&gt;23. We will never have enough clothes or shoes!&lt;br /&gt;24. We have an excuse to act bitchy at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;25. Open the door for us no matter where we are . . . even at our house and getting into the car.&lt;br /&gt;26. We love surprises!&lt;br /&gt;27. We liked to be kissed softly, not with an iron tongue.&lt;br /&gt;28.Pay attention to the little things we do, because they mean the most. &lt;br /&gt;29. Boxers and maybe boxer briefs sometiems . . . NEVER whitey-tighties, NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;30. Clean your room before we come over.&lt;br /&gt;31. Always bursh your teeth before you see us . . . a fresh mouth and white teeth are a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;32. When we use our teeth it means that you suck at going down on us, so we are just returning the favor.&lt;br /&gt;33. Even though you are sometimes insensitive and hurt us, we still love you with everything we are.&lt;br /&gt;34. Hit it and quit it, because later I'll be with you're best friend and he lasts for hours.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't act hard around your friends because I won't make you hard tonight.&lt;br /&gt;36. Sometimes “NO!” really means “NO!”&lt;br /&gt;37. “Wife Beaters” are not an adequate form of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;38. If we wanted to be on video tape, we'd be a porn star not your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;39. Sensitive guys are great . . . but crying more than we do in a movie just isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;40. Don't let ex-girlfriends cause drama, relationships are stressful enough.&lt;br /&gt;41. It takes a special kind of stupid to forget birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys who are good cuddlers = guys who know how to satisfy a woman.&lt;br /&gt;43. “Fat Chicks” have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;44. Silent treatment, shoulder shrugs, tears, yelling and nasty looks all add up to . . . YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;45. If you are not a good dancer, please be self-aware.&lt;br /&gt;46. Just because a girl doesn't pick up on the first ring doesn't mean she's not waiting by the phone.&lt;br /&gt;47. You don't have to spend a lot, if it means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;48. Don't say you love me if you don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;49. Don't lie to us . . . we will catch you.&lt;br /&gt;50. When the girls get together, we talk about EVERYTHING. Meaning my best friends know everything about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112874556960776856?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112874556960776856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112874556960776856' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112874556960776856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112874556960776856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/10/50-things-girls-wish-guys-knew.html' title='50 Things Girls Wish Guys Knew...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112854643041132798</id><published>2005-10-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:07:10.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion That Unites Us All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/Toronto%20Maple%20Leafs%20Classic%20Collection%20Blanket_Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/Toronto%20Maple%20Leafs%20Classic%20Collection%20Blanket_Large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love LOVE the Toronto Maple Leafs. The Leafs winning the Stanley Cup in my lifetime is one of my top 10 (maybe even 5) wishes ever. I am pretty sure they won't win this year, but hope springs eternal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think Calgary has a shot again at the Cup bcuz their team is pretty good. I know everyone is talking about Ottawa and how they're definitely going to win, but I think Hasek is the weak link. I mean maybe is he manages to last all season they might have a shot. Lets see. UH is hoping Vancouver will get Broduer right before playoffs...Let's see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough talking. GO LEAFS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112854643041132798?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112854643041132798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112854643041132798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112854643041132798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112854643041132798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/10/passion-that-unites-us-all.html' title='The Passion That Unites Us All'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112836911653247221</id><published>2005-10-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:51:56.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I also love Bring it On, and its fine straight to video sequel, Bring it on Again</title><content type='html'>One of my fav movies of recent times has been Mean Girls. To explain why I love it so much, here is a fun amusing excerpt from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: You know who's looking fine tonight? Seth Mosakowski. &lt;br /&gt;Gretchen: Okay, you did not just say that. &lt;br /&gt;Karen: What? He's a good kisser. &lt;br /&gt;Gretchen: He's your cousin. &lt;br /&gt;Karen: Yeah, but he's my first cousin. &lt;br /&gt;Gretchen: Right. &lt;br /&gt;Karen: So, you have your cousins, and then you have your first cousins, and then you have your second cousins... &lt;br /&gt;Gretchen: No, honey, uh-uh. &lt;br /&gt;Karen: That's not right, is it? &lt;br /&gt;Gretchen: That is so not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112836911653247221?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112836911653247221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112836911653247221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112836911653247221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112836911653247221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-also-love-bring-it-on-and-its-fine.html' title='I also love Bring it On, and its fine straight to video sequel, Bring it on Again'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112775840741744009</id><published>2005-09-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T11:13:27.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're curiously strong</title><content type='html'>I need to stop buying mints. And the weird part is I don't even use them for breath freshening purposes, this is what I snack on. I am especially partial to the cinnamon Altoids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC01361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC01361.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC013591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC013591.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC01359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC01359.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC01358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC01358.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC01357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC01357.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC01356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC01356.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC01355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC01355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC01354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC01354.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC01353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC01353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112775840741744009?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112775840741744009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112775840741744009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112775840741744009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112775840741744009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/09/theyre-curiously-strong.html' title='They&apos;re curiously strong'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112748799293637379</id><published>2005-09-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:06:32.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I watch Oprah...get over it</title><content type='html'>About that Tommy Lee...have any of you heard his new single? Its this Backstreet Boy-eqsue abomination where he sings some feel good cliche lyrics and hangs out with his posse (which is made up of people about half his age) and totally sells out everything that he once stood for in a lame effort to make some money. I was never a Motley Crue fan so its not like I have a personal interest in his decline, but its pretty nauseating to see how far Tommy Lee has come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that Bon Jovi now...Jon Bon Jovi is awesome!!!!!!!!!! I have always LOVED the band and him, and seeing him on Oprah only consolidated that. Not only is he compassionate and generous and willing to use his celebrity for something worhtwhile, he is still really hot! Him and the band donated 1 million dollars between them for Katrina relief...which is more than I can say for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Aniston. Her much touted appearence, again on Oprah, pretty much consisted of her whining and bleating her way through the questions. Also there was the really hackneyed responses, like achieving this perfect moment of clarity when she was doing Yoga...she talked about nothing but herself (granted the interview was with her but still), and looked really boring. No wonder Brad left her! Angelina is so much better than her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112748799293637379?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112748799293637379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112748799293637379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112748799293637379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112748799293637379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/09/yes-i-watch-oprahget-over-it.html' title='Yes I watch Oprah...get over it'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112550245711315389</id><published>2005-08-31T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:43:54.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC00465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC00465.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;They have these weird trashcans EVERYWHERE. And with a variety of animals. Just plain creepy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC00555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC00555.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;My grandma and me. Also my first time in a sari!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/1600/DSC00644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4947/408/320/DSC00644.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;My house&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally decided to spearhead this campaign of getting people to blog again. Seriously...its so depressing how noone ever posts anymore. And I have also decided to lead by example, hence this post. So hopefully the 5 people who read my blog will be inspired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip was fantastic and it sucks to come back to my real life and be a real adult etc. Well I'm very far from being a real adult...but that is what I'm aspiring to. I miss the people there more than I'd like to admit, but I'm also happy here, so its all good. Its easy to miss a place where everyone dotes on me and I'm on vacation and have no responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more amazing facts about me...I'm such a fascinating person...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am addicted to Cinnamon Altoids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am addicted to 11:11 wishes. To the point where I feel enslaved by 11:11 and if I'm up around 11:11 (which I usually am, both in the am and the pm) I feel the need to plan and plot my wish and then wish it. And then the best kind of wish is made at 11:11:11, so if I see its 11:09 on my cell phone I run to my computer and start watching the second hand on it, so I can make my extra special wish. I need help, seriously. I am on tenterhooks starting around 10:45, and it sucks. I don't enjoy this anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112550245711315389?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112550245711315389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112550245711315389' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112550245711315389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112550245711315389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-addicted-to-you-dont-you-know-that.html' title='I&apos;m addicted to you, don&apos;t you know that you&apos;re toxic...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112287080685416879</id><published>2005-07-31T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:33:26.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news, my iPod is being a biatch</title><content type='html'>Went to a very boring party on the weekend. Here in Delhi and possibly other parts of India, parties are only held at "farmhouses" (and I put that in "" bcuz they aren't exactly farms. They are just large houses on the outskirts of the city that are built on agricultural land and are some of the most sought-after real estate in the city). Anyway so we were there, a pool was also there, lots of alcohol, good friends, in short all the requisite ingredients for a great party, but it was not to be. The pool was FILTHY. So naturally none of us wanted to go in. But as the evening progressed and people got drunker, people started getting shoved in the pool clothes and all. There were also photographers from the tabloids and a bunch of us spent the early morning stressing about whether or not we would make it (we did NOT want to). Anyway we didn't so that was good, and expected, of course, bcuz we are all nobodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a week left in India!!! Another friend is planning on having a party next weekend and I hope to god he doesn't, bcuz I want to go out!!!!!!! Not waste my last going out opportunity hanging out in some godforsaken place somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112287080685416879?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112287080685416879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112287080685416879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112287080685416879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112287080685416879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-other-news-my-ipod-is-being-biatch.html' title='In other news, my iPod is being a biatch'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112184858077488041</id><published>2005-07-20T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T01:36:20.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More amazing facts about me, bcuz I LOVE lists and also bcuz y'all REALLY wanted to know. Also this is totally unedited.</title><content type='html'>I have the tiniest bladder of anyone I know. This usually isn’t a huge problem on nights of drinking bcuz whatever I can just go to the bathroom and walk back to the table but on nights of clubbing, it’s a total bitch bcuz then ALL my girlfriends need to come with me bcuz I cant go on my own, bcuz if I do then I cant find anyone bcuz its impossible to find people in a club. And then everyone spends half the night looking for me in the club and noone has any fun. Boo small bladders! Plus these days all my going out consists of clubbing so it’s a huge problem. In fact my friends now forbid me from consuming coolers or beer and only let me have shots. But even that they are unhappy with bcuz shots make me loco, so basically I cant really drink when we go out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have amazing confidence these days. Im happy with how I look, with my hair, my clothes, everything. I am even happy with how tall I am. Rather, how short I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is my all time fav clolour for clothes. My real fav colour is pink but since black looks better on me I will usually wear black and accent my outfit with pink. For example my watch is pink, and so is my most worn winter coat. In the summer if Im doing the layering tanks thing then I’ll layer black and pink or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not at all worried about the future. I know I’m constantly telling people around me that Im stressed over stuff but that is just an expression. I am not really stressed about anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own two of the most comfortable heels ever made, I think. I can go out dancing in them and be standing for a good 8 hours and my feet are just fine. Its amazing. Its like they are actually sneakers disguised as heels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112184858077488041?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112184858077488041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112184858077488041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112184858077488041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112184858077488041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-amazing-facts-about-me-bcuz-i.html' title='More amazing facts about me, bcuz I LOVE lists and also bcuz y&apos;all REALLY wanted to know. Also this is totally unedited.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112170246887362813</id><published>2005-07-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:01:08.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one makes even less sense than the last, if that is even possible</title><content type='html'>First off I would like to say that I LOVE MY FAMILY! They are all the nicest, most loving and awesome people in the world. This is why I love coming to India. This and my girlfriends, particularly VN whom I cannot live without. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I am working (at a tsunami relief charity, bcuz I am just SUCH a good person. No really, I am!), and hanging out. I never want to get a job and get on with my life. Ever! Unless the job is exciting, but, even so, I'd really rather not. Life is all downhill after graduation, so enjoy things while y'all can. Its all fulltime jobs and paying for weddings and kids and mortgages on houses now. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post wasn't that great at all but I remember Jenn saying a couple summers ago that nobody blogs over the summer anyway, so its all good. I'll be back with a vengeance soon enough posting pictures and the like so hang in there! I have tons of pictures to post and I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112170246887362813?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112170246887362813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112170246887362813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112170246887362813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112170246887362813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-one-makes-even-less-sense-than.html' title='This one makes even less sense than the last, if that is even possible'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-112005523498077379</id><published>2005-06-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T07:27:14.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey now hey now...everybody put your hands up in the air now</title><content type='html'>Yeah, still crazy busy! Tomorrow I'm going to the south for about 25 days. The south of India that is. Have some potentially exciting stuff lined up but let me not say anything and jinx it.&lt;br /&gt;In other shitty news all the music frm my iPod is gone bcuz of some iTunes mishap. Motherf*cker. I don't care about losing it bcuz of course I have all that music back at home on our computer but I have no idea how I will spend the next 5 weeks without listening to The Mars Volta!!! This is bad. &lt;br /&gt;I also saw Bunty Aur Babli, aka WORST MOVIE EVER. The songs were good, and Aishwarya Rai has gotten fat. There is no way she will make it in Hollywood with that Michelin tire round her waist. &lt;br /&gt;I also have lots of pictures but looks like those will have to be posted when I am back so hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Also clubbing here is weird but that is a whole other post. &lt;br /&gt;k I am gone!!! Need to watch the Wimbledon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-112005523498077379?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/112005523498077379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=112005523498077379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112005523498077379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/112005523498077379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-now-hey-noweverybody-put-your.html' title='Hey now hey now...everybody put your hands up in the air now'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111885936125487634</id><published>2005-06-15T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:16:01.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have also been using the phrase "hot like fire" a LOT</title><content type='html'>India has been good thus far. I have only established contact with my girlfriends (hi ladies!) but not with boys, bcuz, as Samantha from Sex and the City put it best, women are for friendship and men are for f*cking. I mean I can be friends with guys as well but I feel that generally those things get complicated by feelings or a non-friendly nature, and I don't need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my eyebrows threaded, bcuz thats how they do it here. Google it bcuz its really weird. They shape your eyebrows amazingly WITH A THREAD. The girl told me mine were f*cked up but apparently she will fix them. Maybe I will post pictures and y'all can tell me whats wrong with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only eaten one mango thus far, and it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin has been good so far, but I probably jinxed myself by saying that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been amusing my friends with my Canadian accent. They find it really amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111885936125487634?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111885936125487634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111885936125487634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111885936125487634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111885936125487634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-also-been-using-phrase-hot-like.html' title='I have also been using the phrase &quot;hot like fire&quot; a LOT'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111853899738713465</id><published>2005-06-11T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:16:37.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I think to myself, what a wonderful world</title><content type='html'>Well so I am leaving tomorrow and I haven't packed or cleaned my room. Most people told me all the stuff that I was stressed over doing could be finished in a day. I said no. I guess we'll find out soon enough. It's down to the wire, y'all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last couple days have been fabulous! I can't stress this enough. Highlight of the month was definitely seeing &lt;a href="http://geonsoul.com/journal/"&gt; Kevan &lt;/a&gt; at his show Thursday night. I couldn't stay too long becouse of the whole problem of having to graduate the next day...haha. Graduation was a lot better than I expected. The ceremony itself was surprisingly moving, particularly WC's speech. I suppose it was very cheesy and whatnot but I really liked what she said. FI was fairly insipid for the most part, but I really liked the part at the end where he said that a guage of how good a university is its graduates contributions to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still really torn about the fact that I'm graduating etc. I look back on my university experience knowing full well that I did not give it my all. Or even close to my all. This upsets me a great deal but all I can do now is to do the best I can, and not dwell on the past (too much). Like Krishna says in The Gita, all we can control are our own actions, and I want to try and live the best way I can without worrying too much about how stuff turns out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really concerned about the fact that my dress was black but lots of other girls were in black so it was all good. I really really like my dress and want to wear it out again as soon as possible. I told my grandma on the phone that my dress was strapless and she was sufficiently scandalized, because I put straps on it after our conversation. It came with these straps that you could put on it, I didn't make them or anything. It was a great day, maybe a touch too hot if anything. I think its so fitting that my stint at university ended with a Burwash quad lunch, the site of my first brush with Uof?? 4 years ago. I remember eating those same sandwitches with my parents while the good people at Victoria were giving us the hard-sell to give them our money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that its all over, so soon. I am grateful for everything, particularly for meeting UH. He has been so awesome from the very begininng and even though I have no idea how things are going to pan out, I want to say that I will always want him to be around to give me advice, be a good friend, and make sure everything stays kosher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of the melancholy stuff. I am leaving too soon and really there is no time for this sort of talk. I will do my best to blog from India, and I'm pretty sure I'll blog just about as often as I do now. Have a great summer, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111853899738713465?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111853899738713465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111853899738713465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111853899738713465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111853899738713465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-i-think-to-myself-what-wonderful.html' title='And I think to myself, what a wonderful world'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111819921437404151</id><published>2005-06-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:53:34.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I need to do before I leave</title><content type='html'>CLEAN MY ROOM. My mom has said she won't let me go unless my room (aka the hellhole) in clean. And she means really clean, not when I shove everything in the closet and in my dresser and under the bed. Of course this threat is not credible bcuz she paid for the ticket and there is no way in hell she is letting it go to waste, but I am sure bad things will happen if the room is not clean. I'm sure a lot of you are thinking "wow, you're so old and yet you have parents who boss you around and make you clean your room". To that I say, y'all have NO idea how dirty it is. I can't even describe it, but since I was once a student of literature I will try. It's like the dirtiest room in the sketchiest frat house on campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Wal-Mart and buy some wifebeaters. I buy men's undershirts and wear them as tank-tops over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do about 6 loads of laundry. Seriously. This kind of ties in with cleaning the hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy an outfit for graduation. Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put good music on my iPod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn all my stuff on the hard drive onto a CD or DVD or something. Our home computer is on its last legs and I really don't want to lose 3 years worth of pictures and files and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a new suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy some reading for the VERY LONG planeride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so on. I am stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111819921437404151?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111819921437404151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111819921437404151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111819921437404151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111819921437404151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/06/stuff-i-need-to-do-before-i-leave.html' title='Stuff I need to do before I leave'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111810327331096428</id><published>2005-06-06T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:14:33.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Quick Question</title><content type='html'>I need to know what digital camera y'all have and the pros and cons of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My digital camera is 4 years old, and I really need a new one. I am leaving on Sunday and so I need to buy this at least on Friday so I can test it out a little etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me ASAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news the lyrics of Cater to You by Destiny's Child are shockingly subservient, but that is a post for another time, or perhaps never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111810327331096428?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111810327331096428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111810327331096428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111810327331096428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111810327331096428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-quick-question.html' title='One Quick Question'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111768791219930192</id><published>2005-06-01T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:51:52.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling in love with you, You make all my dreams come true</title><content type='html'>When I get married the song I will use for my first dance will be Is This Love by Bob Marley. I will most likely have an Indian wedding so this is probably a moot point anyway, but so fun to think about! Me and IU were talking about this and her song was Bonnie and Clyde by Jay-Z and Beyonce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other ones I think would be fabulous. Very cheesy, but who the hell cares:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Love by The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Blue Sky by The Allman Brothers Band&lt;br /&gt;Thank You by Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;Marry You by Eric Clapton and BB King&lt;br /&gt;Happy Together by The Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Little Wing by Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine of You Love by Cream&lt;br /&gt;Get Your Hands Off Of My Woman, Motherf*cker by The Darkness (this was UH's idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Marry You is more a proposing song more than anything else...I probably wouldn't say no to Clapton if he put the question to me in the form of that song...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on the subject of appropriate songs, here is a list of good breakup songs as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipping Post by The Allman Brothers Band&lt;br /&gt;I Will Survive by Cake&lt;br /&gt;Since I Been Lovin You by Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;November Rain by Guns'N'Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a whole bunch of other songs I thought would be good but they were slightly obscure and I didn't think there would be any point in putting up songs people don't really know about. Anyway I'd love to hear some of your songs are as well, so comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111768791219930192?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111768791219930192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111768791219930192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111768791219930192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111768791219930192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-falling-in-love-with-you-you-make.html' title='I&apos;m falling in love with you, You make all my dreams come true'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111698967755666993</id><published>2005-05-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:57:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well</title><content type='html'>From this moment on, I will NOT do the following things AT LEAST till June 12, '05:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bite my nails when nervous. Seriously. I will take up smoking instead if thats whats needed to combat nervousness, but I will not, as god is my witness, bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Flat iron my hair. So, by extension, I cannot go anywhere nice, bcuz my hair looks chewed up unless I flat iron it in this haircut. Stupid Tony&amp;Guy. Before this haircut came along my hair always looked fabulous. Not only did I never have bad hair days, I didn't even know what they meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wear my blue t-shirt that I have had since I was 8. I don't know if I will be able to bring myself to throw it out, so as a compromise I pledge to take a 2 week hiatus from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Be messy. I will, instead, be super clean. I propose to initiate the great life purge of '05. I want to rid myself of un-needed clothes, books, crap, toxic friends, and extra body fat, among other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Waste any more of my precious time trying to bring the great denim hunt of '04-'05 to a logical conclusion. I was going to turn that into another blog but since I've brought it up might as well talk about it now. So I got these jeans from this crappy skank store (I am telling you, I have run out of places to buy jeans so now I am hitting like the 10th string stores) and turns out I can't return them. They give like a gift card instead. So looks like I will soon be the proud ownder of t-shirts that say things like "Your boyfriend is hot", and "That's hot".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111698967755666993?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111698967755666993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111698967755666993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111698967755666993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111698967755666993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-hustler-baby-ill-sell-water-to-well.html' title='I&apos;m a hustler baby, I&apos;ll sell water to a well'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111679562647841130</id><published>2005-05-22T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T14:08:44.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I count the days to find, What was left behind...Only these names I clutch, Will lead me to my home...</title><content type='html'>I am one of those people who wants everything. At least when it comes to the big things in life. I suppose also when it comes to the little things in life, but having both the Kit Kat bar and the Twix bar really doesn't have dramatic consequences. Maybe on my weight and health in general, but I'm not worried about such things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...wanting everything. In fact it is on this very idea that all of economics is predicated, but I digress. Now of course everybody wants everything, or at least as much as possible, but I think most people understand that this isn't realistic. I am not willing to let go of any option, ever. So maybe thats why I never turn anything down. Or maybe it isn't that I want everything...maybe I just can't decide. So indecision/wanting everything...the bottomline is that I have too much going on in my life right now. I can't come right out and tell some people/things/places in my life that I no longer need them around. Bcuz what if I tell them that and later discover that they were the secret to my happiness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would be so much happier if life could just go on like this forever and ever, bcuz I really don't feel like I'm ready to decide. About anything. The very idea of having a full time job fills me with dread. Especially the kind of jobs I am likely to get given my education. The idea of not doing anything is also bad. My parents would never let me do that bcuz they are two super overachivers who are doing so well and just can't understand that there can be people like me with so little direction. So my way of avoiding this impasse is to not even think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course life is not that bad (or bad at all), bcuz I am so happy. I think the point here is that I'm still a child and cannot make adult decisions. What I need is like a personal trainer for my life. This trainer can make sure I go to the gym, eat right, make sure I apply for jobs, make sure I get enough sleep, and be my best friend. That would be awesome. Or I need to go to sleep now and wake up 10 years down the line when all these hard decisions will already have been made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111679562647841130?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111679562647841130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111679562647841130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111679562647841130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111679562647841130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-count-days-to-find-what-was-left.html' title='I count the days to find, What was left behind...Only these names I clutch, Will lead me to my home...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111659825401951242</id><published>2005-05-20T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T07:12:01.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday/Today...AKA These Days</title><content type='html'>Pretty uneventful as usual. Went to the gym and saw evil psycho-bitch from hell OA. She was knocking herself out on the rowing machines and talking to this girl (presumably some shit about me) who was in urgent need of a nose job. Anyway, whatever. Its all in the past. The thing that got to me most was that I couldn't really understand why she started hating me so much all of a sudden. Well of course I have some idea, but me and IU and BI tried for a long time to figure stuff out, but couldn't. Anyway long story short, I know it can be incredibly frustrating to not know why someone starts hating you/giving you the cold shoulder etc, so I intend to rectify the situation within the next day or two. I can't do it today is bcuz I am really busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great denim hunt of '04-'05 continues today and so I expect to spend some fruitless hours at the mall trying on pairs of jeans. I am about this close to giving up and becoming resigned to the fact that I will never find jeans that look good on me. Perhaps I can wear skirts and/or pajamas everyday from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm going out tonight with my girl EA who is starting work starting next Wednesday and I know I won't see her for the rest of the summer bcuz her work is so busy. So her and I and CL are going out tonight for one last hurrah. Should be good. Between the great denim hunt and going out I also need to work out and meet UH, bcuz I said I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward and upward!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111659825401951242?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111659825401951242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111659825401951242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111659825401951242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111659825401951242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterdaytodayaka-these-days.html' title='Yesterday/Today...AKA These Days'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111638588018373132</id><published>2005-05-17T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:12:42.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All night I'll hunt for you...Let me show you what I mean</title><content type='html'>So the highlight of my summer so far (BY FAR) has been seeing The Mars Volta perform live. UH and I went down without tickets, and so we got them from a scalper and totally got ripped off. I really don't even want to think about how much we paid, but in the end it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think TMV is being misinterepreted as a punk band, bcuz literally everyone at the show was dressed all punk. I mean weird black clothes, lots of piercings and black eyeliner. And weird hair. I was the only person there dressed in pink...haha. I'm having a lot of difficulty explaining to people what sort of music The Mars Volta play. I went on allmusic.com and they have this "you may also like" section, where on the TMV page they have a bunch of obscure crappy bands, and System of a Down. System of a Down is really really bad, and the rest sucked too. So basically what I want to say is that TMV has a really unique sound, but is certainly not punk or metal. UH and I were talking over lunch this afternoon and we agreed that if ever we met the band one of the things we will ask them is what sort of music they listen to. Anyway I think one of the reasons UH and I have such a strong bond is bcuz we both love the band, which is something that has only intersified since seeing them live. The next morning all I wanted to do was throw some things in my car and head off and follow them on their tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey have apparently broken up for good. Preditably they are still vehemently denying the split, but whatever. Her date for some do at the Met was Michael Kors, and she was wearing Kors and looked better than ever. Nick is in Sweden recording his album. Like anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In still other news I have this fabulous pair of sunglasses from Chinatown. They are Prada knockoffs and I love them. I think even if I was really rich I'd buy knockoff sunglasses and not the real things. Mainly bcuz they are identical except for the logo, and if youre the sort of person who cares about that, then you should probably not buy the knockoffs. Haha. And seriously, the Chinatown guy probably needs my money a lot more than Miuccia Prada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111638588018373132?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111638588018373132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111638588018373132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111638588018373132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111638588018373132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-night-ill-hunt-for-youlet-me-show.html' title='All night I&apos;ll hunt for you...Let me show you what I mean'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111550229792553013</id><published>2005-05-07T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T14:44:57.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been...</title><content type='html'>This is it, y'all. University is over. Now on to bigger and better things, such as becoming a productive member of society. I am simultaneously insanely excited and horribly terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111550229792553013?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111550229792553013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111550229792553013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111550229792553013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111550229792553013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-packing-suitcase-for-place-none-of.html' title='I&apos;m packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111513630775595493</id><published>2005-05-03T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:03:14.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just hope I don't get the 5am shift the day of</title><content type='html'>So guess what, people? I have been selected as a volunteer for the 10 KM Run!!! I had totally forgot I signed up to be one (apparently not everyone makes it), but just this morning I got an email saying I was in. The main reason I wanted to be a volunteer was for the free stuff...as volunteers we get a shirt, a pair of shorts, and most importantly a pair of fancy sneakers FOR FREE! Awesome. I really need new sneakers. My guess is they picked me bcuz I wear size 5 shoes, and I'm sure they were inundated with requests from normal foot sized people, so it was easier for me to make it. Who knows. The sad part is even though these sneakers retail for a lot, they cost almost nothing to make. A friend of mine from high school was from Vietnam, and when he came back he bought like 6 pairs of the latest sneakers and he had bought each pair for like 5 Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to work out like crazy so my legs are in good shape for shorts! The stakes are particularly high bcuz all of Toronto will be there to see...haha. So weird, when I was in high school I wore a short skirt everyday and thought nothing of it, and now I'm getting all panicky over this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111513630775595493?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111513630775595493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111513630775595493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111513630775595493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111513630775595493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-just-hope-i-dont-get-5am-shift-day.html' title='I just hope I don&apos;t get the 5am shift the day of'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111500388481335729</id><published>2005-05-01T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:18:04.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No there's no light...in the darkest of your furthest reaches</title><content type='html'>Oh my god! So Desperate Housewives tonight = sooooooooooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;It is clearly the best show on TV. I didn't want to say this, but it is better than Sex and the City. Deal with it, y'all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I really hope I find a wallet with approximately 200 dollars in it tomorrow, because I need the money to buy an ionic hair straightner from Sephora. Ever since I got this fancy ass haircut my hair never looks good unless its flat ironed, which I hate. And this 30 dollar Walmart flat iron isn't cutting it anymore. I'm definitely getting my hair cut as soon as my exams are over. I think I might even skip going drinking and get my hair cut instead bcuz I am really hating how it looks right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of things to do after exams are done, I am so excited for this year to finally be over!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have a whole bunch of things planned to do after. First off haircut/drinking/whatever Thursday pm. And then clubbing Friday! Ahhhh so excited! I have the hottest pair of shoes ever and I am dying to wear them out. They are very fierce, as Tyra Banks would put it. At least I feel fierce in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I am going to India again this summer! So good. I can't wait. Lots of mangoes, get to see my family, and eat lots of kababs! Haha...I like how my family gets a passing mention when the real reason for my trips appears to be to eat. Although it just won't be the same without BT but I guess I'll just have to deal. But then again VN is going to be there so that will make it all worthwhile. I just remembered a funny India story which I should have blogged about last summer but oh well. So yeah we're in this club (they call them discos there) and a good time was being had by all dancing and drinking and so on. And then this weird girl taps me on the shoulder and says "Indian girls don't dance like that!"...haha! What a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. I really need to go get some work done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111500388481335729?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111500388481335729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111500388481335729' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111500388481335729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111500388481335729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-theres-no-lightin-darkest-of-your.html' title='No there&apos;s no light...in the darkest of your furthest reaches'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111491327966605519</id><published>2005-04-30T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:07:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing fact about me that I think a lot of people know</title><content type='html'>I am insanely attracted to left-handed men. I really am. And I have no idea why. Just something about a them is so appealing to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111491327966605519?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111491327966605519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111491327966605519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111491327966605519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111491327966605519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/amazing-fact-about-me-that-i-think-lot.html' title='An amazing fact about me that I think a lot of people know'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111466285008938683</id><published>2005-04-27T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:34:10.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my money back!</title><content type='html'>So I have this very important question about Survivor. Not so much a question but proof that the whole show is a sham. My proof being that none of those people have  body hair! I mean all the girls' legs are obviously hairless at all times, and also various other parts of their bodies that would totally need some hair related maintanence. So unless one of the prerequisites for being on Survivor is that you have to be naturally hairless, there is no way that show is for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111466285008938683?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111466285008938683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111466285008938683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111466285008938683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111466285008938683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-want-my-money-back.html' title='I want my money back!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111463909064484173</id><published>2005-04-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:58:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words/expressions I like</title><content type='html'>till the cows come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there with bells on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between a rock and a hard place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop raining on my parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iterate - and its iterate, not EYE-terate. Ughhh. I hate people who say it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;axe to grind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut to the chase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111463909064484173?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111463909064484173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111463909064484173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111463909064484173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111463909064484173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/wordsexpressions-i-like.html' title='Words/expressions I like'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111463837598756395</id><published>2005-04-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:46:15.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I hate buying jeans. Actually make that I hate TRYING to buy jeans, bcuz I can never find jeans that actually fit. It seems to me that the jeans manufacturing people don't understand that there exist some people who actually have hips and wear size 2 jeans. They seem to think that if you have hips you must automatically be a size 10 or something. Not good. This is why we need Aeropostale up in Canada, bcuz I can wear their jeans no problem. It would be great if we also had Bath and Body Works up here. And Victoria's Secret. That would be awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111463837598756395?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111463837598756395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111463837598756395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111463837598756395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111463837598756395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111457570351608320</id><published>2005-04-26T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:21:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does this have to do with my future? Nothing.</title><content type='html'>I was going to have a really thinky post about the future, but decided not to, because I am so absolutely sick of thinking about the future, getting asked about what I am going to do, who I am going to marry and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead I am going to write about some funny things that happened to me when I worked at this day camp a couple summers ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This five year old girl telling me "I don't have to listen to you, my mother pays your salary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The little boys all pointing to my boobs and asking me "what they were" in full view of my annoying co-counsellor who then proceeded to call the main asker of that question my boyfriend for the rest of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to apply sunscreen to little boys who would ummm, rather just play with themselves. Ewwww. This is why I had wanted to be in charge of a girl group instead, bcuz girls I can deal with it. I was prepared for a bunch of prissy and cuddly girls, not what I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This kid in my group who ran into a wall with his hand stretched out as far as possible. He was running really fast as well, and ended up breaking his arm really badly. Sometimes kids do really stupid things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...oh god it goes on and on. It was a good experience and I enjoyed myself but it really isn't something I could do ever again. I love kids, just not 10 of them together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111457570351608320?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111457570351608320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111457570351608320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111457570351608320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111457570351608320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-does-this-have-to-do-with-my.html' title='What does this have to do with my future? Nothing.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111439740754728922</id><published>2005-04-24T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T19:50:07.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ABCs...idea taken from another blog, but not the answers...haha</title><content type='html'>Accent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian. When I went to visit my best friend over Christmas she commented on my "ridiculous Canadian accent" everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a C cup in a C cup world. Sometimes even a D, depending on where the bra is from. Definitely 34D or 36C if its a LaSenza bra, but I suspect their sizing is totally whack. The short answer is that I am between a 34C and 34D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chore I hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning my room, cleaning up after myself. Cleaning generally. I don't mind doing dishes, but maybe thats because I never have to do dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say for annonymity reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential make-up products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip gloss and black eyeliner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite perfume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Heart by Clinique&lt;br /&gt;So Pink by Gap&lt;br /&gt;Some Aloe Vera thing by Bath and Body Works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold or silver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually only wear silver and lots of it. However being Indian I should state here that Indians are obsessed with Gold and most of us will claim to be "allergic" to any metal that is not 24K Gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annonymity stuff again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have the window open (even if its half an inch) when I sleep, through the year. Rain or shine or snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job title:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None right now. I love kids but only in small numbers. I worked at a day camp when I was younger so I speak from experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living arrangements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with the folks Indian style and LOVE IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's Birthplace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annonymity stuff AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of apples eaten in the last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero. Number of apples eaten in past 6 months, also zero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight hospital stays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crippling claustrophobia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question I ask myself a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do with my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious affiliation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I wake up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am. If its a weekend 11am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnatural hair color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is its natural colour, which is black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable I Refuse to Eat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussel srouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst habit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat a chocolate bar EVERY SINGLE DAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-rays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy food I make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to cook. I want to go to chef shcool even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Western Zodiac, Cancer. But according to the Indian system it is Scorpio and my dad (who is an expert) says I am most Scorpio like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111439740754728922?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111439740754728922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111439740754728922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111439740754728922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111439740754728922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-abcsidea-taken-from-another-blog.html' title='My ABCs...idea taken from another blog, but not the answers...haha'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111437997686134109</id><published>2005-04-24T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T14:59:36.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's moments like this that really make me hate men</title><content type='html'>Ummm recently I was just generally browsing and came across this one blog where this guys tagline was something really lame like "if rape is inevitable then might as well enjoy it". I was simultaneously horrified, disgusted, offended, and filled with a murderous rage. How can anyone possibly think this? And I know he meant it bcuz the rest of his blog was equally offensive. But going back to the tagline, that is soooooo ridiculous! Thats like saying if its inevitable you're going to get killed, might as well get into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111437997686134109?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111437997686134109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111437997686134109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111437997686134109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111437997686134109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-moments-like-this-that-really-make.html' title='It&apos;s moments like this that really make me hate men'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111394752675960723</id><published>2005-04-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:52:06.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and...</title><content type='html'>I just noticed recently that southern people say becOz and not bcuz. lol...I love the southern accent...so charming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111394752675960723?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111394752675960723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111394752675960723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111394752675960723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111394752675960723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-and.html' title='Oh, and...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111352110633615871</id><published>2005-04-14T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:25:06.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you think if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?</title><content type='html'>One of my absolute favorite TV shows of all time would have to be The Wonder Years starring Fred Savage. Pretty much every episode made me want to cry (I'm serious) and I would, too. Maybe not full out bawling my eyes out but I would always get this lump in my throat and then spend the next hour contemplating the frailties of humans and their relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was so poignant and sad. The early episodes did not take a huge emotion toll on me the way the later ones did. They later episodes were sad because they were too much like real life. Kevin and Winnie, once inseparable, were no more. Kevin wasn't popular anymore, he wasn't even cute anymore. Winnie was still hot and her parents got rich and moved away and went to a private school. Nerdy Paul suddenly became hot and even lost his virginity before Kevin. The couple episodes that really got to me were the ones where Kevin tries to get back with Winnie, and she totally shuts him out. Thats the thing about growing up...nothing or noone is ever the same again. Those idyllic childhood memories just turn into things of the past that can never be brought back. I sometimes feel really sad when I look back at all the people that I've lost touch with over the years. Its not anyones fault, but its still depressing. I mean if 8 years ago someone had told me that there would ever come a time when AH and I wouldn't even talk, I would have said they were crazy. But here we are, 8 years hence, and we don't talk. I mean I suppose I know vague details of where he is and what he's doing, but thats just what they are - vague. And its really my fault when I think about it. He used to write me and call me all the time, and he even came to visit me, but really did not care at the time. Maybe because I thought we would always be best friends and be as close as we were. Well I was way off. Apparently he was in love with me (as close to love as one can be at that age) but I was so totally oblivious. And then whenever we've met each other since the conversation has been so rubbish and stilted maybe because we were both seeing other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay its probably best to stop now. I was going to delete this whole AH part, but decided to leave it in to prove that The Wonder Years does things me. Just thinking about that show has made me think about all these things in my own life. But in conclusion I would like to say that I am overdramatizing a little. We hung out last year and it was really fun. Of course we hardly get to see each other anymore so thats why we're not that close, but I'm confident that if we ever lived in the same place again we would go back to being like two peas in a pod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111352110633615871?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111352110633615871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111352110633615871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111352110633615871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111352110633615871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-would-you-think-if-i-sang-out-of.html' title='What would you think if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111332795175186889</id><published>2005-04-12T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T10:45:51.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Enrique IgIesias on speed</title><content type='html'>I love love LOVE The Mars Volta. I think they are, by far, the best music to come out in my lifetime. De-Loused in Comatorium, their fairst album, is a modern classic and something that I have listened to on a daily basis for almost an entire year now. Flawlessly put together (almost too flawlessly, sometimes), it just has this way of transporting me to another plane of existence. Just genius. I urge everyone to go out and buy it right now. It takes some getting used to, thats about the only thing. SO if you don't love it the very first time you listen to it, hang in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for their second album, Francis the Mute. Its a lot darker than the first one, but just as good. Well, almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post sucks but Im not deleting it bcuz I want the world to know of my utter devotion to TMV. Back to studying International finance. Blughhh. I seriously cannot imagine anyone doing this for a living, and I know a lot of people do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111332795175186889?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111332795175186889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111332795175186889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111332795175186889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111332795175186889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/like-enrique-igiesias-on-speed.html' title='Like Enrique IgIesias on speed'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111307776344509337</id><published>2005-04-09T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:16:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its go time</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I have to buckle down NOW and really start busting my hump studying. The other day I was rushing down the stairs and had my iPod trendily attached to my person when it fell and came apart. The casing came apart in two distinct pieces and I totally flipped out. Now I'm in an added state of panic over my battered and bruised beauty. I never knew a piece of machinary could give rise to such a range of emotions...euphoria when it first arrives, rapture when listening to it all the time, comfort when its the only friend you have in this desolate world, usefulness when using its alarm or many gizmo functions, and now tension and worry when it looks to be on its last legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough. I now have to go and attend to my education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111307776344509337?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111307776344509337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111307776344509337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111307776344509337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111307776344509337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-go-time.html' title='Its go time'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111284411189226651</id><published>2005-04-06T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:21:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5017/320/PC240001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5017/400/PC240001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about my only good NY picture. My digital camera, as usual, was guzzling batteries like a mofo so I didn't use it all that much. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111284411189226651?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111284411189226651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111284411189226651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111284411189226651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111284411189226651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-about-my-only-good-ny-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995396.post-111265191447477950</id><published>2005-04-04T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T14:58:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw this on a blog that Brenda links to on her blog, liked it and so here it is. I have deleted a couple questions and added a couple too.</title><content type='html'>Before I begin I would like to say that I love to read. I limited myself to 5 answers for each question. It just makes more sense to stop at 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which five fictional literary characters who would best embody you (in some aspect, either now or in the past), who would you choose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Mole: In his words, an intellectual. In his mothers words, anal-retentive, tightfisted sod, so on and so on. I mean I think he is the perfect example of the wide chasm between what you think of yourself and what the world thinks of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mersault: I often feel like him, but, unlike him, have learnt how to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/product-description/0060925000/002-3993803-9376860?_encoding=UTF8&amp;n=283155&amp;s=books"&gt;Lata Mehra: &lt;/a&gt;Torn between what she thinks is best for her and what her mother thinks is best for her. Her overbearing mother wins out in her case; I am hoping my ending will be different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holden Caulfield: Angsty sensitive super priviledged young adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones: Permanently 10lbs overweight. Or as she would say, 10 stone overweight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which five books (any genre) have had the greatest influence on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stranger - Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bhagavad-gita.org/"&gt;The Bhagavad Gita:&lt;/a&gt; Transcendental knowledge of the most profound spiritual nature as revealed in the Bhagavad- Gita. It is the divine discourse spoken by the Supreme Lord Krishna Himself and is the most popular and well known of all the sacred scriptures from ancient India. Always being revered as a true source of spiritual knowledge it reveals the purpose and goal of human existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chrysalids - John Wyndham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite authors. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Townsend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you would ever burn a book (God forbid), which book would it be? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri. I think its a sad day when something so pedestrian can win The Booker Prize. Lahiri manages to redeem herself just a little with her sophmore attempt, The Namesake. But yeah, Interpreter of Maladies is a total abomination.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a monogamous reader, or do you like to read around?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually try and read things with literary merit. I will, however prostitute my literacy and read pulp on occasion, but my condition is that it has to be absolutely riveting. Case in point, anything written by Dan Brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last one, and be honest: Do you skip ahead to the ending?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't, but if someone were to tell me the ending I wouldn't care. I'm that way about movies too, knowing the ending does not diminish my enjoyment of a book in any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995396-111265191447477950?l=wheatandfur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/feeds/111265191447477950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6995396&amp;postID=111265191447477950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111265191447477950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995396/posts/default/111265191447477950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheatandfur.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-saw-this-on-blog-that-brenda-links.html' title='I saw this on a blog that Brenda links to on her blog, liked it and so here it is. I have deleted a couple questions and added a couple too.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
