<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563</id><updated>2009-10-13T20:01:59.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissolving Rose</title><subtitle type='html'>It's like the twilight zone.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-5513538970616106538</id><published>2008-07-04T00:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:45:21.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Little Apple'/><title type='text'>Remember Mario Bros?</title><content type='html'>and how they used to go up into the clouds and you'd get a million coins up there?  Well right now I feel like i'm living in a dream world.  I literally want someone to pinch me and wake me up because right now my head is sleeping.  This is a world where the doorman knows my name and opens the door to the taxi for me.  Housekeepers give me weird looks when I tell them thank you. (guess I'm one of the only people who actually appreciates it...never had a maid before)  Blue skies behind one of the best views in the world: the reservoir, central park, and central park west.  There are no other words to describe how I feel these days. I'm just lost in a daze trying to wake up.  Only problem is if people poke me, i feel it. [; )] My world is changing.  Making a complete 180 in fact.  What am I to do? What's gonna happen next?  Life is a mystery.  I guess I'll just have to live out this amazing ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-5513538970616106538?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5513538970616106538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=5513538970616106538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5513538970616106538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5513538970616106538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/remember-mario-bros.html' title='Remember Mario Bros?'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-4244763923325617895</id><published>2008-06-30T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:29:44.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Little Apple'/><title type='text'>Polar Bears Are My Lovers</title><content type='html'>Im truely sorry I haven't posted here in forever. It's been almost 2 weeks! There's been a ton going on in my life: finals, graduation, painting, packing, moving. So I don't know where to start with this post. I think I'll skip high school and go directly to moving. This blog is now my chronical of life in the east village as I see it. Start the time warp......now &lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and dreary night a long long time ago. Actually it was bright and sunny on Friday. My mom came with me to see my apartment and help me drop off all my crap here. It was nice since she bought me nice gelatos and sandwichs. : ) yay mommies with nice bank accounts! Thankfully though, she left quickly. I had plans. So up up up I went to the met where I found out no one is allowed to sit on the steps anymore. What kind of bullshit is that!! I've wasted so many hours of my life on those steps and now I cant spend one minute. Bastards. After the met we decided to go out to eat. To about 6 different places. ; ) man we were so stuffed after that. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was great. I learned I can not fake an orgasm for my life. Yes we went to Rocky Horror. In Chelsea, it was a special gay pride night. Fun fun. Our whole group of friends dressed in drag and watched people in extreme flamboyant colors dance. It was great. Actually let's rewind to the afternoon. Saturday afternoon I had made plans with some friends to go to Virage. Its a restataunt down the street which has these amazing Belgian waffles. Or at least the used to when we saw how much their brunch was and that they had no waffles we immediatly left. This was after drinking a lot of water and eating many muffins. Youre thinking " bad karma" right? Exactly! Two hours later I realized I didnt have my cellphone anywhere. After frantically searching every other place we went I knew it had to be at Virage. Thankfully when I went back they didnt remember us at all.  It was behind the counter safe and sound. Thank god. &lt;br /&gt;I got a 2 week membership to nysc. I doubt I'll actually use it ever again. I went on a few machine for 20 minutes. I'm sooo out of shape. The main problem is that I live six flights of steps up. That means my legs ache and I still have to do more exercising. Yesterday was purely painful trying to walk up them with a ton of groceries. &lt;br /&gt;Those groceries were purchased at whole foods. I'm kind of regretting that fact because I bought all my food for the next few days before I have to go back to my parents house. That means a lot of money. But now I'm sick and I don't want to eat a thing. I blame my being sick on the burger place. Yesterday I went around to a few job interviews I saw on craigslist. One of the places looked perfect. So cute, except they only sell burgers. Even the salads have beef on them. Here's the problem: I'm vegan. I think the place just made me sick in general. Or maybe I'm just using it as an excuse. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;I got caught in the rain twice yesterday. The first time I said screw it and needed a towel the second I got back to my place. The second time i decided to just wait it out. I found a little deli to stand under. This lady and I were talking for a while. She had three really cute dogs with her in a stroller. They couldn't get wet. Poor puppies. One other guy asked her where she was from. Apparently she was born in jersey and got outta there as fast as possible. Sound like anyone? I just laughed. Then I got to reading the Post which was just sitting there. At least i think it was the post; the cover was torn off. Normally I wouldnt touch such a newspaper but there was no Times and this article looked interesting. It was about how now that bloomberg is in his last days the city is starting to go downhill again. Crime rates are dramaticaly rising, the police force has weakend in many neighborhoods, and grafitti is back on the subways. It makes sense to me. I see it everyday. Things are getting a bit worse again. The only thing I can say is yay cheaper rent! Hopefully at least. You know when stuytown first opened in 1946 the smallest apartment cost $51 (+- a few)  now its at $3000. The most expensive five bedroom was $95. Currently its over $7500, I pay more than the original rent just for my cellphone. Times really have changed. Maybe not even for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-4244763923325617895?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4244763923325617895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=4244763923325617895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/4244763923325617895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/4244763923325617895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/polar-bears-are-my-lovers.html' title='Polar Bears Are My Lovers'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-7632300980468226753</id><published>2008-06-13T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:39:32.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stores'/><title type='text'>Diversity My Ass</title><content type='html'>I decided not to go to school today since I had an interview at Ruehl.  It's this really high end version of Abercrombie.  Pretty nice clothes and a friend of mine works there so I thought it would be cool to work alongside him.  Of course you pretty much have to wear their clothes in the store, i own nothing from them, there really isn't much of an employee discount, and the pay is minimum so all the money you make goes back to the store just so you can follow the dress code.  But we shall forget that fact.  &lt;br /&gt;There are two things that disturbed me about this interview.  One was how generic it was.  Everyone who applies has to attend one.  Once there the manager or whoever else is interviewing you just reads from an interview "packet" already handed to them by corporate.  Literally word for word it's read out to the interviewee.  Great huh?  The person giving the interview didn't even seem to care much.  It was just as if they felt it was a waste of time too.  Wouldn't the company work much better if they had some personality when it comes to hiring?  Maybe then they wouldn't be in such a bind for finding help.  The second thing was their question about diversity.  I guess they must ask this and make themselves seem like an all around better company ever since the huge legal scandal they found themselves in.  I'll give them some credit; they really have made up for it.  I only saw one blond chick working there, no one else was even white.  (saturday nights, however, it's the complete opposite) My friend employee is brown too, so it does mean something about the diversity.  But still, they seem to maybe be trying to hard now.  The question still bugs me since they try to shun everyone, who's somewhat older or not dressed in the right style, who walks in the doors.  &lt;br /&gt;Either way I still love the store.  Free People and Lucky Brand Jeans are more my style for casual dress but for a formal casual affair i'm all pro Ruehl.  Now if they could only get that whole "suburban wannabe" thing down.  I would say that i'm part of that except for the fact that my social life tends to revolve around ny.  And I don't find the west village to be the shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-7632300980468226753?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7632300980468226753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=7632300980468226753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/7632300980468226753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/7632300980468226753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/diversity-my-ass.html' title='Diversity My Ass'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-7132905785632058043</id><published>2008-06-08T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:18:10.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><title type='text'>Born To Run</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't made a post in the longest time.  I've been extremely busy and now finals are coming up.  I may not post for a while again.  But I have made some time in my frustration to post these (semi) time-lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Jersey Driving Rules&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years of age- Permit&lt;br /&gt;17 years of age- Restricted Driver's License (only one non-family member in car at a time, no driving past midnight, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;18 years of age- Full Driver's License&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends received cars when they turned 17. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Dad's Driving Rules Place Upon Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years of age- Pass The Written Exam&lt;br /&gt;17 years of age- Permit&lt;br /&gt;17.5 years of age- Restricted Driver's License (a form of ID that can not be used for it's actual purpose due to me not being on insurance)&lt;br /&gt;A Few Months Later- Placed On Insurance (after insurance company starts saying that it's illegal for me to have a license but not be on insurance)&lt;br /&gt;18 years of age- Allowed To Drive On Special Occasions About Once A Month With A Parent In The Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom's friends from work have called my dad and complained to him about these rules.  Yes, I'm a legal adult in 11 days and I still can't drive by myself.  Not even down the street or to work.  I once asked if I could and he screamed at me.  Then he wonders why i spend over $100 a month going to Manhattan.  Seriously when I need a loaf of bread I can't exactly drive to the store. So I take the bus, then the subway to get to Whole Foods to buy what winds up being a $35 piece of bread.  Right now I need a $10 container of makeup but will have to get my ass to the Duane Reede in Port Authority because I can't drive anywhere.  Please tell me the logic in all of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-7132905785632058043?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7132905785632058043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=7132905785632058043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/7132905785632058043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/7132905785632058043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/born-to-run.html' title='Born To Run'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-3268678158119826123</id><published>2008-05-24T17:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:15:29.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>I Have Layers Too You Know</title><content type='html'>They never told me the library was gonna be closed tomorrow and monday.  I have free time now since I don't have to work.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I got out an atlas written by none other than The Onion.  That great comedic paper we all know and love.  &lt;a href="http://www.robertpreed.com/images/onion_logo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.robertpreed.com/images/onion_logo.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will now share four countries' and two states' intros with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=Green&gt;&lt;u&gt;Iraq&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;i&gt;They Had It Coming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, the United States invaded Iraq in retaliation for countless atrocities committed by the nation, including the gassing of Kurdish villages, the 1990 invasion of Kuwait, the events of 9/11, the sinking of the Titanic, the Hindenburg explosion, and the Holocaust.  &lt;br /&gt;Although Iraq-U.S. relations became strained in 1963 when Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein assassinated John F. Kennedy, tensions reached a head on Sept. 11, 2001.  On this day, the nation of Iraq flew two commercial airliners into the World Trade Center, killing thousands of innocent Americans in the worst attack on U.S. soil since Iraqi fighter pilots bombed Pearl Harbor. &lt;br /&gt;Despite criticism for its ensuing invasion, the U.S. claimed that stabilizing Iraq was the only way to prevent another nuclear attack like the one carried out on Hiroshima and Nagasaki by Iraq. &lt;br /&gt;The U.S. plans to continue occupying the nation until Iraq either returns the kidnapped Lindbergh baby, or admits to all the acts of unjust violence for which it is responsible, including the Boston Massacre, a series of shark attacks in the summer of 1998, and the U.S. invasion of Iraq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=Green&gt;&lt;u&gt;Belgium&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Proud Tradition of Chocolate, And Also Some Other Stuff&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While known worldwide for its delicious chocolates, mouth-watering waffles, and extraordinary desserts, there is a lot more to the nation of Belgium than first meets the eye.  For instance, the country is also home to delectable pies, scrumptious pastries, custards, rich creams, and truffles.&lt;br /&gt;With a surprise around every corner, be it an out-of-the-way bakery, a local bakery, or an old historic landmark like the nation's first baker, Belgium has something for everyone.  Brussels, the country's capital and an architectural wonder, is the site of some of the most elaborately stacked cakes in the world, while Antwerp, its commercial center, is a fusion of old and new, with fresh eclairs replacing day-old eclairs each morning in the city's many shop windows.  &lt;br /&gt;Despite the nation's many culinary attractions, however, a visit to Belgium would not be complete without stopping at the breathtaking Basilica of the Sacred Heart, making a quick right at Rue Viveaux, and walking two blocks to one of the most renowned chocolate shops in all of Western Europe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=Green&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;i&gt;God's Practical Joke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Framed by the Ganges and Brahmaputra Rivers, Bangladesh is home to some of the richest, most fertile soil in the world.  That's the setup.  The moment Bangladeshis establish an agricultural society around it, however, God delivers the devastating punch line, drowning hundreds of thousands in a typhoon.  It works every time. &lt;br /&gt;Though the torrential gag rushes right over most of the unsuspecting Bangladeshis' heads, some catch on and flee for drier land.  While anyone else would see it coming across the horizon from a mile away, the gullible Bangladeshis soon return, giving God the perfect chance to rain horror down on them yet again.  God never gets tired of that routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=Green&gt;&lt;u&gt;North Pole&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guess What, Kids- No Santa Here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the North Pole still holds some mysteries, 150 years of exhaustive scientific study has conclusively proven that this bleak arctic ice sheet is absolutely void of any obese and immortal altruist living in an enchanted village powered by elf dust. &lt;br /&gt;Despite the claims of so many ignorant children, who say Santa's Village is only visible to those who "believe," thousands of infallible radar installations would have nonetheless detected it by now.  In addition, none of the myriad government satellites currently in orbit-devices that could photograph a reindeer carcass from space-have ever picked up even a single image of a warmly lit workshop or a giant candy cane. &lt;br /&gt;If this supposed "Santa Claus" has somehow survived centuries of deadly below-freezing temperatures, he did so without a viable communications infrastructure, steady source of food, or functioning electrical grid.&lt;br /&gt;However, though mountains of irrefutable evidence can now debunk any and all claims of this ridiculous figure's existence, one questions still remains: Where do all the presents come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=Green&gt;&lt;u&gt;Texas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything Sucks Bigger In Texas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home to mega-factories that contribute to the highest levels of air and water pollution of any state in the Union, a cavernous income gap that leaves visitors awestruck, and an abstinence-based sex education system that has all but ensured it will soon have the highest birth rate in the country, Texas knows that anything worth doing is worth doing big.  &lt;br /&gt;From the 64-ounce sodas that add to their number-one-in-the-nation waistlines, to the highest rates of drunk driving and citizen imprisonment to be found in America, the residents of the Lone Star State pride themselves on doing everything Texas-sized.&lt;br /&gt;Boasting the largest egos and most inflated sense of self-importance in the Lower 48, Texans love to talk big about how they execute the most mentally disabled criminals, send the most boys to die for the biggest foreign-policy mistakes, and drag their hate-crime victims the farthest behind the most enormous pickup trucks available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=Green&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hawaii&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spectacular Balcony View&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their high-rise hotel rooms in Waikiki, Hawaii's tourists are dazzled by the white-sand beaches 40 stories below, as well as the tasteful watercolors hanging above their beds.  &lt;br /&gt;Rare jungle birds and vivid tropical trees that can't be found anywhere else in the world are easily accessible on channel 347 (TLC).  In fact, all of Hawaii's picturesque wildlife is within reach at the postcard stand down in the lobby gift shop.  &lt;br /&gt;Though 500-foot waterfalls are mere miles away, the typical visitor need not travel far to enjoy clear cascading waters, as the full-size shower is just steps away.  And the islands enchant all who partake of the complimentary shampoo and body wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=Green&gt;&lt;u&gt;Minnesota&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;i&gt;Land of 10,000 Retards&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pop-drinking, Hormel-eating, dontcha-know dumbfucks of Minnesota are too stupid to have any idea why they are the laughing stock of the entire country.  &lt;br /&gt;From "Yah, sure" to "You betcha, there," Minnesotans have not said one damn intelligent or discernible ting since their godforsaken state was founded in 1858.&lt;br /&gt;After being told by Eastern explorers that they had an unusual number of lakes, intrepid Minnesotans started counting, got stuck at 99, and just skipped ahead to the highest number they'd ever heard of, 10,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier this is all from The Onion's Our Dumb World Atlas of the Planet Earth.  Seventy-third edition with free globe inside and now with 30% more Asia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-3268678158119826123?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3268678158119826123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=3268678158119826123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3268678158119826123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3268678158119826123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-layers-too-you-know.html' title='I Have Layers Too You Know'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-5256045191019773601</id><published>2008-05-22T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:18:23.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dispair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Typing</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to be posting for the next week...well..really until June.  I'm sorry.  I have to work everyday between now and then to make up for the hours I'm missing next weekend.  It's prom!  My friends and I are spending the weekend in Manhattan galavanting around.  Don't forget, World Science Festival thing is on Saturday in Washington Square Park!  I also can't write much because today I sliced my hand in half during engineering.  In actuality I didn't slice it in half.  I cut my palm down to the bone in a small area.  It was bleeding for 15 minutes.  Pulsating too.  I mean it was coming out in rhythmic synchronizations with my heart.  The nurse tried spraying anti-bacterial stuff on it but it all rolled off with the blood.  I find it odd how I get grossed out when other people get hurt but if it happens to me i just laugh.  I couldn't stop laughing all morning.  Of course, going to the hospital like everyone is telling me is just wrong imo.  I hate the hospital soooo much.  It seems way too sterile for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-5256045191019773601?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5256045191019773601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=5256045191019773601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5256045191019773601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5256045191019773601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/typing.html' title='Typing'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-3028411225957958520</id><published>2008-05-21T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:05:30.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stores'/><title type='text'>Charity</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the lady at Regal's ticket counter asked if I'd like to donate a dollar to some charity they were collecting money for.  I said no and the guy I was with laughed at how insensitive that was of me. (he's from florida...not really used to people not giving a shit) As a result I decided to make today my bi-annual clothing drive day.  My floor/closet/drawers were torn apart in search of clothes which are not my style anymore, too small/too big on me, or I haven't worn in a while for one reason or another. They then get counted up for worth and donated to the Salvation Army.  This year I am pleased to say that I have a bag in the corner of my room worth $2,150 waiting to be given off.  I could add two more pants to this and make the number 2750 but I want to keep them in case I loose enough weight in the future.  I just can't see myself giving away 300 dollar jeans after wearing each about 4 times.  Not really worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-3028411225957958520?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3028411225957958520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=3028411225957958520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3028411225957958520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3028411225957958520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/charity.html' title='Charity'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-7738971746837896996</id><published>2008-05-20T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:32:47.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Can He See Or Is He Blind</title><content type='html'>Today I went with a friend to go to Ironman.  I definitely recommend it to all.  One of the best movies I've seen in a very long time.  It is funny, thrilling, romantic, and technologically amazing all at the same time.  Yay for multi-faceted movies!  I also recommend going to the regal at union square (might be at all regals, i have no clue) because you get a free popcorn if you just give them your name and zip code.  I didn't even put down my correct zip code.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't recommend is having a broken umbrella when it's raining outside.  I got splashed by cars, drenched from inescapable puddles, and soaked from head to toe by the torrential downpour.  My clothes are currently in the side of my room drying.  Hopefully they will be okay.  Poor things.  At first walking in the rain was fun, but after a while it tourned sour.  Hm....it was when the water starting accumulating in huge sheets on my face and dripping off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how a few weeks ago I left a t-shirt at a bubble tea place in chinatown?  Remember how i went back the next day to find said place but could not find it?  I found it today.  A month too late Karen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-7738971746837896996?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7738971746837896996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=7738971746837896996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/7738971746837896996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/7738971746837896996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-he-see-or-is-he-blind.html' title='Can He See Or Is He Blind'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-3667218382018089471</id><published>2008-05-18T18:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:55:43.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dispair'/><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sequence-inc.com/fraudfiles/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/starbucks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.sequence-inc.com/fraudfiles/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/starbucks.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks is continuing to invade this country.  I thought they would stop considering they're closing many stores due to a &lt;i&gt; "slight" &lt;/i&gt; financial problem.  But no, they're still building.  In fact they're building one down the street from my house.  That means that right now I can drive to 3 different starbucks in five minutes but in a months time I'll be able to drive to 3 in 5 minutes and walk to another in 2 minutes.  Yes that's how close this starbucks is gonna be to my house.  It's practically my bus stop I'm at every morning on my way to school.  That would be great if I had money and shopped at a huge chain like starbucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-3667218382018089471?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3667218382018089471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=3667218382018089471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3667218382018089471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3667218382018089471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-2309351738489713350</id><published>2008-05-13T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:20:21.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dispair'/><title type='text'>Today I Got...</title><content type='html'>Laid. Now unfortunately that's not true.  I got a "college planner" from Target.  Included is a $5 off coupon!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you read my post from yesterday?  It might explain why I was sick today.  My head felt so heavy in physics that it was about to fall through the earth.  In reality it just hit against the desk, very hard.  Way to go gravity.  You have once again proven that you are &lt;i&gt; the &lt;/i&gt; weakest force in existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-2309351738489713350?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2309351738489713350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=2309351738489713350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/2309351738489713350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/2309351738489713350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-got.html' title='Today I Got...'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-5947811571025607869</id><published>2008-05-12T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:49:42.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Little Apple'/><title type='text'>Random Observation of the Day</title><content type='html'>Bronx bound 2 train: Brooklyn- empty, Wall Street- fills up, Chambers- can't move, Penn Station- empties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I got on in Brooklyn!  Why the hell was I in Brooklyn?  Because I let a friend of mine talk me into walking over the Brooklyn Bridge on one of the windiest days we've had in a while.  Smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-5947811571025607869?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5947811571025607869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=5947811571025607869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5947811571025607869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5947811571025607869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-observation-of-day.html' title='Random Observation of the Day'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-6847072113901893178</id><published>2008-05-10T16:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:47:11.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about how random life is?  Think about even 6 months ago.  Where were you?  What did you think was going to happen in the future?  What was your life plan?  In reality these things are bound to change.  They did for me especially.  I met people I never fathomed I'd have the opportunity to even see let alone become friends (?) with.  I've found old items that have made me think about memories I haven't enjoyed in years.  I've commenced on new business ventures and moved on from old traumas.  I've grown up and matured.  The last think I ever expected.  When I look in the mirror now I see someone completely different from the girl I once saw; and that is more satisfying than a cannoli.  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-6847072113901893178?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6847072113901893178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=6847072113901893178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/6847072113901893178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/6847072113901893178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/philosophy.html' title='Philosophy'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-8261256422184980733</id><published>2008-05-08T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:21:31.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stores'/><title type='text'>Here Is My Rant</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of months I have been spending all my time in Manhattan.  It seems that the island is just my heart's home and the only place I can completely enjoy myself.  I feel free there.  But due to the amount of time I have been spending there, all my friends in Jersey have been yelling at me for not spending enough time with them.  To repair this tattered social life I once had I've been spending more time down here.  Of course this leads me to miss my future home.  Why?  Well for one thing stores' hours suck.  I was at the mall looking for a necklace last weekend and heard an announcement that the stores were going to close at 9:30. 9:30!  Even when I was growing up they closed at 10.  What is this world of suburbia coming to?  And people ask me why I'm online so much.  Give me something better to do world.  Please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-8261256422184980733?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8261256422184980733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=8261256422184980733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/8261256422184980733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/8261256422184980733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-is-my-rant.html' title='Here Is My Rant'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-3469775308152945970</id><published>2008-05-06T23:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:44:01.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subway'/><title type='text'>Subway</title><content type='html'>My friend started working at Subway today.  As a result she now hates the word and made sure to mention this on her facebook status.  Because I am such a great friend, I posted this on her wall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;I hate when you say "I wanna go to subway" cause it's like "Which subway?" Then your friends and you go to the train subway subway and realize you ment food. But in fact you have to take the subway to get to subway. This leads to complications because you accidently sent your subway monthly unlimited pass to your friend in Florida (who neither has a subway system nor a way of using your subway card on the ny subway since he lives in florida). So after you pay him $2 to save time at the subway station and not purchase a new card you hop on teh subway train and then have to switch subway lines just to get to subway. In the end it was all worth it though because of that delicious Subway sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-3469775308152945970?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3469775308152945970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=3469775308152945970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3469775308152945970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3469775308152945970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/subway.html' title='Subway'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-4799604523253894225</id><published>2008-05-04T18:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:40:56.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Little Apple'/><title type='text'>Gasp!</title><content type='html'>This morning the unbelievable happened.  My NYTimes did not have a crossword puzzle.  Is there some new crossword puzzle section that got left out?  Or that you now have to pay for?  Wtf? I don't know what i'm gonna do with my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-4799604523253894225?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4799604523253894225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=4799604523253894225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/4799604523253894225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/4799604523253894225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/gasp.html' title='Gasp!'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-5733693829122713755</id><published>2008-05-04T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:56:00.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Happens When We Borrow Money From China</title><content type='html'>Tourist son: Wow, is this high school?&lt;br /&gt;Tourist dad: Yup, you gotta be like Asian to go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Stuyvesant High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got this off of Overheard in New York.  I thought a few people who read this would love it.  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-5733693829122713755?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5733693829122713755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=5733693829122713755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5733693829122713755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5733693829122713755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-happens-when-we-borrow-money-from.html' title='That Happens When We Borrow Money From China'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-2448275706377074085</id><published>2008-05-04T00:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:40:32.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>It's Back =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cs.hmc.edu/~ivl/writing/non_fiction/lsd/lsd-rec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.cs.hmc.edu/~ivl/writing/non_fiction/lsd/lsd-rec.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/04/weekinreview/04carey.html?_r=1&amp;ref=education&amp;oref=slogin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-2448275706377074085?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2448275706377074085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=2448275706377074085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/2448275706377074085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/2448275706377074085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s Back =)'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-8289824062669736633</id><published>2008-05-01T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:58:15.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>I Was So Happy Before</title><content type='html'>but now ....eh, I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Just look at this video!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Of what?&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Me: He is so hot. &lt;br /&gt;My Principal: (Insert my last name)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect timing right.  In fact it was about senioritis.  He yelled at me for it yesterday because I was talking to a few of the freshman during my free block.  I had nothing to do so I decided to hang with my friends who had lunch.  I don't see what's wrong with that.  Now today he was at his last straw because I had a coffee in the CAD lab.  I understand because there is a sign saying "No food or drink in this room."  But really, what does this have to do with senioritis?  I've been drinking coffee in here for years.  I think he saw my physics grade.  16 points lower than first marking period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-8289824062669736633?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8289824062669736633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=8289824062669736633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/8289824062669736633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/8289824062669736633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-so-happy-before.html' title='I Was So Happy Before'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-5982195487625786586</id><published>2008-04-30T11:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:13:33.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Little Apple'/><title type='text'>The Darn Plumbers</title><content type='html'>Today was Italian Day at school.  The theme started out a few months ago at my lunch table with us talking in Italian accents.  We moved onto wearing clothes resembling those of a character from Mario Brothers.  Currently, a different person has to bring in Italian food every wednesday.  My turn now; I had canolis.  Canolis are my favorite desert.  I think those things make me so happy I can forget about everything.  =)  So now I'm happy again.  I don't know why I let some things get to me so horribly.  All will be good in the end.  My prospects are not up and I don't see why I thought they were.  Thank you canolis for allowing me to see the light again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQ9uf4ooNyY/SBiQ4YHJ3wI/AAAAAAAAABw/9obsZpklA0s/s1600-h/nyc-city-map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQ9uf4ooNyY/SBiQ4YHJ3wI/AAAAAAAAABw/9obsZpklA0s/s320/nyc-city-map.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195061468391399170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Joel is on my iPod.  And even though Manhattan is sent out to sea, at least Queens can stay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I can't draw...even using a computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-5982195487625786586?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5982195487625786586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=5982195487625786586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5982195487625786586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5982195487625786586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/04/darn-plumbers.html' title='The Darn Plumbers'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQ9uf4ooNyY/SBiQ4YHJ3wI/AAAAAAAAABw/9obsZpklA0s/s72-c/nyc-city-map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-3394563970845707865</id><published>2008-04-29T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:28:19.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>You Know I'm Such A Fool For You</title><content type='html'>Today I sat there all day listening to some of the guys in my class discuss how they'll ask certain girls to prom.  I don't actually know any of the girls; they don't go to my school.  (I don't blame them for that.) Even then, they were asking the girls in my grade for advice on how to ask.  Now generally I'm a very cynical, unsentimental person.  I don't really care for romantic bullshit.  My whole life I've believed, using others examples as my basis, that anything romantic from a boy is just used to get laid.  Thus I just laughed at the whole situation.  It was pretty funny seeing how they're blowing prom out of proportion. It is just another pathetic high school dance in my opinion.  Well, my school's is.  I would love to go to another school's prom but that's not happening.  I'll get over it in a minute though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there listening to everyone scheming of creative suave advances all these thoughts went through my head.  It's only now, hours later, when I'm sitting at home listening to Lou Reed playing Sudoku that I realize how sweet that is.  Maybe it is only because they're trying to get laid but they're making a hell of an attempt.  Those girls are lucky.  They have great boyfriends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-3394563970845707865?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3394563970845707865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=3394563970845707865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3394563970845707865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/3394563970845707865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-im-such-fool-for-you.html' title='You Know I&apos;m Such A Fool For You'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-4507328359217946586</id><published>2008-04-29T16:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:19:45.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foundations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/w9XA5Xb-ALk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/w9XA5Xb-ALk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had this song stuck in my head for the past few days.  Thank you! (you know how you are)  I'm doing it for the talent show now. lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is sunny.  It wasn't supposed to be.  You know the problem with that?  I don't have my sunglasses.  I have no clue where they are actually.  Great huh?  Thank god they were only my second favorite pair.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-4507328359217946586?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4507328359217946586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=4507328359217946586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/4507328359217946586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/4507328359217946586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/04/foundations.html' title='Foundations'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-9058851532614809935</id><published>2008-04-28T14:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:12:18.355-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Yay! Rain!</title><content type='html'>Today is senior cut day.  I should be having fun right?  Wrong.  Instead I'm sitting at home listening to Foundations by Kate Nash on repeat.  I watched an hour of Gone With the Wind then gave up on superfluous romance.  Now I shall wait for Weeds to finish loading and for an email that will never come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally I was supposed to go to my apartment in Woodside.  Fix some things up for the summer.  That got cancelled a week ago when the apartment got taken away from me.  Two days later when I got it back I had already made alternative plans for today.  I was going to have a party.  Well due to a lack of interest because I live very far from most of my friends (they even have to pay tolls to get down here) it got cancelled.  They invited me to go see a movie/eat lunch with them.  Never worked out.  i'm broke because various reasons I'm not willing to discuss.  So what should I do now?  I have friends who are mad at me for always ditching them for my friends in the city and almost no one else.  I do have friends that live faraway.  I guess i'll be with them on aim today.  Not always a bad thing.  I'll go make cookies too!  Maybe some cartoons will be on tv.  =)  I guess this could be a happy senior cut day if only I could manage putting on a happy face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-9058851532614809935?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9058851532614809935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=9058851532614809935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/9058851532614809935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/9058851532614809935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-rain.html' title='Yay! Rain!'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-4689034037808192727</id><published>2008-04-28T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:33:46.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Eyelashes</title><content type='html'>This morning I burnt mine.  Well half of the eyelashes on my right eye.  They're not completely off, just cut in half.  I guess that's what I get for trying to do something while lying down which involves fire.  But now, I'm happy again.  This morning I was the most depressed I've been in a while.  One extreme always follows the other for me.  Why?  Probably because I look at that extremely happy thing and think to myself that the same event will ever occur again.  All because of how paranoid I am.  I don't think I ever was this way before I started doing the action that led me to burn my eyelashes.  Is that even a side-effect?  Maybe I just doing remember before that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-4689034037808192727?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4689034037808192727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=4689034037808192727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/4689034037808192727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/4689034037808192727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/04/eyelashes.html' title='Eyelashes'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-5887250037848503043</id><published>2008-04-27T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:18:11.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>I'd like to take this time to say I'm sorry.  I spent almost a week without updating the blog.  I deeply regret it because I love updating this then reading comments.  It makes my day.  Thank you everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy a record player.  I got about 20 records today.  I'm so excited to listen to them!  It'll be my only method of listening to music this summer.  See I'm going on this anti-technology thing for july and august.  The only electronic device I can use for purposes other than school is my iPhone.  And that's only because I pay a lot of money for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-5887250037848503043?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5887250037848503043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=5887250037848503043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5887250037848503043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/5887250037848503043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782949644816509563.post-102696819778531947</id><published>2008-04-27T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:28:17.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://popsci.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/08/07/time_machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://popsci.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/08/07/time_machine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must be getting great at time management or something because I was able to complete everything in 2 hours.  Nice huh?  It seems that time has been on my side lately.  Every instance when i feel rushed eventually solves itself.  Some items get finished a lot quicker than I ever expected or two things get combined.  Either way it makes me happy because all is good in the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, time is also running.  Constantly.  This is what totally sucks.  I mean think about it, why do good times feel like they go by so quickly and boring times take forever?  Friday I had one of the best days in a very very long time (which is saying something because my life has been going great lately.)  But then yesterday was horrible.  It was so long and boring and nothing really happened.  It never did have a chance though, all because it followed friday.  I guess that's the reason why some days are so horrible.  They may be great but relative to the surrounding days they feel like crap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only time will tell what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/782949644816509563-102696819778531947?l=dissolvingrose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/102696819778531947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=782949644816509563&amp;postID=102696819778531947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/102696819778531947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/782949644816509563/posts/default/102696819778531947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvingrose.blogspot.com/2008/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346650743783027687</uri><email>karen61990@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17233509960037844938'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>