<?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-18344312</id><updated>2012-02-12T14:51:20.596-08:00</updated><category term='cocking'/><category term='Surveys'/><category term='Theater'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='Radiohead'/><category term='lost'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Paris Hilton'/><category term='news'/><category term='guys'/><category term='Leslie De-vil'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Ang Panz'/><category term='goals'/><category term='for Daddy'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Mari'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Auntie Ang'/><category term='moviez'/><category term='Blah blah blah'/><category term='ANTM'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Astrology'/><category term='Prophet Marijuanna'/><category term='charity'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Tyra'/><category term='Adobataizumento'/><category term='musician'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='music videos'/><category term='religion'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Foreign'/><category term='tv'/><category term='purikuras'/><category term='trailers'/><category term='hottness'/><category term='J-pop'/><category term='update'/><category term='rant'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>MaryJane, Film Geek</title><subtitle type='html'>Film Reviews and random insights from a Pretentious Hipster and potential film major.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-9177057833335457041</id><published>2011-06-15T23:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:12:54.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foreign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>"Who's Camus Anyway? カミュなんて,知らない" (2005)</title><content type='html'>Here's my first review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/eiga/images/d/d4/Who%27s_camus_anyway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 441px;" src="http://images.wikia.com/eiga/images/d/d4/Who%27s_camus_anyway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's Camus Anyway? カミュなんて,知らない" (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Mitsuo Yanagimachi&lt;br /&gt;Rating: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been unable to watch films in English because they don't hold my interest. I love subtitles and watching a Japanese film with English subtitles was very engaging and kept me just wanting more. I think it's that I can understand most of it, and then I compare the spoken words to the written words that I see. Its a lot to concentrate on but oh, so worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Camus Anyway is a Japanese film about a group of film students who are in the process of filming a feature film, "The Bored Murderer". From the start of the movie its indredible self-referential, as in it continues to inform the viewers that they are watching a film about the making of the film, therefore letting the viewers know that they are the third party observers. The opening shot runs for exactly 7 minutes and within the scene, characters refer to other movies who have used the same technique (Altman's "The Player")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching, I started feeling so nostalgic. The film is about a demographic that often goes misrepresented in Japanese cinema: the creative youth. They live in Tokyo and draw their inspirations from their surroundings. The Japanese hipsters. Before watching this one I watched a different Japanese film "Kabei" and contrasting the difference between the two is fascinating. The movie is also full of cinematic and literary references. Being able to detect those references really made this an enjoyable watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Camus Anyway never got slow. Its mixed genres (coming of age, murder mystery, love story) all blend together perfectly in this engaging film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, for anyone wanting to reconnect with their Japanese speaking abilities, watching subtitled Japanese movies is great. It all comes back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-9177057833335457041?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9177057833335457041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=9177057833335457041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9177057833335457041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9177057833335457041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2011/06/whos-camus-anyway-2005.html' title='&quot;Who&apos;s Camus Anyway? カミュなんて,知らない&quot; (2005)'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7386802370159400710</id><published>2011-04-21T18:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T18:24:52.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moviez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>So I like the movies...</title><content type='html'>I'm transforming my blog into a film review/film thoughts website. I realized I don't really like sharing random thoughts about stupid things about my day on the internet. So a refreshing reinvention was necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now a film blog. I like watching films, reading screenplays, and pretending to know everything, so made sense to do this. I live in the center of the film industry. I'm a complete outsider, but I like movies. And I like talking about my thoughts on film to people, but they mostly get sick of me, ignore me, un-friend me on Facebook, and never speak to me again. OK. The internet always needs another friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7386802370159400710?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7386802370159400710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7386802370159400710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7386802370159400710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7386802370159400710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-i-like-movies.html' title='So I like the movies...'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-1917894193595048100</id><published>2011-01-23T23:53:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:26:57.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Dating bullshit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TT03nXpmphI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NwkUwWfimK4/s1600/best-photos-491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TT03nXpmphI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NwkUwWfimK4/s320/best-photos-491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565665864002741778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I love Jeggings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there specific rules to abide by when you're dating? Its like you have to put on this persona when you're dating because what? You're scared whoever this loser is might see who you really are? And by you, of course I mean me, and by loser I mean...loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs. I'm not going to pretend to be this perfect girl, who ever that may be. I'm not going to laugh at your jokes if they're not funny, I'm not going eat a salad if I'm hungry for tacos, I'm not going have a diet soda when what I want is a beer, and I'm definitely not PRETENDING to be hard to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Stepford wife or a sorority girl (I told this sorority girl I was pagan and she said, "Don't you miss eating meat?" Pagan honey, not vegan.) I'm crass,I'm weird, I have a fucked up sense of humor, and I dress like an out-of-towner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I was the bitch with the skinny legs. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is all sounding very egotistical and critical. I'm going to go focus on my breathing while thinking about unicorns and waterlilies. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-1917894193595048100?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1917894193595048100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=1917894193595048100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1917894193595048100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1917894193595048100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2011/01/dating-bullshit.html' title='Dating bullshit.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TT03nXpmphI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NwkUwWfimK4/s72-c/best-photos-491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-6694061972617654876</id><published>2011-01-02T19:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:29:30.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Another year over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for this year. For once in my life my New Years resolution (not that I ever really made one seriously) isn't "to lose weight" or "learn more bible versus" ....obviously they never meant much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis year I'm just living life, whatever way I see fit. Yup, only 2 more years till the world comes to an end (2012 is on its way. Just incase you don't know whats going to happen in 2012 go watch the movie. Its ALL TRUE!!) and I think everyday should be lived to hte fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be pressured into doing anything I dont want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, I hope this next one is better than the last! and its gunna be awesome. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-6694061972617654876?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6694061972617654876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=6694061972617654876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6694061972617654876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6694061972617654876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8367711076965719199</id><published>2010-11-14T02:29:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:20:27.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>I'm Baddasss.</title><content type='html'>I have tattoos and I have 10 piercings, 6 ear and 4 body. So I'm a wannabe badass.  when I see other girls with piercings and tattoos I think they're dumb bimbos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm young so I might as well enjoy them while I can. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided on my next tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8367711076965719199?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8367711076965719199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8367711076965719199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8367711076965719199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8367711076965719199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-baddasss.html' title='I&apos;m Baddasss.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3939593351853432957</id><published>2010-11-06T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:03:26.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moviez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>THis is what I do at work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TNZPIBd2JvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oVDAD3nQGLc/s1600/borders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TNZPIBd2JvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oVDAD3nQGLc/s320/borders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536699791149770482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at a book store has its good times~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just became a finalist for the 10-10-10 Santa Barbara International Film Festival Competition. Whatever happens, my film will be made and screened at the festival in Feburary, mark your calendars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a red carpet and a press confrence and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that winning means a scholarship? but I'm not sure yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mentor that I;m working with is Robert Lewis who was a major director/writer in the 80s. And I love the 80s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3939593351853432957?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3939593351853432957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3939593351853432957' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3939593351853432957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3939593351853432957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-what-i-do-at-work.html' title='THis is what I do at work...'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TNZPIBd2JvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oVDAD3nQGLc/s72-c/borders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4261526285144864038</id><published>2010-10-29T22:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:34:40.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>I need a sugar daddy</title><content type='html'>SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BUY ME THESES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE MADDEN CARYSSA NUDE PUMPS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TMuuAq8g8QI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sJsN1bUCe-c/s1600/blush1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TMuuAq8g8QI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sJsN1bUCe-c/s320/blush1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533707893706125570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways. Christmas is coming soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tranny feet and I wear a size 10. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4261526285144864038?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4261526285144864038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4261526285144864038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4261526285144864038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4261526285144864038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-need-sugar-daddy.html' title='I need a sugar daddy'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TMuuAq8g8QI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sJsN1bUCe-c/s72-c/blush1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4658928323212447289</id><published>2010-10-26T00:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:51:43.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophet Marijuanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>"Why Im Not a Christian"</title><content type='html'>"Why I'm not a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    -Bertrand Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Religion is based, I think, primarily and mainly upon fear. It is partly the terror of the unknown and partly, as I have said, the wish to feel that you have a kind of elder brother who will stand by you in all your troubles and disputes....A good world needs knowledge, kindliness, and courage; it does not need a regretful hankering after the past or a fettering of the free intelligence by the words uttered long ago by ignorant men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TNZMbsyxy3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GjjId3U6aJ4/s1600/tumblr_lab87hHgbu1qzvl4eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TNZMbsyxy3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GjjId3U6aJ4/s320/tumblr_lab87hHgbu1qzvl4eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536696830662921074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4658928323212447289?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4658928323212447289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4658928323212447289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4658928323212447289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4658928323212447289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-im-not-christian.html' title='&quot;Why Im Not a Christian&quot;'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TNZMbsyxy3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GjjId3U6aJ4/s72-c/tumblr_lab87hHgbu1qzvl4eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4960361970554871797</id><published>2010-10-08T00:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:34:11.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>The Protector</title><content type='html'>Just submitted my short screen play, "The Protector" for consideration in a 26th Santa Barbara Film Festival competition. Fingers crossed, some people will see a short film written by me on the Independent silver screen next year in January/Feburary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its interesting that something that started as a cheating scheme between me and another film student, turned into a few dollars scholarship for outstanding writing, $100 from that sad little student, and a possible entrance into a film festival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. Don't jinx it MJ!!!! PRAY TO JESUS CHRIST FOR ME TO WINN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4960361970554871797?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4960361970554871797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4960361970554871797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4960361970554871797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4960361970554871797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/10/protector.html' title='The Protector'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8048184661431224558</id><published>2010-09-21T23:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:35:46.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophet Marijuanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Being Magnanimous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mmimageslarge.moviemail-online.co.uk/CloseEncounters3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 334px;" src="http://mmimageslarge.moviemail-online.co.uk/CloseEncounters3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault that I'm an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that my upbringing may compromise me from being a good person. I don't want it to prevent me from being able to do something, or see different viewpoints.  Sometimes, I know that what's hindering me is my predispositions from my upbringing. Unfortunately, this makes it hard for me to make educated opinions. Maybe I have some sort of deep seeded hatred for something, someone, or some opinion and that holds me back. But then its not really my fault, but it narrows my perception, making it difficult for me to be cosmopolitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It holds me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I feel like I have to make an informed opinion about something, whether it be relevant or irrelevant to me, I always have to step back and ask myself if those opinions are based on educated reason, or just pure prejudice. I hate that about myself. I wish that I could just be open to everything without having those notions. But I can't, and I know that a lot of people who have grown up in similar situations have the same problem whether they are aware of it or not. Again, passing judgement here, a lot of those people are blatantly unaware of their ignorance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you change something about yourself that has been ingrained into you from the time you were born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I have deeply rooted hatred, of course that term is relative, more like predetermined prejudices or dislike for Christianity/Christians. From Orthodox Catholics to Mormons. There's just something inside me that is prone to reject them as intellectuals. Not so much with other people from different walks of religious life like Muslim, Judaism, Buddhism, or even Scientology, although all equally ridiculous in their own right. I know that my dislike stems from my experiences from my childhood and formative years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art teacher for 3 years, Mr. F, was and is probably one of the most moral, kind, cool,  respectable, honest, understanding, noble persons I have ever met. He's some super human worthy of a Noble Peace Prize. He's a genius in his craft as well as in human interaction. Mr. F acted as a form of mentor/father figure to me for my high school years.  The thing is, Mr. F is an Episcopal Christian, which although is one of the most liberal and tolerating among all the other Anglican Christian organizations, I still consider it to be the same in thought as the most conservative Southern Baptist churches. That makes it hard for me to believe that he is the great, great man that he is as well as being a devout Christian. My narrow minded argument of all Christians being dogmatic, ideological, unintelligent retards falls apart with the introduction of someone like Mr. F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't necessarily stop me from arguing with him and trying to belittle his beliefs in anyway that I possibly could. I regret doing that, but I know that the prejudices or assumptions that I have/had with Christians is not my fault.  I do it unconsciously because of my rebellion towards the ideologies, prejudices, assumptions and dogmas that I was raised with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course that doesn't make it justifiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that raising a child with prejudices is harmful for that child in the future where they will be  forced to make their own opinions about a subject in the ever changing social world. Please, please, please, if you are raising a child make sure that you do not raise them with prejudices and predispositions towards anyone, because that doesn't help anything. Even things like looking down on the less intelligent or less fortunate. If you love your child, teach them to love as well. Instilling hate into a child is the worst form of corruption imaginable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame you, childhood!! I blame you for making me a self-centered asshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8048184661431224558?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8048184661431224558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8048184661431224558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8048184661431224558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8048184661431224558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-my-fault-that-im-asshole.html' title='Being Magnanimous'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2640457320527967363</id><published>2010-09-05T21:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:27:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universal</title><content type='html'>I opened my eyes and I saw that the world was bigger than just me and my mind. &lt;br /&gt;We live on  Earth which orbits the Sun, although center of our Solar System, is only a small part of our galaxy. and our galaxy is only a small part in the Universe. &lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder why, we as human beings, spend so much effort into our mundane lives that barely mean anything in the larger Universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont mean anything. Are lives arent even a spec of dust in the cosmic universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that strangely comforting. I can slip up and I can make mistakes. Theres no one to impress, there's no one looking down on me and judgeging my every actions. I am nothing but the smallest organic structure that exists. And it all doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile a little bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2640457320527967363?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2640457320527967363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2640457320527967363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2640457320527967363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2640457320527967363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/09/universal.html' title='The Universal'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2487918303061985156</id><published>2010-09-02T15:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:32:50.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophet Marijuanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>I hate kids and love the Schwarzenegger</title><content type='html'>I feel bad for people with kids. Probably because some of the most annoying little fuckers I've met have happened to be children and their mothers. Whenever I'm on a train, bus, or plane, there is always a screaming baby near me and I have to hold myself back from wringing its poor innocent neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now. I'm sitting in a library calmly trying to do my work and this mother brings her screaming child in! The nerve! Take your child and stick it where the sun dont shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course the IRONY is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People with kids probably feel sorry for me because I'm a selfish and spiteful person. Touche! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other news. I think Stephan Hawking is a robot. Here are my reasons: 1. He's a genius, probably knows everything about everything. 2. He has a robot voice. In conclusion, he is a robot. He's like the Terminator...just doesnt look like Arnold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something he said recently: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100902/lf_nm_life/us_britain_hawking"&gt;"Because there is a law such as gravity, the universe can and will create itself from nothing. Spontaneous creation is the reason there is something rather than nothing, why the universe exists, why we exist," --Stephan Hawking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBOT DEFUNCTION! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like at the end of the movie Terminator 2: Judgement Day, when they push the Silver Surfer into the burnign lava! Oh Steve, get back to your good, old, analytical, skeptical, genius robot self. We miss you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneus creation? Here's my version of spontatneous sexy pose creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deathby1000papercuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/arnold-schwarzenegger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://deathby1000papercuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/arnold-schwarzenegger.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/18344312-2487918303061985156?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2487918303061985156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2487918303061985156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2487918303061985156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2487918303061985156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-kids-and-love-schwarzenegger.html' title='I hate kids and love the Schwarzenegger'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5444631218580278556</id><published>2010-08-26T20:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:41:01.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophet Marijuanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>DONT READ THIS&lt; ITS A WASTE OF TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>Random shit that I thought about after watching "Inception"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I finally feel like I've entered into that level of normalcy that I've always dreamed of having. I suppose my level of normalcy is higher than most. Always wanting to be "normal" has kinda been my thing. When I was younger I just wanted to be normal even though I never knew what I meant by that. Now, that I'm slightly older, I feel as if that need to be normal is gone and thats when I feel the most normal. I think a lot of people who have been in the same situations as me can feel the same. As a kid, it was always about how different or how special we were. Needless to say, I could never understand what made me different. My specialness was intangible so I began to believe it didn't exist. Kind of like my ideas towards God. Rather close minded I guess and rather dismissive. However, untill that specialness could be proven I just wanted to feel ordinary. Finally it just sort of disappeared as a necessity. ITs a less important thing. My deal is that I am who I am. Kind of like the God of Abraham and Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am that I am.&lt;br /&gt; I do not like green eggs and ham." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it just doesnt matter anymore. It makes me sad to think that a lot of the things that I used to believe in have lost their meaning and importance and just dont matter anymore. This is probably how it feels to realize that Santa Clause doesnt exist... Kind of like waking up from a dream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm actually very lucky. So far, everything has started to fall into place. I can't say its what I've wanted for myself, but I've never had definite plans or dreams per se. I suppose not having those pre-existing notions of what my life should be like has made all the pieces fall into place in a satisfactory way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is that a good thing? Who the fuck knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at the end of Inception, was it actually in a dream when he was reunited with his kids? Was it a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream? ...or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started thinking of those commercials on TV. You know, the one with the red or blue cartoon bears. The toilet paper commercials. WHEN DOES ANYONE ACTUALLY LEAVE PIECES OF TOILET PAPER IN THEIR ASS!!!?? Im sure there's some liberal pro-homo subliminal messege in there. THere usually is with things you cant explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why was I thinking about that while watching Inception. Someone must have planted the idea of that in my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me think of Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5444631218580278556?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5444631218580278556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5444631218580278556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5444631218580278556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5444631218580278556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-read-this-its-waste-of-time.html' title='DONT READ THIS&lt; ITS A WASTE OF TIME!!!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2837179689578157127</id><published>2010-07-12T11:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:18:53.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>EUROTRIP!</title><content type='html'>Spain, France, Italy, Greece&lt; and Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the line-up of my Euro-Trip starting tomorrow. I'm so excited! Thats 3 weeks in Europe of non-stop fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation/ research for my trip and cruise, I've watched Eurotrip, Titanic, and Poseidon now I know for sure that the ship is going to sink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and the best time ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2837179689578157127?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2837179689578157127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2837179689578157127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2837179689578157127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2837179689578157127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/07/eurotrip.html' title='EUROTRIP!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5419788716458356108</id><published>2010-06-29T00:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:34:22.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dwXYAqy-HI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dwXYAqy-HI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava Adore --- Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or as I like to call it "VOLDEMORT ADORE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this is also a music blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5419788716458356108?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5419788716458356108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5419788716458356108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5419788716458356108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5419788716458356108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/06/deathly-hallows.html' title='Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3755709219214587823</id><published>2010-06-29T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:29:48.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music videos'/><title type='text'>Gorillaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lAxYJfmn71k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lAxYJfmn71k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Melancholy Hill---Gorilaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Ange discovered the Gorillaz. Little did I know that Damon Albarn would later become one of my favorite artists. Blur+Gorillaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3755709219214587823?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3755709219214587823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3755709219214587823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3755709219214587823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3755709219214587823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/06/gorillaz.html' title='Gorillaz'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-1559511738999473374</id><published>2010-06-29T00:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:25:21.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>My life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TCme5Od5lWI/AAAAAAAAATc/LyG_L_pYm54/s1600/37010_1505131390319_1295307878_1434291_4986982_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TCme5Od5lWI/AAAAAAAAATc/LyG_L_pYm54/s320/37010_1505131390319_1295307878_1434291_4986982_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488092326900897122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Joey came and visited me &lt;3***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I graduated from Beverly Hills High School. Its weird, I feel like I've accomplished so much, and when I think about it, the only thing I've done is graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm moving on, growing up and moving to greater things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a beautiful home with my beautiful adopted family. This summer: Europe in 2 weeks and maybe a possible trip to Japan? We'll see. I'm so that I found people who really love me and are willing to take care of me. I'm so blessed. Dont know how I got so lucky....get it? Got LUCKY? nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, life in a hotel is wonderful. Free gym and spa with pool, I feel like the fat and skinny twins on the Disney channel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TCmfHWf0NPI/AAAAAAAAATk/bahBXl9_KKY/s1600/27700_1375778987844_1032900913_31237667_6118656_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TCmfHWf0NPI/AAAAAAAAATk/bahBXl9_KKY/s320/27700_1375778987844_1032900913_31237667_6118656_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488092569574585586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE!!!:: heres my new boyfriend Justin****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-1559511738999473374?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1559511738999473374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=1559511738999473374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1559511738999473374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1559511738999473374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-life.html' title='My life.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/TCme5Od5lWI/AAAAAAAAATc/LyG_L_pYm54/s72-c/37010_1505131390319_1295307878_1434291_4986982_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5070487157041719137</id><published>2010-05-21T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:54:09.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hottness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mari'/><title type='text'>prom.</title><content type='html'>Never thought the day would come when I would be able to go to my very own senior prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people. That day is tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its cliche, but I'm super excited. I got a dress (a red one), shoes (sparkling ones), and we're all riding in a LIMO to the SHeraton hotel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I don't bust out any Josey Grossey bullshit, or go Carrie on everyones asses, or a She's All That or 10 Things I Hate About You. Or whatever other high school prom nightmares from the 90s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gunna be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5070487157041719137?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5070487157041719137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5070487157041719137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5070487157041719137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5070487157041719137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/05/prom.html' title='prom.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7765517704605638815</id><published>2010-05-09T10:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:05:35.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chuck klosterman is my kind of genius. Great writer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I've been revisiting old memories with movies we used to watch. Gone with the wind, bedazzled, man of lamancha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 6 weeks till graduation!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7765517704605638815?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7765517704605638815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7765517704605638815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7765517704605638815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7765517704605638815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/05/chuck-klosterman-is-my-kind-of-genius.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-353826872130175742</id><published>2010-05-08T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:21:10.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>act naturally</title><content type='html'>Finally found a nice white boy to settle down with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ill be okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-353826872130175742?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/353826872130175742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=353826872130175742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/353826872130175742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/353826872130175742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/05/act-naturally.html' title='act naturally'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8473609999299823278</id><published>2010-04-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:14:27.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Done...</title><content type='html'>I'm over it... It was just too easy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got what I wanted and because it was so easy I'm over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at him I don't see him the way I used to. All I see now is someone I deeply love as a friend. I know of instances where it works the other way. Friend to something moRe. For me its friend to something more and back to friend. I think our friendship is stronger now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMMMMM!!! So ya I'm such a loser that I can't even find a goddamn date. Actually I can, I'm just too goddamn independent. I'm gunna cruise solo or go with my lesbian girl friend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8473609999299823278?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8473609999299823278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8473609999299823278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8473609999299823278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8473609999299823278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/04/done.html' title='Done...'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3709070975712430264</id><published>2010-04-25T23:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:49:45.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hottness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>That damn Justine bieber song.</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's with HER ...I can't stop thinking about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's with ME ... I wish I was somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I like the thing we have. &lt;br /&gt;Is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like that one justin bieber song. Pft. Not like  I listen to Justin bieber and have all of his songs on my iPod. &lt;br /&gt;It's not like that at ALL! But Justin just knows how I feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh high school drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3709070975712430264?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3709070975712430264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3709070975712430264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3709070975712430264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3709070975712430264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-damn-justine-bieber-song.html' title='That damn Justine bieber song.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-9007958294881321737</id><published>2010-04-19T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:42:58.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Chicks and Bitches</title><content type='html'>My life is like a fucking chick flick right  now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy meets girl, boy likes girl, girl was in a separate relationship with boy's bff so girl can't be with boy, boy still likes girl but gives up to be with another skank.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh....breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now girl can't stop thinking about boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-9007958294881321737?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9007958294881321737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=9007958294881321737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9007958294881321737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9007958294881321737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/04/chicks-and-bitches.html' title='Chicks and Bitches'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7286632076554650842</id><published>2010-03-20T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:22:17.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We broke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rephrase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dumped him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7286632076554650842?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7286632076554650842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7286632076554650842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7286632076554650842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7286632076554650842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-broke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3429349744008560093</id><published>2010-03-09T15:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:37:10.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Art show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://holdtheweaksauce.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/tigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 425px;" src="http://holdtheweaksauce.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/tigger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just submitted two art pieces into the student art show. &lt;br /&gt;I dont care that they are there, I just want to win the award and I know I will. I told that to my art teacher Mr. Federman and when he gave me a weird look I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, im a narcisistic bastard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I dont really like art that much. He thinks I should go to art school and I said HELL no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really like the pieces I did. One Beatles montage and a gladiator/dominatrix paining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first art show since I had my TREE EATING TIGER in the Mitaka show. fun fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Im on a computer at the library, therefore am able to make blog posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONATE A COMPUTER TO MJ!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3429349744008560093?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3429349744008560093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3429349744008560093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3429349744008560093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3429349744008560093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-show.html' title='Art show'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3466278583911722305</id><published>2010-03-09T15:19:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:27:48.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moviez'/><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/jeremy_renner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/jeremy_renner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cute~*&lt;br /&gt; Now that Ive been more involved in film , (Yes, Ive officially complete 2 short screenplays and beginning to develop my first student film) I actually paid close attention to the Oscars. &lt;br /&gt;I watched all the nominated films and tried to stay on board with the shorts, documentaries, and independents. &lt;br /&gt;I am so proud that Kathryn Bigelow won for best director. The Hurt Locker is a masterpiece in its self. It depicts perfectly and in a justified manner the situation in Iraq without overwhelming its viewers. Everything about that movie is superb, editing, cinematography, sound, and lighting. The art direction is nothing short of spectacular, I felt like I was in Iraq. I cant imagine how they did it with such a low budget. &lt;br /&gt;and to all you haters, AVATAR SUCKS! thats right, Im a motherflippin hypocrite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Sandra Bullock is a terrible actress!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3466278583911722305?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3466278583911722305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3466278583911722305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3466278583911722305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3466278583911722305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/03/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-319405012179828206</id><published>2010-03-09T15:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:18:55.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>TYRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://poponthepop.com/images/gallery/tyra-banks-bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 752px;" src="http://poponthepop.com/images/gallery/tyra-banks-bra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Tyra Banks at work today.&lt;br /&gt;I can officially say that I can die happy. Tyra frigging Banks told me that I had pretty eyes and bought cupcakes and lemonade from me. &lt;br /&gt;I take back everything I said about her looking like a tranny. That woman is beautiful. She looks great and she was wearing no makeup and sweats. Thats someone I admire. She may be two faced, but damn, she knows how to rock a pair of sweats and I accept her as my hero. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone who can wear sweat pants and not give a shit is good in my book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYRA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-319405012179828206?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/319405012179828206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=319405012179828206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/319405012179828206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/319405012179828206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/03/tyra.html' title='TYRA'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-1704756271726910550</id><published>2010-02-15T14:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:32:24.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Asshole</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is kinda old but it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, Josh Duhamal aka Fergie's bitch, came to our school and spoke in the auditorium to &lt;br /&gt;"Raise awareness for Haiti" &lt;br /&gt;Ok, sounds like a noble cause, however, the cheeky bastard just came to promote his new movie that was opening in theaters everywhere that Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, but that is an example of a fucking asshole. it made me so fucking mad. I sat there and listened to him go on about how he thought we needed to do all we could to donate to Haiti relief. "Oh yeah, and I have a movie coming out this Friday." &lt;br /&gt;What a fucking douche. Thats just so cheap. Hiding behind the cover of "helping" people when all you wanna do is help yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck yourself, Josh Duhamel. Thanks for being such a fucking asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-1704756271726910550?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1704756271726910550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=1704756271726910550' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1704756271726910550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1704756271726910550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/02/asshole.html' title='Asshole'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-1937014950224903192</id><published>2010-01-31T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:34:02.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan Cunt</title><content type='html'>Commercials Consist of a Problem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Film teach gave me an A++ on the piece of ass I managed to pass off as my commercial. Ithad minimal plot line, barely any artistic asthetic value, and my actors were dreadful. My teacher, the man I would like to adopt as my black father, boosted my self esteem by giving me a 97 on a project that should have been in the 50s. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would be an amazing film critic or film historian. I'm a literal film geek. I just get it. It's an art form that I understand. I suppose it comes from my years of experience watching brilliant master pieces like Mission Impossible and Dinotopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Max? Or should I say, Maxine." oh the brilliance of Ethan Cunt. Everyone in that movie has to talk really close together. Such a great screenplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they just had to ruin it with crap II and III. I hate that. Why would anyone want to destroy beauty and art with sequels!? It's like making a sequel to the Mona Lisa. Davicci would just not stand for it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-1937014950224903192?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1937014950224903192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=1937014950224903192' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1937014950224903192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1937014950224903192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/01/ethan-cunt.html' title='Ethan Cunt'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-6330190979213616841</id><published>2010-01-18T13:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:04:56.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the whole world is moving, and I'm standing still, I think it's time for everyone to just take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my current state of mind. Why doesn't everyone just chill and relax for like 5 minutes, or until everything just goes back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a terrible crisis like the one in Haiti, I wonder if any of this really matters!? Even with all the shit that's going on in my life right now, nothing compares to the horror that some are experiencing. I feel guity. While my trivial state of mind is causing me so much worry, what about the thoughts of the families of the people in Haiti? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could the world be so fucking selfish!!!??? Millions spent on broadcasting the Golden Globes, while across the ocean childen are stuck in the rubble of their ruined lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so fucking selfish!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-6330190979213616841?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6330190979213616841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=6330190979213616841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6330190979213616841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6330190979213616841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-whole-world-is-moving-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7925273983802895613</id><published>2009-12-31T18:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:58:29.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>2009 was pretty sweet. Sure it had it's ups and downs but overall a good year. Went by so fast. Except for those days when I had to sit in Economics for 2 hours, the year went by like lightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is going to be interesting. Full of changes but we' ll seee what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this decade be brighter than the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MaryJane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7925273983802895613?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7925273983802895613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7925273983802895613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7925273983802895613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7925273983802895613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-6156553898778032838</id><published>2009-12-30T23:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:06:31.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>ItBark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SzxbgP7ZYhI/AAAAAAAAATU/iYpWB6cLzmw/s1600-h/Ariel__s_Nightmare_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SzxbgP7ZYhI/AAAAAAAAATU/iYpWB6cLzmw/s320/Ariel__s_Nightmare_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421308661036835346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on the 15th and I dont know where im going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious...very curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-6156553898778032838?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6156553898778032838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=6156553898778032838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6156553898778032838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6156553898778032838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/itbark.html' title='ItBark'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SzxbgP7ZYhI/AAAAAAAAATU/iYpWB6cLzmw/s72-c/Ariel__s_Nightmare_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8523235566387058232</id><published>2009-12-29T21:43:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:22:30.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mari'/><title type='text'>Chickenlover F*cker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/aligator-attack-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 282px;" src="http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/aligator-attack-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/stupid-pics-161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 285px;" src="http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/stupid-pics-161.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random funny shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8523235566387058232?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8523235566387058232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8523235566387058232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8523235566387058232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8523235566387058232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/chickenlover-fcker.html' title='Chickenlover F*cker'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5685911662546034460</id><published>2009-12-28T20:12:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:07:11.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is literally disappearing around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home that I've lived in for the past 2 years is disappearing. Everything in the bathroom is gone, and in the kitchen. I am slowly panicking on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fucking scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tring to relax but everything around me is disappearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5685911662546034460?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5685911662546034460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5685911662546034460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5685911662546034460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5685911662546034460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-life-is-literally-disappearing.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5917873349303419844</id><published>2009-12-24T23:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:38:44.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone and I hope we can bring in the new year/ new decade with higher hopes for the future. I don't know about everyone else but next year is going to be huge for me.  I'm gunna start college and I'll be making my way towards adulthood...whatever the fuck that means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy times for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good luck for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5917873349303419844?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5917873349303419844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5917873349303419844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5917873349303419844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5917873349303419844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone-and-i-hope-we.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8466201711627889591</id><published>2009-12-24T20:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:32:00.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn YOUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SzRGfpUIWhI/AAAAAAAAATE/qZYgadzh_8E/s1600-h/lol-jesus-photos-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SzRGfpUIWhI/AAAAAAAAATE/qZYgadzh_8E/s200/lol-jesus-photos-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419033761113725458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SzRGfLswcxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8o5Z0U2f6RU/s1600-h/funny-random-tff-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SzRGfLswcxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8o5Z0U2f6RU/s200/funny-random-tff-19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419033753163952914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8466201711627889591?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8466201711627889591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8466201711627889591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8466201711627889591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8466201711627889591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn-yous.html' title='Damn YOUS!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SzRGfpUIWhI/AAAAAAAAATE/qZYgadzh_8E/s72-c/lol-jesus-photos-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3472639573527626620</id><published>2009-12-23T17:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:41:20.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophet Marijuanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Enemy of the goat</title><content type='html'>I was wondering how merpeople have sex. Guess what? They don't. &lt;br /&gt;They do it like fish.  The female lays the eggs and then the male fertilizes them. &lt;br /&gt;That...or a giant fish just rapes a human or the other way around. Most likely some kinky ass fish-rape is going on. &lt;br /&gt;Damn. That must hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3472639573527626620?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3472639573527626620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3472639573527626620' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3472639573527626620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3472639573527626620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/enemy-of-goat.html' title='Enemy of the goat'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8435562783319019669</id><published>2009-12-20T17:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:46:39.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My goal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/bar_refaeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 424px;" src="http://bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/bar_refaeli.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my dream body&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8435562783319019669?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8435562783319019669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8435562783319019669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8435562783319019669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8435562783319019669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-goal.html' title='My goal.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2958643774796141714</id><published>2009-12-20T11:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:46:16.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit monitor</title><content type='html'>A lot of shit going on right now, so I'm trying to focus on something else. I suppose weigt loss for the cruise in July. I need to have a spectacular bikini bod by that time. And If I don't start now I will be the fat American on he cruise. So now I gotta shape up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your head in the game. !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2958643774796141714?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2958643774796141714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2958643774796141714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2958643774796141714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2958643774796141714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/shit-monitor.html' title='Shit monitor'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4855456481115872206</id><published>2009-12-17T22:25:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:01:41.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music videos'/><title type='text'>Miz Apple</title><content type='html'>Music helps me to forget my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Apple is my god right now. I love anything and everything shes ever recorded and refuse to listen to anything that is not of the Apple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsVpYfX_IRc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsVpYfX_IRc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful junkiez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4855456481115872206?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4855456481115872206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4855456481115872206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4855456481115872206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4855456481115872206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/miz-apple.html' title='Miz Apple'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8756576556996661712</id><published>2009-12-17T01:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:45:31.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Execution of Smurfette...</title><content type='html'>American goverment is killing mr rite not. The second I think I know something I take a test and fail it. Never failed a test that wasn't math related. Oh shit. Fucking shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing really going on rite now except work and school. I'm trying to make as many blog posts as I possibly can before the end of the year. Expect minleas gibbering a and lots of YouTube vids. I'm trying to get to 400 posts. I'm at 361 now. 39 to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you, Im SMURFETTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamalakadingdong!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8756576556996661712?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8756576556996661712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8756576556996661712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8756576556996661712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8756576556996661712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/execution-of-smurfette.html' title='Execution of Smurfette...'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8727691261553949804</id><published>2009-12-14T00:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:36:12.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophet Marijuanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>the CSH--the new anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fI6e20i79EU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fI6e20i79EU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is what we call the CSH- Jesus never gave front hugs! he gave side hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8727691261553949804?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8727691261553949804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8727691261553949804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8727691261553949804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8727691261553949804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/csh-new-anthem.html' title='the CSH--the new anthem'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2175302831012225203</id><published>2009-12-14T00:04:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:09:54.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Xmas Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrV_rhPKpps/SwOGxMhrCEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/E2g83-qe-4s/s320/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrV_rhPKpps/SwOGxMhrCEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/E2g83-qe-4s/s320/Santa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is the best holiday of the year. Everyone can relate to christmas because its just there. It doesnt matter what religion you are, its the end of the year and you have to celebrate~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a sad and happy time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2175302831012225203?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2175302831012225203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2175302831012225203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2175302831012225203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2175302831012225203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-wishes.html' title='Xmas Wishes'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hrV_rhPKpps/SwOGxMhrCEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/E2g83-qe-4s/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-576529566741660662</id><published>2009-12-04T00:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:31:18.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Possum Suicides</title><content type='html'>Donated blood at the bi- annual blood drive at school today. I almost passed out... Ehehehe. It felt good to know that I could probably have saved a life with my pint and a half of blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-576529566741660662?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/576529566741660662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=576529566741660662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/576529566741660662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/576529566741660662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/possum-suicides.html' title='Possum Suicides'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2466284389336448705</id><published>2009-12-01T23:12:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:17:15.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adobataizumento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>ALYSHA darling</title><content type='html'>Now introducing the soon to be Disney pop princess diva/cash cow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYSHA JOHNSON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously. she's amazing....:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93ffd6f47383b0ca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93ffd6f47383b0ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331333754%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A0EB5A9C373DA9306EFD69D8923C24B57DCAB88.78B5EE751E271AC3991160287102E438AD6F7AAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93ffd6f47383b0ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrDRilULm-vxp37pMrrPhpwE0J-Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE ALYSHA JOHNSON FOR AMERICAN IDOL IN 2015!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2466284389336448705?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2466284389336448705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2466284389336448705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2466284389336448705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2466284389336448705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/alysha-darling.html' title='ALYSHA darling'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-9207427811146030331</id><published>2009-12-01T20:54:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:09:33.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Mole,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SxYuBGJFQSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fl1nkveeFUk/s1600-h/ObamaBarack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SxYuBGJFQSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fl1nkveeFUk/s200/ObamaBarack2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410562598695682338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Click for Epic Beauty**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President's  MOLE/ GROWTH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intriguing. I wish to study you. If I were to ever meet you, I would compare you to my special friend, Mr. MaryJane's Mole on her forehead. You two could talk and be BFFs. Then, I would try to keep you safe from Angela because she would take a pair of scissors and try to steal you for herself. Nasty little thiefs!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have composed a sonnet in in your honor; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mole, Mr. Mole&lt;br /&gt;You are so fine&lt;br /&gt;You sit on the behind&lt;br /&gt;    of my President's nose.&lt;br /&gt;As sweet as a rose. &lt;br /&gt;Even if you are sending more troops into Afghanistan,&lt;br /&gt;At least you dont listen to the Pan&lt;br /&gt;    the goat man (Dick Cheney)&lt;br /&gt;AND I can get affordable health care now. &lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;...I should get tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---by MaryJane Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-9207427811146030331?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9207427811146030331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=9207427811146030331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9207427811146030331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9207427811146030331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-mr-mole.html' title='Dear Mr. Mole,'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SxYuBGJFQSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fl1nkveeFUk/s72-c/ObamaBarack2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7288060405355183806</id><published>2009-11-28T17:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:03:31.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>こんな 事 好き じゃない。。。助けて。</title><content type='html'>grrrrrr....I hate those people who cause problems and then blame the innocent party. all of them are such motherfuckong idiots. Goddamnit. I know waaaaaay too many of them. Do I attract these morons with some delicious morons pharanomes on my body???? Shit. Hate those people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just venting. I have a hard time accepting idiots into my life. What hurts more is that there's no way for me to cut them out.....for the time being. Just 1 more week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;バカは大嫌い。。。でも しょうがない ね &gt;.&lt;. ぐうううう。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7288060405355183806?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7288060405355183806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7288060405355183806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7288060405355183806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7288060405355183806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='こんな 事 好き じゃない。。。助けて。'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2781254543698338189</id><published>2009-11-27T02:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:31:43.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>checking something</title><content type='html'>Testing to see what I can do with my new iPod touch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!??? Happy thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of the people who were worried about me(even tho there probably wasn't anyone) I had a great time with my best friend Lucky and her amazing family. Please call me when you get a chance. Meow.  Arf arch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2781254543698338189?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2781254543698338189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2781254543698338189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2781254543698338189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2781254543698338189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/11/checking-something.html' title='checking something'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2474033080589687846</id><published>2009-11-23T20:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:46:57.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moviez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>ALIENS IN THE GODDAMN CLOSET!!!!</title><content type='html'>IN my Film class in 6th period (this is the class where i sit by the uber sexy sexx man) , we've been watching the ALIENS movie, to study Sigourney Weaver's "reluctant hero" character. By the way, freakiest fucking movie EVER! Although, ALIEN was creepy, ALIENS was down right nasty. those damn aliens really scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we started talking about PREDATOR as well, among other sci-fi movies. Which got me thinking, why are Humans so anti-alien? I mean, in every science fiction story, humans visit planet, kills its inhabitants and take over planet. Why are aliens always painted in such a bad light? If they are crazy human-eating aliens, they must be exterminated, and if they are intelligent beings, they are not to be trusted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as most aliens are concerned the HUMANS are the intruders. So they're just doing what they naturally would do in a situation where their planet was being intruded upon by aliens (in this case humans). I don't know where all this alien hate came from. Peace and love, people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and aliens should just co-exists like they do in the Star Wars galaxy. Seems perfectly reasonable to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON:T HATE ON ALIENS!!! accept their differences. There is definitely more prejudice against aliens then there ever was towards gays or blacks or muslims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Obviously, in case you didn't catch that, this is all speculation. I don't actually know what aliens will be like, and I don't know (although I can probably guess) what the human reaction will be like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2474033080589687846?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2474033080589687846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2474033080589687846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2474033080589687846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2474033080589687846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/11/aliens-in-goddamn-closet.html' title='ALIENS IN THE GODDAMN CLOSET!!!!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8963453770854998576</id><published>2009-11-16T23:21:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:26:13.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>And now, for something completly different.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.neillemons.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/theater-masks-happy-sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://www.neillemons.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/theater-masks-happy-sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the lead in the Winter play!!!! My audition was hella amazing. Now to memorize lines.&lt;br /&gt;shit!&lt;br /&gt;I'm performing a scene from Ibsen's A Dolls House in a week and I am freaking out. &lt;br /&gt;I feel very at home when I'm on stage. I just get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8963453770854998576?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8963453770854998576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8963453770854998576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8963453770854998576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8963453770854998576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-now-for-something-completly.html' title='And now, for something completly different.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3986691588403588443</id><published>2009-11-16T23:18:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:21:17.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Pot de Creme</title><content type='html'>Its so nice living alone and not cleaning my room! I swear it has a therapeutic effect on my stressed brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are literally clothes, shoes, garbage, school projects, and plain old junk just lying everywhere in my room. I've already kind of started moving the disaster to the bathroom. next stop. kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love messes. I think it has some sort of childhood trauma connected to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peaceout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3986691588403588443?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3986691588403588443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3986691588403588443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3986691588403588443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3986691588403588443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolate-pot-de-creme.html' title='Chocolate Pot de Creme'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5900718448370010538</id><published>2009-11-11T09:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:07:46.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Veterans</title><content type='html'>TO all the brave men and women who sacrifice their lives for our country, And to all the people whose lives were taken away at Fort Hood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all heroes. god bless us everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5900718448370010538?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5900718448370010538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5900718448370010538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5900718448370010538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5900718448370010538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans.html' title='Veterans'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4003050924586181013</id><published>2009-11-09T21:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:03:04.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not want to watch that porno....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/phpimages/photoshop/0/0/6/1006_slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 415px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/phpimages/photoshop/0/0/6/1006_slide.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4003050924586181013?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4003050924586181013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4003050924586181013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4003050924586181013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4003050924586181013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-do-not-want-to-watch-that-porno.html' title='I do not want to watch that porno....'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4055839119808223724</id><published>2009-11-04T19:53:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:02:17.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>The Ministry of Silly Walks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thefanboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/david_bowie_labyrinth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 401px;" src="http://thefanboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/david_bowie_labyrinth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of these days, I will have you have your way with me, Mr. Bowie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swath of heaven, a breath of cologne&lt;br /&gt;Her mirror was a window she sat quite alone&lt;br /&gt;All aroung her the garden grew&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet and purple and crimson and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came and she looked and at last went away&lt;br /&gt;The garden was sealed when the flowers decayed&lt;br /&gt;On the wall of the garden, a legend did say&lt;br /&gt;"No one may come here, since no one may stay"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4055839119808223724?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4055839119808223724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4055839119808223724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4055839119808223724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4055839119808223724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/11/ministry-of-silly-walks.html' title='The Ministry of Silly Walks'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7118107274844450372</id><published>2009-11-02T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:02:26.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mari'/><title type='text'>smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Su_VRYSpu9I/AAAAAAAAASo/Fy3ve1S4ssQ/s1600-h/Photo+963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Su_VRYSpu9I/AAAAAAAAASo/Fy3ve1S4ssQ/s200/Photo+963.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399768972795689938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7118107274844450372?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7118107274844450372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7118107274844450372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7118107274844450372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7118107274844450372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/11/smile.html' title='smile!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Su_VRYSpu9I/AAAAAAAAASo/Fy3ve1S4ssQ/s72-c/Photo+963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4721879305151537048</id><published>2009-10-24T20:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:04:37.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Asian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nbc.com/Lipstick_Jungle/images/bios/bio_lindsay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.nbc.com/Lipstick_Jungle/images/bios/bio_lindsay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Linsay Price is so pretty~ and Asian**&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've been identifying more and more with being Asian. And its interesting that I've never felt like I was Asian until I came here. It was weird to be classified as Asian when my whole life I've been considered white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its also interesting that in Japan, although race was a big issue, it wasn't really something that was so in your face. Because most of the population is pure Japanese, there is a lot of under laying discrimination. But in America, its so in your face. EVery one is different here and people are classified in different categories. And the whole thing about racism is that it affects so many people. In Japan, you could make fun of Mexicans because you would never see any or didnt know any. Here, its different. In Japan, race is an idea. In America its real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im proud to be a minority. I like my Asian self, and I like my white self. Im not one or the other, I'm just both.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching way too much Tyra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4721879305151537048?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4721879305151537048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4721879305151537048' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4721879305151537048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4721879305151537048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/asian.html' title='Asian!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7543557368005487112</id><published>2009-10-19T22:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:56:39.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Beatniks are out to make it RICH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF1cpO2zgaU/SFXMkUtRGGI/AAAAAAAADYo/iyaRwettqdc/s320/Anne+Geddes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF1cpO2zgaU/SFXMkUtRGGI/AAAAAAAADYo/iyaRwettqdc/s320/Anne+Geddes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What troubles me most about these messed up families (i.e. John+Kate, Octomom, Balloon boy family) Is what kind of awful shit the children have to go through! Combined number of children of those 3 families is 8+14+3=25!!! THats like an army of poor helpless children that suffer at the hands of their fame-whoring parents. STOP HAVING SO MANY DAMN KIDS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I forgot about the Duggard family! That bitch has got to stop popping them out! 8+14+3+19!=44! WTF!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 children that will grow up and be forever know as being the children of "Those terrible people" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for Octomom's kids.!! THose poor babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Stop these fame-whores for the children's sake, and don't ever have that many kids! Don't have children because the world is already full of idiots and why would you want to hurt your poor little unborn baby by bringing it into this world!? Its worse than abortions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7543557368005487112?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7543557368005487112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7543557368005487112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7543557368005487112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7543557368005487112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/beatniks-are-out-to-make-it-rich.html' title='Beatniks are out to make it RICH!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF1cpO2zgaU/SFXMkUtRGGI/AAAAAAAADYo/iyaRwettqdc/s72-c/Anne+Geddes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4843240011333870782</id><published>2009-10-19T00:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:40:37.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Im a lumberjack</title><content type='html'>...and I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone on earth used credit cards to pay for things. Its so easy. I just swipe the thing though the machine and it gets money. With cash, I have to use math! What the hell is 4.38-3.23? I have no idea!!! next time you pay for something, remember the poor uneducated person behind the register, and think about how I can't do math, and whip out that credit card!! THey will thank you in heaven .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, must get back to studying the concept of the state of nature and Hobbesian vs. Lockean theories!!! DAMN ECONOMICS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4843240011333870782?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4843240011333870782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4843240011333870782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4843240011333870782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4843240011333870782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-lumberjack.html' title='Im a lumberjack'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8642193761334805087</id><published>2009-10-16T23:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:57:32.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>the face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Stlq07FIEWI/AAAAAAAAASg/Y_LzX7_G0Lg/s1600-h/Photo+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Stlq07FIEWI/AAAAAAAAASg/Y_LzX7_G0Lg/s200/Photo+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393459486197813602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my face. lick it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8642193761334805087?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8642193761334805087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8642193761334805087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8642193761334805087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8642193761334805087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/face.html' title='the face'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Stlq07FIEWI/AAAAAAAAASg/Y_LzX7_G0Lg/s72-c/Photo+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3764886358733825194</id><published>2009-10-16T22:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:00:53.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Your life is a polka dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilefoundry.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/chipotles-pair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.chilefoundry.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/chipotles-pair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTH PARK was right! Chipotle totally makes you crap blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**THose are chilis up there**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3764886358733825194?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3764886358733825194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3764886358733825194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3764886358733825194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3764886358733825194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-life-is-polka-dot.html' title='Your life is a polka dot'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-535817094792606175</id><published>2009-10-13T17:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:25:46.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Crows are Black</title><content type='html'>"If you cry, you will get wet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in the art room at school during lunch sometimes and the Christian Club meets there too. Its so funny listening to these guys read the Bible and sing and pray. So I asked them to try and convert me. The second I start asking questions, they freak out and pray for my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hilarious example of simple ignorance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha....Laugh out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-535817094792606175?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/535817094792606175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=535817094792606175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/535817094792606175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/535817094792606175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/crows-are-black.html' title='Crows are Black'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3344141199133050318</id><published>2009-10-08T23:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:10:16.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>1st Day</title><content type='html'>1st day at work. A fashionable LA restaurant/boutique literally 3 seconds away from my apartment!!! It was fun but it was really tiring. The my coworkers are really cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a song to brighten your sad little day!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVZkcS92j38&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVZkcS92j38&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3344141199133050318?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3344141199133050318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3344141199133050318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3344141199133050318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3344141199133050318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/1st-day.html' title='1st Day'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-226858719396616582</id><published>2009-10-04T19:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:23:23.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moviez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Shame on you Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jewishjournal.com/images/bloggers_auto/hollywood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.jewishjournal.com/images/bloggers_auto/hollywood.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Governator for having a slightly functioning brain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you brilliant filmmakers petitioning to pardon a rapist. Roman Polanski, however brilliant and artistic he may be, deserves to be punished for what he did. He is a disgusting pedophille rapist, who drugged a 13 year old girl and then raped her multiple times. He does not deserve any kind of pardon. &lt;br /&gt;"He's a brilliant guy, and he made a little mistake 32 years ago." is what one film maker said of Polanski! A LITTLE mistake!? Seriously? So it's ok to rape and drug underage girls-for that matter anyone-because it happened 32 years ago? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Forget it! Shame on you, Woody Allen, Martin Scorsese (I love you but how could you!?) , Adrien Brody, Brett Ratner and anyone else who is standing behind this pervert. His art and his pedophillic ways are two different things! One can't justify the other. Chinatown, Rosemary's Baby, and the Pianist are some of my favorite movies! But he still raped that girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Governator and I say OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!  &lt;br /&gt;NO MERCY FOR RAPISTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-226858719396616582?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/226858719396616582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=226858719396616582' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/226858719396616582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/226858719396616582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/shame-on-you-hollywood.html' title='Shame on you Hollywood'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2791305203760992519</id><published>2009-10-04T14:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:11:28.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Chesnut Park</title><content type='html'>THis one time I was being rebellious during "we dont go to school and have nothing better to do with our time but run around and climb trees" -time with mommy dearest, I decided to sleep out on the grass. I heard someone whistling trying to tickle my stomach and I screamed out "GET AWAY FROM ME MELINDA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out it was actually this little retarded kid. I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thot I'd share one of my retarded kid stories. I know Ang has a lot of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2791305203760992519?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2791305203760992519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2791305203760992519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2791305203760992519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2791305203760992519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/chesnut-park.html' title='Chesnut Park'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4245880311973910537</id><published>2009-10-04T01:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:57:21.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Gullibility...is that a word?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/8192860-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:432px; height: 600px;" src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/8192860-lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so gullible? I mean, isn't it in our nature to question our actions, so how can some people just follow so blindly to what their told? How can some people just...lead themselves to the slaughter house without stopping and saying "Wait a second, what the hell am I doing?" &lt;br /&gt; I question myself everyday, on almost every single thing that I do. Doesn't it bother you to think that some people are just so stupid that they can't even think for themselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the world sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4245880311973910537?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4245880311973910537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4245880311973910537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4245880311973910537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4245880311973910537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/gullibilityis-that-word.html' title='Gullibility...is that a word?'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2599788349701569453</id><published>2009-10-03T16:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:50:38.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>The Answer...</title><content type='html'>You think you have answers, but you really dont. No on does. Do not be fooled by the people who claim to know things. They dont.The only truth of life is that there is no truth. &lt;br /&gt; You make your own. You make your own answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2599788349701569453?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2599788349701569453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2599788349701569453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2599788349701569453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2599788349701569453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/10/answer.html' title='The Answer...'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-1056585539056215735</id><published>2009-09-28T17:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:07:56.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Ehehem...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mommy and Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here to attend my back-to-school night in October. I wish you could see how well I am doing in my classes and how much the teachers like/hate me. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-1056585539056215735?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1056585539056215735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=1056585539056215735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1056585539056215735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1056585539056215735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/ehehem.html' title='Ehehem...'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8580736304891977540</id><published>2009-09-28T13:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:06:40.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Gas prices vs. Coffee pricess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stefanitadio.com/uploaded_images/GasPrices-775858.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.stefanitadio.com/uploaded_images/GasPrices-775858.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people freaking out over gas prices!? What is it, like 4.99 a gallon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that people should be freaking out over the Starbucks coffee prices. Have you see how much it costs? $5.00 for a cup of coffee. How much do you think it costs a gallon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what your going to say "But we need oil for fuel" well! we need coffee to fuel our bodies! Even though we need petroleum to produce plastics and what not, with out the coffee keeping everyone alert, there wouldn't even be any of those products! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop moaning and groaning about gas prices. I bet you spend more money on coffee a week than you do on gas. Its just the politicians way of getting you to vote for them. They get you to get stomach ulcers from freaking out over oil, then when your not looking they make you invade iraq and afganistan for "oil" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8580736304891977540?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8580736304891977540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8580736304891977540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8580736304891977540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8580736304891977540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/gas-prices-vs-coffee-pricess.html' title='Gas prices vs. Coffee pricess'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8291876130400941289</id><published>2009-09-28T13:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:58:07.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Google = Big Brother</title><content type='html'>I have it under strictest confidence that Google is reading all of my emails. They know exactly when, where, and why I will be meeting Ethan Hunt later today for a secret rondevous...concerning Angela's barbie dolls. Why?? because I wrote an emai through gmail. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I noticed this today, and I might be the last to figure it out, but on the side bar to the right, there were these advertisements advertising exactly what I was saying in my email!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, I have come to the realization that Google is watching me. They even have satellites pointed at me in space. yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, how is it that they cant find certain individuals? such as Osama Bin Ladin? Can't google just use its awesome power rangers power to find that guy? STEVE JOBS TO THE RESCUE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8291876130400941289?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8291876130400941289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8291876130400941289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8291876130400941289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8291876130400941289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/google-big-brother.html' title='Google = Big Brother'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7668962165284076396</id><published>2009-09-27T18:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:31:07.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mari'/><title type='text'>Do not stand at my grave and weep</title><content type='html'>...I am not there I do not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I ever get myself into a situation where you will have to "pull the plug" or should I suffer severe brain damage. Please do not hesitate to pull the plug, I will want you to.&lt;br /&gt;Also, please donate ALL of my organs to deserving people. Do not give my precious organs to people who got to the top of the list because they are rich. If the recipient is rich, they are undeserving of my innerds. Make sure to track where my heart goes. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly Yours, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryJane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is my mini will...I'm in a dark mood)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7668962165284076396?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7668962165284076396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7668962165284076396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7668962165284076396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7668962165284076396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep.html' title='Do not stand at my grave and weep'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3157922792238227655</id><published>2009-09-27T15:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:48:19.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Sr_rWNd5IPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6IWEvpAFYuY/s1600-h/graph-of-skin-cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Sr_rWNd5IPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6IWEvpAFYuY/s200/graph-of-skin-cancer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386282446163091698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My OAOM - "ONE AND ONLY MOLE"&lt;br /&gt;...probably the only thing that I'm afraid of. I am terrified of cancer treatment. Its not the dying thats the scary part. It's that it takes monthes of suffering to get there. If anyone in my family got cancer (or if I got it) it would kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, pretty much everything will give you cancer. The sun, plastic, Macdonalds, the microwave, medicine, pretty much everything. I was freaking out a couple of monthes ago because I got a suspicious mole on my back after an hour in the sun. I couldn't sleep for days because it looked like a malignant cancer mole!!!&lt;br /&gt;1 in 4 women in America are diagnosed with breast cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a note to my dearly  beloved: don't live your life in fear of cancer. Pretty much we're all fucked in the cancer department. But if it does happen, just know that I have your back. Stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3157922792238227655?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3157922792238227655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3157922792238227655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3157922792238227655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3157922792238227655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Sr_rWNd5IPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6IWEvpAFYuY/s72-c/graph-of-skin-cancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-9101450199928088577</id><published>2009-09-25T00:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:03:29.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.watershed.co.uk/news/us_vs_john_lennon/john_and_yoko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.watershed.co.uk/news/us_vs_john_lennon/john_and_yoko.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down. v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-9101450199928088577?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9101450199928088577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=9101450199928088577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9101450199928088577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9101450199928088577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7960102353620007203</id><published>2009-09-25T00:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:55:13.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 GLEE</title><content type='html'>Its just fun an stupid!&lt;br /&gt;an they do cool stuff like this!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQrR7nlYc98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQrR7nlYc98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped off my idea of Martin dancing to it on the front lawn. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7960102353620007203?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7960102353620007203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7960102353620007203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7960102353620007203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7960102353620007203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-3-glee.html' title='I &lt;3 GLEE'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5143245789442167928</id><published>2009-09-25T00:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:44:17.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>LEAVE OBAMA ALONE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewashingtonnote.com/barack%20obama%20twn%20300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 405px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.thewashingtonnote.com/barack%20obama%20twn%20300.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute!~&lt;br /&gt;The following is an exerpt from a report I turned in yesterday:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Why are you all hating on Obama? Seriously, how has he ever harmed you!? He's done nothing but try to make America a better nation!!!&lt;br /&gt; First of all, he is not socializing the government. And all you Rush Limbaugh listeners out there, Obama is changing America and if you can't deal with it, go hibernate in Mexico. &lt;br /&gt; This whole debate about health care is ridiculous! Death panels? Socialism? Marxism? Really? Are you deaf, or just plain stupid? Do you even understand his policy on Health care reform? Have you heard his proposition, because I heard it and I didn't hear a single word of socialism or marxism. &lt;br /&gt; Have you ever thought that making an investment for health care now will benefit us in the future? and Yeah you'll possibly pay more taxes, but who cares? You'll be happy and healthy and what really matters beides that? &lt;br /&gt;I personally love the idea of a public option. Competition for the private businesses will do everyone good. &lt;br /&gt;And stop hating on Obama because he's black and uber sexy! And better yet, flip the channel to Anderson Cooper and get more doses of sexiness and smartness! SEXY OVERLOAD!&lt;br /&gt;Actually I figured out what the conspiracy behind Obama's majorness and realized the unevitable!!! He IS the ANTICHRIST and...wait for it, but he's controlled by Jay-Z and Beyonce. They control the earth. Listen to "Run this Town" backwords and the words of the prophet will be revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Srx0CTzwblI/AAAAAAAAASI/HDM5As8eqEE/s1600-h/beyonce-jayz-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Srx0CTzwblI/AAAAAAAAASI/HDM5As8eqEE/s320/beyonce-jayz-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385306837454188114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; doi?!~&lt;br /&gt; I'm actually serious about that! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have turned that in, had it not been too contraversial and revealing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5143245789442167928?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5143245789442167928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5143245789442167928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5143245789442167928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5143245789442167928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/leave-obama-alone.html' title='LEAVE OBAMA ALONE!!!!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Srx0CTzwblI/AAAAAAAAASI/HDM5As8eqEE/s72-c/beyonce-jayz-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2377362248342522232</id><published>2009-09-24T20:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:57:09.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hottness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Pretty People</title><content type='html'>Woah, how annoying is it when fortunate people complain about what they have. Sure, its in everyone's nature to want to be unhappy because being unhappy is easy!! But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when celebrities talk about the hardships of being a billionaire. "I'm chased around all day by paparrazzi! Sooo much pressure! I'm shriveling!!!" Oh please, shut the hell up and go get plastic surgery or something!&lt;br /&gt;Or when rich people complain about their problems, or worse when they complain about how poor people make their lives "difficult"! &lt;br /&gt;But the worst by far is when good looking people talk about the hardships of being beautiful! Its the worst because we all know a good looking person or two who complain about their "flaws" &lt;br /&gt;somebody call the waaaaa-mbulance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING!!!! This video will make you depressed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bd4Gpi9ksXw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bd4Gpi9ksXw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2377362248342522232?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2377362248342522232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2377362248342522232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2377362248342522232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2377362248342522232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-people.html' title='Pretty People'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-6235773490248528099</id><published>2009-09-19T00:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:21:19.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Mail Order Bride</title><content type='html'>Someone please ship me to russia so I can be united with this man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SrSGXnoICLI/AAAAAAAAASA/Q3A-9isl4_Y/s1600-h/putin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SrSGXnoICLI/AAAAAAAAASA/Q3A-9isl4_Y/s400/putin.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383075194946980018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our eHarmony profiles are a perfect match!!! and he is totally sexy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-6235773490248528099?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6235773490248528099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=6235773490248528099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6235773490248528099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6235773490248528099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/mail-order-bride.html' title='Mail Order Bride'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SrSGXnoICLI/AAAAAAAAASA/Q3A-9isl4_Y/s72-c/putin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7205285322821646742</id><published>2009-09-14T20:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:25:44.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Sq8JMrttRSI/AAAAAAAAARw/UkBtPyHKWsA/s1600-h/adore_vinyl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Sq8JMrttRSI/AAAAAAAAARw/UkBtPyHKWsA/s320/adore_vinyl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381530193228547362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sometimes depressing to see everything I don't like about myself. &lt;br /&gt;(fat neck, double chin, small boobs, flat nose, squinty eyes, big cheeks, etc. etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I look at Sharon and how pretty she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGAAAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't the genes distributed evenly? Why would one sister be extremely gorgeous and the others....well the others be less than mediocre!!!??? Damn stem cells. This is all your fault. If only you have been made into pretty cells during differentiation, I would be a beautiful princess. I hate you stem cells. You cant even do good things like growing organs in a petri dish. The only good you serve is taking the skin from my ass and putting it on my face. How could you not have simply thought of just becoming pretty cells? &lt;br /&gt;A pox on you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why life's not fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7205285322821646742?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7205285322821646742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7205285322821646742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7205285322821646742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7205285322821646742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/jeans.html' title='Jeans'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Sq8JMrttRSI/AAAAAAAAARw/UkBtPyHKWsA/s72-c/adore_vinyl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2743206426090970184</id><published>2009-09-03T21:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:50:51.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>The Blind leading the Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SqCqsXPEMSI/AAAAAAAAARg/j6tPF3wJKVo/s1600-h/Your_Name_in_Light_by_ahermin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SqCqsXPEMSI/AAAAAAAAARg/j6tPF3wJKVo/s320/Your_Name_in_Light_by_ahermin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377485634208543010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Recently, I've lost faith in mankind. It's strange. In my AP Economics class with Mr. Hinojosa (who by the by is mucho sexy!) I realized that everything we put ourselves through is so petty. It really means nothing. We just all have to abide by the "rules" set up by people from generations before us.  I mean, every single decision that's made today is all compared to an idea of what is socially acceptable. &lt;br /&gt; It's depressing. &lt;br /&gt; Everyone has to base their entire life off of what everyone else is doing. It's sad to think that I have to seek a higher education in order to get a higher paying job in order to provide for my family. Not because I want it to be that way, but because some person billions of years ago decided that that was the way it's going to be. &lt;br /&gt; Life would be just fine if everyone just made their own decisions based on the options that nature has given us. But thanks to mankind, my beautiful earth is fucked to hell and there's no going back.&lt;br /&gt; It's just so hard for me to understand the rational behind all it. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thankfully, I've devised a plan of an alternative lifestyle. When I'm finally fed up with all you people, I'm moving away to a rain forrest somewhere where I will live in simplicity the way nature intended human beings to.  People who complain about life being so complicated, guess what? You brought it on yourself. You decided to be void of personality and run with the flow of society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2743206426090970184?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2743206426090970184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2743206426090970184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2743206426090970184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2743206426090970184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/09/blind-leading-blind.html' title='The Blind leading the Blind'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SqCqsXPEMSI/AAAAAAAAARg/j6tPF3wJKVo/s72-c/Your_Name_in_Light_by_ahermin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3155718537964561520</id><published>2009-08-31T23:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:53:18.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>マザー・ファッカーズ！！</title><content type='html'>I found this new thing on my computer that has ひらがな , カタカナ , and 僕学。&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe how much Japanese I've forgotten. There's no one to speak Japanese to here!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ザンネンだよ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3155718537964561520?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3155718537964561520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3155718537964561520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3155718537964561520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3155718537964561520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='マザー・ファッカーズ！！'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5342749267451114461</id><published>2009-08-27T19:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:45:28.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>How do people even tolerate having children? I mean, besides being something to love, and being cute children don't bring come with any benefits. The only thing children do is cost money, and once you spoil them rotten, they are little brats until they leave home and never write. &lt;br /&gt;(Not speaking from experience) &lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying that kids are such a tiresome routine that people feel like they HAVE to endure. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always a woman's nature to feel like they are obliged to have children? Of course, its evolutional, and a species fitness depends on their ability or inability to reproduce. But seeing as our human species is already widely overpopulated...I mean our earth is bursting with billions of humans...shouldn't our human nature work in reverse. It would be better for the earth if we stopped popping our millions of babies every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess it is so deeply engrained into our minds since we are children to have babies, with dolls and other family molds, but still. A truly unselfish thing would be not to have babies. There are only a few reasons why people have babies. To fill some kind of hole, or they couldn't help it. But come on, aren't there enough suffering children on earth without having selfish women trying to have babies of their own? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely against all artificial insemination, surrogacy, in-vitro fertilization, and embryo transfers. Why don't you do the world a favor and not have children once in a while??? please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5342749267451114461?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5342749267451114461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5342749267451114461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5342749267451114461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5342749267451114461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-6024739290549883151</id><published>2009-08-27T01:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:26:53.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SpZDKn0VUGI/AAAAAAAAARY/dwg090yNCaQ/s1600-h/479b0780e4c79dba395c5bd72da60f48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SpZDKn0VUGI/AAAAAAAAARY/dwg090yNCaQ/s320/479b0780e4c79dba395c5bd72da60f48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374557055079501922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the creepy twins from the Shining. I love that movie***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is already over, and I am so ready to get back into school. Somehow, doing nothing does get old, and I miss waking up at 5:30 AM. &lt;br /&gt;This year, my senior year and final year of high school will be tragically awesome!!! I cant believe that I have to leave high school already. I just got here for christssake! I feel like I'm just getting started and I need at least 2 more years of high school to complete it. Too bad...I have to grow up and be more like an adult. I hate you, society. But being a senior will be amazing. Not to mention how chill the teachers will be with me, not that I ever take any of their bullshit. but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will be studying hard in:&lt;br /&gt;-English Lit and Composition 7./8&lt;br /&gt;-Physiology&lt;br /&gt;-Geometry 3/4 :(&lt;br /&gt;-Ap Government and Economics :))&lt;br /&gt;-Film/ Cinema analysis &lt;br /&gt;-TAW!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Studio Art&lt;br /&gt;-Business Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a 100 more classes than what a regular senior usually takes. But knowledge and education is a privilege that should not be taken for granted!!!! Never I tell you! I have to take advantage of all the free education I can while I can before its off to college. &lt;br /&gt;But for right now, I need to go to Target and Staples for all my back to school shit. Be happy for me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-6024739290549883151?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6024739290549883151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=6024739290549883151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6024739290549883151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6024739290549883151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SpZDKn0VUGI/AAAAAAAAARY/dwg090yNCaQ/s72-c/479b0780e4c79dba395c5bd72da60f48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-9115066832888293663</id><published>2009-08-20T00:32:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:48:26.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>You NEVER give me your money.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a certain someone, my hair is a colorful disaster. My roots are still dirty blonde, and the rest of my hair is a split end crazy fest. But in retrospect, I did screw up her hair with that candy apple red hair. I would give anything to have that hair! it was cool. But I've decided to stick with my normal hair. No more hair dying sessions, i am going hippie chic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im also perfecting my dance skillz! awwww no! white girl from da hood, say what??? ya, the solja boy and claire delilah is step up 2 the streets. gangsta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra has given me new found inspiration! Study hard, get in shape, learn guitar, and get into a good college. All for the next school year! WIsh me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Word on the street, God is dead. pass it on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.irfwp.org/content/archives/nietzsche.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.irfwp.org/content/archives/nietzsche.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me, xoxo....yeah, fuck you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and im back in LA. trick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-9115066832888293663?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9115066832888293663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=9115066832888293663' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9115066832888293663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/9115066832888293663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-never-give-me-your-money.html' title='You NEVER give me your money.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3240993710465853400</id><published>2009-08-17T00:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:04:57.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Google Earth</title><content type='html'>Did you know that on Google Earth you can look at any location in Satellite view and also look at it in street view. You can literally look at any address in picture form!! it's brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Very Antichrist, very awesome! I mean look!!! Sugoi!!! I can stalk anyone!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="240" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/sv?cbp=12,195.19,,0,4.37&amp;amp;cbll=35.693444,139.581714&amp;amp;panoid=&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;gl=us"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=2-30-11+mitaka-shi+inokashira,+tokyo+,+japan&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=37.410045,69.785156&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;spn=37.410045,69.785156&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;amp;cbll=35.693444,139.581714&amp;amp;panoid=JrF16Kb1pUY3lWVqrDdEXw&amp;amp;cbp=12,195.19,,0,4.37" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3240993710465853400?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3240993710465853400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3240993710465853400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3240993710465853400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3240993710465853400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/08/google-earth.html' title='Google Earth'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3941707984878282872</id><published>2009-08-16T13:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:07:21.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Grrrrrrawwwd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Soh0_AKxdPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yAE2LDQtm30/s1600-h/2323_by_burcumbaygut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Soh0_AKxdPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yAE2LDQtm30/s320/2323_by_burcumbaygut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370671181365081330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people tell me to get out of the house. They're all like, "you've been in the house too long! go outside!" &lt;div&gt;oh please. I have my reasons for being inside the house and its my fucking vacation. I should be able to decide whether I want to watch tv or go outside and eat fucking snickers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I"m just mad because the person who said this, was someone I dont even know. stay out of my business Niki! pleeaase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm so pissed, im going to have to take my computer, and head on over to Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess people just like it when I am outside, although, I have no idea why they fucking care so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3941707984878282872?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3941707984878282872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3941707984878282872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3941707984878282872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3941707984878282872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/08/grrrrrrawwwd.html' title='Grrrrrrawwwd!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/Soh0_AKxdPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yAE2LDQtm30/s72-c/2323_by_burcumbaygut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-1816478870563808011</id><published>2009-08-10T00:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:55:30.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Hollywood Bowl</title><content type='html'>Patton + friends, Sharon, and I all went to the Hollywood Bowl for a concert! fucking awesome! I love that place. &lt;div&gt;It was all reggae music so I couldn't get that into it, but it was fuuuun. Beers, munchies and chinese, make for a great musical experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Huge amphitheater filled with reggae loving hippies smoking pot. if Sharon wasn't there I would have had myself some maryjane. damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm planing going to see the Killers there next month!!!! oooodelali! how exciting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-1816478870563808011?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1816478870563808011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=1816478870563808011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1816478870563808011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1816478870563808011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/08/hollywood-bowl.html' title='Hollywood Bowl'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3318510169108685309</id><published>2009-08-04T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:56:03.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmn</title><content type='html'>Ang dyed her hair candy red and Im pissed off because her hair is cooler than mine...grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3318510169108685309?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3318510169108685309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3318510169108685309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3318510169108685309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3318510169108685309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmn.html' title='Hmn'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8020496079848572989</id><published>2009-07-24T12:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:27:40.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hottness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>ICHIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;~Ichiro san, yoru wa anata no yume o shimasu~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2004/baseball/mlb/09/04/bc.bba.mariners.whiteso.ap/p1_ichiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 410px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2004/baseball/mlb/09/04/bc.bba.mariners.whiteso.ap/p1_ichiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichiro has always been really sexy in my mind. He was probably the only pro-athlete that I ever knew of  besides Beckham). &lt;div&gt;But Ichiro Suzuki is a serious item of national pride!! That man is an  god in Japan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just saw him on TV and I remembered how much I liked him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn sexy piece of ass right there! And right before he gets ready to swing, he pulls his sleeve back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no Japanese man that is sexier than Ichiro (well, maybe the Oyakatasama is sexier, with his magnificent chola eyebrows!) but still, Ichiro is so fine~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8020496079848572989?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8020496079848572989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8020496079848572989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8020496079848572989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8020496079848572989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/07/ichiro.html' title='ICHIRO'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-2295926200620323433</id><published>2009-07-19T18:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:37:23.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Crunchy Frog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmPIUZhGKAI/AAAAAAAAARI/orWuZW1TRIw/s1600-h/Red_eyed_tree_frog_by_Coreyhayeshkh.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmPIUZhGKAI/AAAAAAAAARI/orWuZW1TRIw/s320/Red_eyed_tree_frog_by_Coreyhayeshkh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348234273662978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;"As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness." ~Henry David Thoreau~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;chew on that crunchy frog, why dont you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-2295926200620323433?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2295926200620323433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=2295926200620323433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2295926200620323433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/2295926200620323433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/07/crunchy-frog.html' title='Crunchy Frog.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmPIUZhGKAI/AAAAAAAAARI/orWuZW1TRIw/s72-c/Red_eyed_tree_frog_by_Coreyhayeshkh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-6691645000947609018</id><published>2009-07-17T19:26:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:37:38.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Loca Camera Whore.</title><content type='html'>After everyone ditched me...I was bored and when photobooth crazy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmEzMZznP0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Rcwa0jsYiYE/s1600-h/Photo+879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmEzMZznP0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Rcwa0jsYiYE/s200/Photo+879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359621319726415682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my Baby Jesus and Mother MaryJane&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmEzr_-VpgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CBvBsf_TEbg/s1600-h/Photo+881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmEzr_-VpgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CBvBsf_TEbg/s200/Photo+881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359621862547891714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Biting-Cheeks syndrome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmEz0Kd8DmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TricKW_C0jA/s1600-h/Photo+882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmEz0Kd8DmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TricKW_C0jA/s200/Photo+882.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359622002803740258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sexs on daikon-ashi!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmEz-UFTpDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2DUwpFe-n-A/s1600-h/Photo+883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmEz-UFTpDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2DUwpFe-n-A/s200/Photo+883.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359622177183474738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just for Princess Angel &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmE0JNHGDdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/werzuN_GRIQ/s1600-h/Photo+884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmE0JNHGDdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/werzuN_GRIQ/s200/Photo+884.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359622364290485714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm willing LORD!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmE0SdKi4wI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4oryEIct-i4/s1600-h/Photo+885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmE0SdKi4wI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4oryEIct-i4/s200/Photo+885.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359622523218748162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Kiss me you fooL!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmE0a4nSn3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CkyXAXiOpo4/s1600-h/Photo+886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmE0a4nSn3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CkyXAXiOpo4/s200/Photo+886.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359622668026027890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nobody expects the Spanish inquisition!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on further note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTL LOL, Praise the lord Lots of Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-6691645000947609018?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6691645000947609018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=6691645000947609018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6691645000947609018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/6691645000947609018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/07/loca-camera-whore.html' title='Loca Camera Whore.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmEzMZznP0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Rcwa0jsYiYE/s72-c/Photo+879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8435925308379658657</id><published>2009-07-17T15:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:49:04.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophet Marijuanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>My Flawed Japan...*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Why didn't any of the teachers at Go-sho and many other schools disagree with us performing for the students? Our entire show was preaching! Doesn't Japan have some Constitutional thing separating Church and State in some way? I know for a fact that they do. How could those teachers, and even those students not be disturbed by the stories of Jesus and the "true meaning of Christmas" and all that bullshit???&lt;br /&gt; Mary had some kind of English teaching gig at our school, which means she must have been getting payed by governmental money from the schools budget. Yet there she was, preaching away to helpless little Japanese kids. How could HORIKOSHI sensei stand for such non sense. &lt;br /&gt; I remember dancing one christmas and creepy Ishii kochousensei with the creepy grin was standing right there through the whole 50 minutes class where we did chi-bi chan, and Mary did a whole preachy bit. How could that not have felt wrong to his conservative mind??&lt;br /&gt;I know that if any hired teacher did that at my school I would have no shame in ripping them another asshole. I would be very disturbed if I were a parent and my tax payer's money was being funneled into some person (without a sufficient education...a high school drop out, very likely an illegal immigrant, and didn't even have the proper credentials to teach children) who would then bring her uneducated children to preach some bullshit religion. &lt;br /&gt; I can't even imagine WHY any school system would allow that? even in the slightly reformed Tokyo. &lt;br /&gt; At the time I would never have thought about such a thing, and I haven't in years...but then all of a sudden I realized how uncomfortable it must have been for all those teachers to stand by and watch as my own father, other questionable participants, and I beat down their entire nations constitutional rules. &lt;br /&gt; I am partially amazed at our own stupidity, and the stupidity of the teachers, but mostly I'm amazed at the Japanese society and traditions that demands that their citizens not react in any way to a disturbance. Their own systems tells them to politely stand by and watch as foreigners attempt to convert the children.&lt;br /&gt; Such a shame...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8435925308379658657?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8435925308379658657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8435925308379658657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8435925308379658657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8435925308379658657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-flawed-japansigh.html' title='My Flawed Japan...*sigh*'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5686347751902764705</id><published>2009-07-16T19:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:00:28.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Oooh the pain of rejection and Abandonment.</title><content type='html'>I'm normally a very tough girl. I've had a fairly unique life with it's own ups and mostly downs. Therefore I know how to handle myself in teary situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dunno, something about being rejected and abandoned seriously gets to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans to go see Harry Potter with some of my closest friends. And, because I haven't seen them in a while, I was really really looking forward to it (plus the possibility of see Voldie Voldemortis totally got me excited!!). They of course HAD to flake on me because their oh so pressing lives just needed their extreme attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, fuck you, but still, Im fine. Things like this happen all the time I'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Alysha's birthday on Saturday, but I'm not really going to be able to see her, so I decided to make a cake for her, Sharon says she's coming over. So I make an exquisite "Molten Chocolate Cake with a Raspberry Glaze served with a Dollop of Whip cream" one of my own creations, and stick a pizza in the oven. &lt;br /&gt; I'm laying out on the pool when Sharon calls me three hours later to tell me that they aren't going to make it.  Seriously? Well of course I try to stay cool, the calm and collected person that I am...but that really hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I kinda lost it. Here I was, Abandoned by 4+ people, with a massive Molten Chocolate Cake with a Raspberry Glaze served with a Dollop of Whip cream and a large pizza, feeling utterly heart broken. I guess when your rejected by the people that are closest to you it hurts more. That, and the pain of not being able to see Dumbledore and Voldemort get it on in I-fucking-MAX!!!!&lt;br /&gt; I'm not that tough, especially when it comes to people I love leaving me. Ooooh the issues with rejection, abandonment, commitment, and the list goes on and on and on and...seriously, will the fucking list ever stop!!!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sucks. Whatever. Those bitches can rot in hell while I feast on Molten Chocolate Cake with a Raspberry Glaze served with a Dollop of Whip Cream for all I care....I know...eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least I ate OUTSIDE!!!! buwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a sexy pic of VOLDEMORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42431000/jpg/_42431698_voldemort_imagenet_gall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 416px; height: 300px;" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42431000/jpg/_42431698_voldemort_imagenet_gall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DUMBLEDORE COMETH!!!!"...can someone draw a penis for him?? He looks hungry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5686347751902764705?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5686347751902764705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5686347751902764705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5686347751902764705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5686347751902764705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/07/oooh-pain-of-rejection-and-abandonment.html' title='Oooh the pain of rejection and Abandonment.'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3073718881277032673</id><published>2009-07-12T10:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:01:07.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Dog Sitting</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for Tatiana's today. Dog sitting for a whole month with every luxury I could possibly need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've packed up all my shit and I'm amusing myself with singing Donovan songs to the tune of "Zachius was a wee little man..." weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I;m leaving and it's going to be so goooood!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3073718881277032673?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3073718881277032673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3073718881277032673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3073718881277032673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3073718881277032673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-sitting.html' title='Dog Sitting'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-1381168013425209682</id><published>2009-06-30T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:09:30.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>yay!!! in 2 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then July 4th be crazy ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-1381168013425209682?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1381168013425209682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=1381168013425209682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1381168013425209682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/1381168013425209682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/06/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-8147239899948076079</id><published>2009-06-28T23:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:49:47.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Mi-ho-eH-ho</title><content type='html'>My darling Alysha doesn't believe me when I tell her I don't have stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;She also doesn't believe me when I tell her I've been performing on stage (although to the greatest of my embarrassment) since i was like 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes starring in a production of the Music Man. I'm trying to help her get the part of Professor Harold Hill because having the role of a man on stage is one of the most rewarding parts of being a performer. Its about the complete and ultimate performance.&lt;br /&gt;I should know this because I've never got to be a woman in anything that I've ever done (MELINDA AND KAREN!! VENGEANCE SHALL BE MINE YOU TINY LITTLE GIRLS!!! JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE SMALLER THAN ME YOU GOT TO BE THE PRINCESS OR THE VIRGIN MARY, WELL GUESS WHAT? fuck it, you guys didnt get any lines! so there! put that in your juice box and suck on it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the roles of KNIGHT, JOSEPH, and BLIND BOY have gone into my resume, oh, not to mention the spectacular voice over work that I've done as JULIAN (or pubescent chibi-lover) and I am happy to say, I actually got lines!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though Alysha wants to be Madame Librarian, I have to keep reminding her that Marian only gets a few lines...and like one Beatles song. No, Harold Hill is the name to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now go into a corner and try to forget the deadfull dancing outfits that we spent hours looking for in Shibuya (hem hem, thanks to a certain someone...and MELINDA!!! WHy DID YOU KEEP STEPPING ON HER SHOES!!!) I shall try to right the wrongs of my childhood-pink frills and camel toe granny pants, with sparkling black "angel" wing shirts that were too small and did nothing to boost my already beaten down self esteem while dancing next to vesna and MELINDA!!!) grrr... thanks Amanda for sharing in similar body types (even though you had bigger knockers) . I never would have made it without you. sob, sob,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer really is turning me into a crazy person! teehee. :D MELINDA! I have a score to settle with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SkhxYd-nW0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/zj-lx-WmNTY/s1600-h/P1140079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SkhxYd-nW0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/zj-lx-WmNTY/s200/P1140079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352652822307887938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you better work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SkhxtEwuIxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/DGs42x_yTm0/s1600-h/Me+and+Amanda+nO+hAIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SkhxtEwuIxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/DGs42x_yTm0/s200/Me+and+Amanda+nO+hAIR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352653176315978514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were fat and proud, and we didnt even need TYRA! those were the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-8147239899948076079?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8147239899948076079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=8147239899948076079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8147239899948076079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/8147239899948076079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-ho-eh-ho.html' title='Mi-ho-eH-ho'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SkhxYd-nW0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/zj-lx-WmNTY/s72-c/P1140079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-3573609684641424024</id><published>2009-06-28T01:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:42:28.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moviez'/><title type='text'>The Hangover</title><content type='html'>THE BEST COMEDY OF THE CENTURY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAHAH! it was sooo good. go see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-3573609684641424024?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3573609684641424024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=3573609684641424024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3573609684641424024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/3573609684641424024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/06/hangover.html' title='The Hangover'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-4298292548514980504</id><published>2009-06-27T18:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:19:19.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hottness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>While my Guitar doesn't Weep because it has a heart of stone!!</title><content type='html'>...I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping &lt;br /&gt;I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and i am dreadfully bored! ANG!! I cant wait for you to come here. Everything will be fine once you come~~&lt;br /&gt;At least its not that hot, compared to last year when I was burning up from the inside...and not because I had herpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im bored. and everyone is in fucking summer school.&lt;br /&gt;How retarded is summer school!? On the one time that you have to be away from school, children deliberately go...it makes no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people just don't know how to survive without school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Joey, I wish I could see him and make him make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get enough of Fleetood Mac's Dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-4298292548514980504?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4298292548514980504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=4298292548514980504' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4298292548514980504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/4298292548514980504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/06/while-my-guitar-doesnt-weep-because-it.html' title='While my Guitar doesn&apos;t Weep because it has a heart of stone!!'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-5227230974728450553</id><published>2009-06-26T19:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:42:57.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>I've changed my mind</title><content type='html'>Instead of wanting to be a fire engine when I grow up, I've decided that i want to be STEVIE NICKS instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/vintageclothing/1/0/e/-/-/-/74285121stevie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 594px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/vintageclothing/1/0/e/-/-/-/74285121stevie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is my definitions of female empowerment. Incredibly talented, and surviving in a male driven business. &lt;br /&gt;I simple love her and everything that she is.&lt;br /&gt;So watch out, I WILL be the next stevie nicks, even though I'm probably tone deaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-5227230974728450553?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5227230974728450553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=5227230974728450553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5227230974728450553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/5227230974728450553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-changed-my-mind.html' title='I&apos;ve changed my mind'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-929031048137373097</id><published>2009-06-25T23:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:55:50.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>-Guys my age like slutty girls, which I am not&lt;br /&gt;Thus is the irony that surrounds my life....oh you fucked up boys. Grow a pair, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tyra has taught me not to go after boys who are douchebags, even if they are extremely yummy.&lt;br /&gt; ...okay, but that leaves...no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the conclusion that High school boys (the ones I go to school with) are waaay to immature for me to waste my time on. Sadly unlike in the movies, there are no 30 year olds pretending to be high schoolers. If only my school was like Degrassi or something. &lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, theres tons of hot guys, they are just all fucking losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtv, I don;t really give a shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-929031048137373097?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/929031048137373097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=929031048137373097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/929031048137373097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/929031048137373097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7328531141816211346</id><published>2009-06-23T23:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:02:25.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>ROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eltoroweakly.com/images/ror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 383px;" src="http://www.eltoroweakly.com/images/ror.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racist, but i cant help raffing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7328531141816211346?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7328531141816211346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7328531141816211346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7328531141816211346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7328531141816211346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/06/ror.html' title='ROR'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344312.post-7301182841229977655</id><published>2009-06-23T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:56:09.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Systemites</title><content type='html'>They are not worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuf said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344312-7301182841229977655?l=unconcious-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7301182841229977655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344312&amp;postID=7301182841229977655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7301182841229977655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344312/posts/default/7301182841229977655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconcious-quest.blogspot.com/2009/06/systemites.html' title='Systemites'/><author><name>MaryJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964923044016784672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znT3WmxXB5E/SmFHISDYF7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6K6qn0RJV3o/S220/David_Bowie_W4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
