<?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-3694850</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:46:16.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity Ensuing</title><subtitle type='html'>Too much is going on in my brain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-113476597906649677</id><published>2005-12-16T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T15:46:19.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tonight might be interesting. I'm sure it will be fun and I am looking forward to it and the outfit I have planned...although I'm not sure the jeans I'm wearing will work with the hott sweater I brought...but I digress.The group of us tonight is weird and not weird at the same time. A year ago it would still have been weird and not weird, but in a different way. Dynamics have changed, people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/113476597906649677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=113476597906649677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113476597906649677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113476597906649677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-tonight-might-be-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-113387684721188620</id><published>2005-12-06T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:47:27.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://public.fotki.com/scarls17/photo_contests/food/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/113387684721188620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=113387684721188620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113387684721188620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113387684721188620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/12/httppublic.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-113353343664643903</id><published>2005-12-02T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:23:56.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do this thing...I hate to fight with people or have them be mad at me but sometimes, I just get really frustrated and pissed off and need to do something about it. So it's almost like I'm in a fight with someone but they don't even know. It's stupid, I realize that. When trying to understand it, even to myself, it's as if they've done something to hurt or anger me but it's not something to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/113353343664643903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=113353343664643903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113353343664643903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113353343664643903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-do-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-113260615803027360</id><published>2005-11-21T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:49:18.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wish...that some people would get it.    Just GET IT!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/113260615803027360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=113260615803027360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113260615803027360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113260615803027360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-113223680837071717</id><published>2005-11-17T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T09:13:28.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel like I have a chronic case of the butterflies. Right now I feel sick from the fluttering that is going on in my stomach.  I wouldn't describe myself as a nervous person but I also would never describe myself as a "girly girl." So while I want to blame my butterfly feeling to nerves, I know that there is more to it than that and also, I would rather appear as a strong person who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/113223680837071717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=113223680837071717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113223680837071717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/113223680837071717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-have-chronic.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-112943753147722013</id><published>2005-10-16T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T00:38:51.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate it when I get jealous about really stupid, STUPID things.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/112943753147722013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=112943753147722013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112943753147722013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112943753147722013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-it-when-i-get-jealous-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-112821619744592383</id><published>2005-10-01T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:23:17.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just as I get okay with living far away from everyone and everything I have a day where it bothers me a lot and I wish for anything to have a place in NOVA. Today I left my cell phone at home and the thought of getting all the way home and then hearing a message inquiring about my plans was incredibly frustrating. Luckily (??) I had no messages so I didn't get the horrible feeling of missing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/112821619744592383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=112821619744592383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112821619744592383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112821619744592383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-as-i-get-okay-with-living-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-112165615422780544</id><published>2005-07-17T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:09:14.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was overwhelmingly happy earlier. I'm not sure what triggered my elated mood as nothing that happened today was very out of the ordinary. I was just laying on the couch, reading HP1 and half paying attention to Family Guy when it hit me-the good mood, that is.The past 2 weeks I've had 3 things on my mind the majority of the time: a new car, a friend, and a friend. Strangely, the first thing is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/112165615422780544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=112165615422780544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112165615422780544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112165615422780544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-overwhelmingly-happy-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-112131112988893181</id><published>2005-07-13T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:18:49.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I definitely feel isolated out here in the "country" as I don't have a friend closer than 30 miles away and my options for outings are severly limited. Earlier I got frustrated about something which led to me getting annoyed at other things/people. I knew I couldnt just hop in the car and go somewhere so my next alternative was to call someone. I almost dialed but then decided I didn't want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/112131112988893181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=112131112988893181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112131112988893181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112131112988893181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-definitely-feel-isolated-out-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-112122727895207796</id><published>2005-07-12T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:01:18.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's hard to complain about people being hypocrites or melodramatic because who isn't hypocritical or melodramatic at some point in their lives but for Pete's sake sometimes it just gets ridiculous. It seems like all week I've been describing situations as "ridiculous" and "amusing" and at times, "frustrating" although I try not to use the last one because it seems like an admission of defeat or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/112122727895207796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=112122727895207796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112122727895207796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112122727895207796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-hard-to-complain-about-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-112119454977310807</id><published>2005-07-12T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:55:49.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TEST</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/112119454977310807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=112119454977310807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112119454977310807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112119454977310807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/07/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-112118541024638101</id><published>2005-07-12T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:23:30.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend recently posted about ages and I'm assuming the maturity level that should come with them. It's weird to be in a situation where that is oh so true.  I definitely feel like I am, and act, 25 years old. It's refreshing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/112118541024638101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=112118541024638101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112118541024638101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/112118541024638101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/07/friend-recently-posted-about-ages-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-111336666634230671</id><published>2005-04-13T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:31:06.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss writing here. Does anyone read it anymore?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/111336666634230671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=111336666634230671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/111336666634230671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/111336666634230671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-miss-writing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-108744519522522134</id><published>2004-06-17T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:06:35.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just got really sad at this stupid little question someone asked me on IM. But it's not even the question it's the person who asked it and the fact that they're so far away from me both literally and figuratively or whatever. And I don't want to ever stop talking to this person but at the same time it sucks because that's all it is.I've been reading too many books, watching too much tv.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/108744519522522134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=108744519522522134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/108744519522522134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/108744519522522134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-just-got-really-sad-at-this-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-108260926651681865</id><published>2004-04-22T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T00:51:46.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:::a/s/l?: 24/F/VA:::Do you like forks with three metal pokers, or four?: 4:::Would you ever wear a hat with cat ears on it?: probably not:::How many MP3's do you have on your computer?: only a 100 or so, I had to delete them when my computer crashed:::If you use Ebay, how do you sort your search results?: ending first:::How often do you get teased for your musical taste?: some people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/108260926651681865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=108260926651681865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/108260926651681865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/108260926651681865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2004/04/asl-24fva-do-you-like-forks-with-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-107984818284605534</id><published>2004-03-21T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T00:53:00.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Basics Name:: scarletAge:: 24Height:: 5'10"Hair Color:: dark brownEye Color:: greenSchool Life What's your school's mascot?: not in schoolSchool color(s)?: NAG.P.A.?: I dont remember what it was. Who is your favorite teacher?: ever? Senora WhisenantWhat do they teach?: she taught me Spanish 5ap...and tennis lessons:)Is this your favorite class?: THat class was fun!Internet Do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/107984818284605534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=107984818284605534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/107984818284605534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/107984818284605534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2004/03/basics-name-scarlet-age-24-height-510.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-107775155581624638</id><published>2004-02-25T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T18:28:41.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just don't want the most recent post to be the "longest survey ever"Please comment, I love it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/107775155581624638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=107775155581624638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/107775155581624638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/107775155581624638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-just-dont-want-most-recent-post-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-107660611029425823</id><published>2004-02-12T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T12:17:38.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOT the longest survey ever. 1) What is your favorite Girl Scout cookie?samoas2) Do you prefer small town life or big city life?BIG CITY! although I wish the town I grew up in had that "tv small town" feel. 3) The Cure: "Boys Don't Cry" or "Just like Heaven"?"just like heaven"4) Violent Femmes or Sex Pistols?sex pistols5) Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups or Pieces?RPB cups6) Morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/107660611029425823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=107660611029425823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/107660611029425823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/107660611029425823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2004/02/not-longest-survey-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-106818114051368211</id><published>2003-11-06T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T23:59:19.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING: Longest survey set EVER, which is why it's hidden on this blog...Surveys.1. What time is it? 11:24pm2. Name? Scarlet3. Name as it appears on birth certificate: Scarlet Virginia Rose4. Nicknames: SVR, Scarls5. Age: 236. Birthday: 17 feb 1980 7. Pets: none8. Hair Color: dark brown, hopefully (glossy) black soon!9. Piercing: 1/ear10. Eye color: Green11. Hometown: Bealeton, VA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/106818114051368211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=106818114051368211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/106818114051368211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/106818114051368211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/11/warning-longest-survey-set-ever-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-106688357824175581</id><published>2003-10-23T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T00:32:57.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is rated R.What is your life rated?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/106688357824175581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=106688357824175581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/106688357824175581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/106688357824175581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/10/my-life-is-rated-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-95689531</id><published>2003-06-15T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T13:44:54.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My personality is rated 34.What is yours?quiz by midgetfarm.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/95689531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=95689531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/95689531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/95689531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/06/my-personality-is-rated-34.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-95473521</id><published>2003-06-09T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T14:00:24.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Name // scarletSex // femaleBirthday // 17 FebNicknames // SVR, Red, ScarlsWhere were you born // Loudoun COuntyWhat are your hobbies // music, tv, sportsHair color // dark brownEver died your hair // I used to die it all the timeWhat color // redder usuallyHair length // few inches past shouldersEye color // greenWhat do you fear most in the world // being buried alive under water</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/95473521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=95473521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/95473521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/95473521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/06/name-scarlet-sex-female-birthday-17.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-95109751</id><published>2003-05-31T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T00:50:55.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last cigarette: a long time ago, ewlast car ride: as opposed to driving? I rode with Vanessa to see Alkaline Trio at the 9:30 Club last Sat. last kiss: I do believe it was the very end of February....Jeeeez!last good cry: good cry? as opposed to those "What the hell am I going to do?" cries..Um, I teared up at the end of Dawson's Creek-so sue me. last library book checked out: I effing hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/95109751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=95109751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/95109751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/95109751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/05/last-cigarette-long-time-ago-ew-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-95063271</id><published>2003-05-29T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T23:18:22.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love Dawson's Creek-There, I said it. It's true. I dont' know why. I mean, I do know why...But I'm going to be lame and post these "memorable lines" on the DC Webpage bc I like them and I want to see them whenever I want.DAWSON: I’ve seen how much she loves him. I’ve seen it on her face. I’ve seen them kiss. I’ve seen them hold hands. And tonight, I saw them fighting -- which is something I’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/95063271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=95063271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/95063271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/95063271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-love-dawsons-creek-there-i-said-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-94024445</id><published>2003-05-08T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T21:26:45.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)HighLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)ModerateLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very LowLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/94024445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=94024445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/94024445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/94024445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/05/dantes-inferno-test-has-banished-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-93907178</id><published>2003-05-07T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T00:14:11.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... CategoryYour Score Average Self-Lovin'81.7%Never taken out of the packaging 60%Shamelessness88.1%Has yet to see self in mirror 75.6% Sex Drive 73.7%A fool for love, but not always73.7%Straightness78.6%Just go fuck something, okay? 38.5%   Gayness 98.2%Repressed, are we? 77.3%  Fucking Sick98.2%Refreshingly normal 86.9%      You are 84.65% pureAverage Score:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/93907178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=93907178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/93907178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/93907178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/05/your-ultimate-purity-score-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-90554315</id><published>2003-03-11T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T19:40:06.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's like it's their goal to see how many times they can get me to cry. Let's push every friggin button she has and see if she can handle it. And then we can make fun of her when she gets upset. It's too bad I care or I'd just go. Dont read into this, and dont' ask. I wont answer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/90554315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=90554315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/90554315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/90554315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/03/its-like-its-their-goal-to-see-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-90021354</id><published>2003-03-02T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:44:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things have progressed and come to a standstill at the same time, I'm not sure how that is possible and I just hope the energy is built up, rather than gone for good. You know that law of Newton's (?) about how energy can neither be created nor destroyed, well...I like to think about that law and how it works with everything. Maybe it's just further proof of how big of a science dork I can be or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/90021354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=90021354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/90021354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/90021354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/03/things-have-progressed-and-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-89845474</id><published>2003-02-27T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T11:39:46.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life hasn't been too complicated lately so this blog has suffered, I apologize. I'll work on some controversies and I'll get back to ya!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/89845474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=89845474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89845474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89845474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/my-life-hasnt-been-too-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-89719297</id><published>2003-02-25T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T11:50:28.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is turning into a place to put all of the surveys I'm addicted to...Oh well:1 MINUTE AGO: Listening to Cell Block Tango and IMing Pat 1 DAY AGO: Yesterday at this time I was in Ornithology daydremaing away and trying not to cry1 WEEK AGO: um, I would have been just getting up bc we had a delay1 YEAR AGO: I was a senior at MWC and having a GREAT time while also being incredibly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/89719297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=89719297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89719297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89719297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/this-blog-is-turning-into-place-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-89611155</id><published>2003-02-23T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T15:09:02.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1) Last dream: I can't remember but it was one of those that you think is real. Maybe Dave Grohl was in it?2) Last car ride: Yesterday on the way home from Manassas 3) Last kiss: Oy, Week before Christmas. Besides my MOM, hehe4) Last person you kissed: it doesn't matter5) Last good cry: Last nite, but that was a bad one. Oh, When Ali gave me the Texas license plate for my birthday I cried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/89611155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=89611155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89611155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89611155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/1-last-dream-i-cant-remember-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-89355124</id><published>2003-02-19T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T00:25:44.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>name: Scarlet Virginia Roseaka: Scarls, SVRcurrent home: Richmondhair: dark brown and the shortest its been since I was 16 I think...although it grows super fast! eyes: greenheight: 5'9" usually unless I want to be tall then I add an inchlanguage: Englishoccupation: I'm about to accept a pool job...for the summer though. hobbies: I go to shows and I love photography and I play lots of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/89355124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=89355124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89355124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89355124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/name-scarlet-virginia-rose-aka-scarls.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-89101701</id><published>2003-02-14T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T14:46:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pezbabypez: I [heart] scarlet rose....bye bye;-)As everyone should. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/89101701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=89101701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89101701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89101701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/pezbabypez-i-heart-scarlet-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-89093385</id><published>2003-02-14T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T09:57:21.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why not take a survey when I should be cramming for my Ornithology test I have in roughly an hour....?x. name =scarletx. birthday/age = 17 Feb1980...I'm almost 23!x. piercings = 1 per earx. tattoos = nonex. height = 5'9"x. shoe size = 10x. hair color = dark brownx. you have a bf or gf = nopex. do wish you could live somewhere else= yes, NYCx. you think about suicide = only that it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/89093385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=89093385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89093385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/89093385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/why-not-take-survey-when-i-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88862479</id><published>2003-02-10T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T13:31:40.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dream from last nite reminded me of this:In high school, Rena and I were both on the tennis team and we had this favorite reporter named Ted. Ted was pretty special and let me tell you why: All of his questions were "yes" or "no" ones. Example conversation that actually happened one time after a match:Ted: So you won?Me: YesTed: You hit good volleys?Me: YesTed: Your forehand over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88862479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88862479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88862479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88862479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/my-dream-from-last-nite-reminded-me-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88786330</id><published>2003-02-09T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T00:36:27.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah so, Steve-Os Don't Try This At Home Tour DVD....Don't watch it. So not funny. Ok, There's a few funny parts, like 2.5. But the rest of it? Lot's of disturbing pain and nudity and crapping. Ew. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88786330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88786330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88786330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88786330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/yeah-so-steve-os-dont-try-this-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88773590</id><published>2003-02-08T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T18:22:31.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the Friday Five (I don't have a link, so look it up! 1. What did you have for breakfast this morning? If you didn't have breakfast, why not?Bacon, eggs and toast (thanks mom)2. What's your favorite cereal?Wow, tough one. I have to name a few that come to mind: Berry Berry Kix, Wheaties, Lucky Charms, Life (ME GUSTA LA VIDA!)3. How often do you eat out? Do you want that to change?On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88773590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88773590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88773590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88773590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/its-friday-five-i-dont-have-link-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88597299</id><published>2003-02-05T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T11:59:50.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-W H I C H . I S . B E T T E R-[coke or pepsi]: pepsi.[flowers or candy]: flowers-W H O-[makes u laugh the most?]: Rena and Ali[makes you smile]: people when they succeed or do nice things[gives u a funny feeling when u see them]: The Dentist[do you have a crush on?]: drunk guy-that's my answer so I don't have to reveal my whole life on here...[has a crush on u?]: everyone...the theme is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88597299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88597299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88597299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88597299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/w-h-i-c-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88572980</id><published>2003-02-04T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T23:55:18.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Where do you fall on the liberal - conservative political spectrum?  (United States) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88572980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88572980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88572980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88572980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/where-do-you-fall-on-liberal.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88553859</id><published>2003-02-04T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T17:31:43.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one can help you until you help yourself. You prefer clear success to ambiguous results, and that may be the problem. This is a time of questions, not answers. Prospective partners are still checking each other out. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88553859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88553859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88553859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88553859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/02/no-one-can-help-you-until-you-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88355631</id><published>2003-01-31T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T20:19:48.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the Friday Five, which I always steal from Robert yet never link to...Oh well:1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why? Does Penny from Inspector Gadget count? Because she was super smart and always saved the day. I also loved the *real* Batman show bc of the "POW" "BAM", etc. 2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got? a twin sister3. What's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88355631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88355631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88355631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88355631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/its-friday-five-which-i-always-steal.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88297094</id><published>2003-01-30T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T19:31:09.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sgt5pepper: who has dates when friends is on?!?!?! kiddinggVanDamn21: no you arent VanDamn21: but it's funny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88297094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88297094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88297094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88297094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/sgt5pepper-who-has-dates-when-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88219715</id><published>2003-01-29T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T13:59:34.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL SONG LYRIC SURVEY!!! ROCK!!!1. Are you male or female?:"I'm just a girl!"~No Doubt2. Describe your neighborhood: "Take me home to RICHMOND, VA!"~Avail3. How do you look?: "My body's too bootyliscious for ya babe"~Destiny's Child4. If you could say something to the person you like/love, what would it be?:"No matter what I feel for you,Those three words I can't say"~Millencolin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88219715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88219715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88219715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88219715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/all-song-lyric-survey-rock-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88200177</id><published>2003-01-29T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T00:29:24.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I.Love.You.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88200177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88200177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88200177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88200177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88196889</id><published>2003-01-28T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T23:19:36.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My wisdom teeth are really bothering me but as I look at my calendar for a Friday and a weekend I can devote to getting the effing things out, I don't any until the end of February! Owww, GET THEM OUT NOW! And I think they've pushed my other teeth=/ I am thinking about this bc 1) they're bothering me and 2) i go to the dentist on Friday and they're going to yell at me for not getting them out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88196889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88196889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88196889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88196889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/my-wisdom-teeth-are-really-bothering.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88137399</id><published>2003-01-27T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T23:15:55.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What swear word are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88137399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88137399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88137399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88137399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/what-swear-word-are-you-brought-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-88130990</id><published>2003-01-27T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T21:14:18.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANXIETY:A state of uneasiness and apprehension, as about future uncertainties.Psychiatry. A state of apprehension, uncertainty, and fear resulting from the anticipation of a realistic or fantasized threatening event or situation, often impairing physical and psychological functioning. Eager desire. --J. D. ForbesYeah yeah, I know.xo,me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/88130990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=88130990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88130990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/88130990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/anxiety-state-of-uneasiness-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87908798</id><published>2003-01-23T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T12:49:18.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memory #342543543:My family, and by family I mean my mom, dad, brother, sister, and then my mom's 3 siblings and their families, used to go out to dinner for everyone's birthday. Some of the most enjoyable and memorable times were at The Black Orchid that I swear was run by the mob and they would call my grandfather "cousin!"...My mom and I have always joked that my grandfather is like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87908798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87908798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87908798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87908798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/memory-342543543-my-family-and-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87850849</id><published>2003-01-22T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T12:57:56.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>three things that scare me:1. failure2. closed in spaces3. rejectionthree people who make me laugh:1.Ali2. Rena3. my dadthree things i love:1. music2. NYC;)3. the internetthree things i hate:1. jealousy2. ignorance3. boredomthree things i don't understand:1. chemistry2. bigotry3. some people's idea of funthree things on my desk at work (I'm applying this to the pool since</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87850849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87850849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87850849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87850849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/three-things-that-scare-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87813739</id><published>2003-01-21T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T20:23:47.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So just for *giggles* I'm doing a job search in NYC and there is one for a mail room clerk for Miramax Film Corp...Now, Obviously that's no dream job but it fits perfectly into that "You have to start from the bottom and work your way up". Man oh man...I'm going to search more. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87813739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87813739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87813739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87813739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/so-just-for-giggles-im-doing-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87544866</id><published>2003-01-16T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T13:33:02.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here's my project (one of many):For Christmas I got this CD shelf thingy and it's not painted or anything so I'm typing out cool song lyrics and then I'm going to modge podge them onto it along with pieces of real music. It's going to look awesome. Other projects include making a burned CD set of my Top 100 Songs of All Time, writing a symphony based on something I really love (I have the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87544866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87544866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87544866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87544866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/so-heres-my-project-one-of-many-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87490191</id><published>2003-01-15T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T14:38:32.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>01. I hurt: when I run into things02. I love: spontaneity03. I hate: school04. I cry: at the drop of a hat sometimes=/ 05. I fear: closed spaces underwater06. I hope: that I get a cool job07. I sadden: when I think about how poor I am, hehe08. I feel alone: when noone calls09. I kill: wasps10. I talk: either A LOT to some people, or not at all11. I listen: to a lot of music12. I break:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87490191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87490191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87490191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87490191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/01.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87482181</id><published>2003-01-15T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T11:50:39.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NicknamesOn The View today they were talking about nicknames so I thought I'd write a lil' post about nicknames I've had, This is also going back to my plan to write more about memories and stuff. So here we go, I don't know how long this will turn out to be. Sunshine- My brother Jesse wanted to name me this when I was born, Wow. Could you imagine if my name was "Sunshine Rose"? It's not that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87482181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87482181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87482181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87482181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/nicknames-on-view-today-they-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87430063</id><published>2003-01-14T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T14:05:32.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I have a pet peeve I think it is talking when there is no need to. When a person takes 5 minutes to say something about 8 words long. So unnecessary. And talking just to hear your own voice, no thank you. I find this so much in college classrooms, when the professor has this strange need to just talk and talk and talk and give examples for every situation-And this is on the first day! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87430063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87430063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87430063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87430063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/if-i-have-pet-peeve-i-think-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87326864</id><published>2003-01-12T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T19:49:49.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it weird that I still haven't checked my grades from last semester? I just checked the syllabus for my English class online and um yeah....I will be looking for another class tonite to replace it. There's no way in H E Double Hockey Sticks I'm going to write a research paper with a bunch of "warm up" assignments, NO! Writing a paper, sure-I'm ok with that...But the process? No thank you! It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87326864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87326864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87326864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87326864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/is-it-weird-that-i-still-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87290702</id><published>2003-01-11T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T23:23:44.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched the Julia Stiles Diary on MTV and now I'm seriously considering cutting my hair even shorter...Whoa, What's gotten into me!??! Please voice your concern, opinions, comments, etc in the COMMENT area!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~moi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87290702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87290702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87290702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87290702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-watched-julia-stiles-diary-on-mtv.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-87025790</id><published>2003-01-06T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T17:04:20.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is what happens after being in my house for too long. I'm going insane. At least I broke my cycle of staying til 4AM today when I got up at 8:30AM to let Nathaniel in. At least I hope so, I'll probably be up late again tonite so I will be sure to get up early tomorrow again too. I need to be ready for classes to start next week, *sigh*. I'm so not ready for them. I am taking real classes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/87025790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=87025790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87025790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/87025790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/so-this-is-what-happens-after-being-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86838941</id><published>2003-01-02T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T14:12:32.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love My So-Called Life...who wants to have a marathon watching party?????????</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86838941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86838941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86838941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86838941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-love-my-so-called-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86812975</id><published>2003-01-01T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T23:31:47.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a great start. Please note sarcasm and dead-pan delivery. I hate this emo shite. Someone please toughen me up. This is ridiculous. And why are my sentences so short? Argggghhh. The most annoying times are when there are things you want to happen that just won't, or can't. Or something like that. Am I making any sense at all? I'm in such a daze right now from lack of sleep and working. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86812975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86812975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86812975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86812975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2003/01/what-great-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86730702</id><published>2002-12-31T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T01:01:54.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been 1 year and 10 months since my deadline for giving up which I blatantly ignored. But deadlines should be like rules: Made To Be Broken. Speaking of which, my birthday is in 2 months...roughly. In a daydream on my ride home from Richmond I imagined going to the Hey Mercedes show in Baltimore the nite of my 23rd birthday and Bob Nanna announcing, "Today is Scarlet's Birthday, Let's get her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86730702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86730702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86730702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86730702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/its-been-1-year-and-10-months-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86726834</id><published>2002-12-30T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T23:24:53.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my Single's Love Horoscope for tomorrow, wow:You want a lover before the old year is over. Inhibitions fall away as the deadline approaches. You could think of this as a new beginning or a seasonal celebration. Either way, being close to someone at midnight is all that matters.uhhhhh....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86726834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86726834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86726834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86726834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/this-is-my-singles-love-horoscope-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86684868</id><published>2002-12-30T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T00:13:56.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am the narrator from Fight Club.  Take the "Which Chuck character am I? Quiz" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86684868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86684868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86684868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86684868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-am-narrator-from-fight-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86682887</id><published>2002-12-29T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T23:14:46.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work was so-so today. I had horrible "pains" (no details, hehe) and wanted to die most of the time. But I really like working in the Kids department now with Roweena (sp?) the Manager over thre. She's cool and is good about giving me stuff to do. And she's not all obsessive compulsive like the other managers. She said, "We close at 7 tonite, let's get out of here early!" So she gave us 30 minutes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86682887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86682887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86682887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86682887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/work-was-so-so-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86663247</id><published>2002-12-29T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T12:30:18.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work today from 2-9 (or 10) then I'm off for two days. Tomorrow I'm going to RVA and I think my dad's going with me which is lovely but I bet he'll want to talk about the "future". oy. I'll have to think of something to say before then. Tuesday I'm riding with Vanessa to go pick up Puffy Josh-who doesn't need a quick trip to York on the last day of the year? That nite is Christopher's party which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86663247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86663247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86663247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86663247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/work-today-from-2-9-or-10-then-im-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86639884</id><published>2002-12-28T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T19:14:13.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warning, this is the longest survery I've ever seen. *What's your first name? Scarlet*Middle name? Virginia*Last name? Rose*Nicknames? Scarls, SVR*Age? 22*Sex? female*Birthday? 17 Feb 1980*Your sign? aquarius*Where do you live? Richmond, and Bealeton*Do you have a boy/girlfriend? no*If so what's her/his name? pass*Have you ever been in love? in a way*Who are/were your crushes? in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86639884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86639884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86639884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86639884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/warning-this-is-longest-survery-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86577357</id><published>2002-12-27T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T01:10:17.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aquarius:Whether you're the pursuer or the pursued, the chase gets hot and heavy. Right now the air is thick with pheromones, but it's possible that you could love this person. Don't make any promises yet. It's too early to expect something like that.xo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86577357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86577357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86577357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86577357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/aquarius-whether-youre-pursuer-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86499335</id><published>2002-12-24T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T21:02:09.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't so much mind being the subject of gossip, at least that means I'm not being totally boring. But the gossip is very incorrect! Well, I guess that's the definition of gossip sort of. Otherwise we'd call it the truth. Man, if I had some truth to spread, I sure would.  No, I wouldn't. So anyway, Christmas Eve...my parents were making fun of me earlier which is never enjoyable. They're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86499335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86499335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86499335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86499335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-dont-so-much-mind-being-subject-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86386293</id><published>2002-12-22T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T00:59:35.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Kind of FLIRT are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86386293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86386293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86386293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86386293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/what-kind-of-flirt-are-you-brought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86364099</id><published>2002-12-21T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T11:51:57.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is for all the stuff  I don't want to put on the 451 blog and clog it up. Lately though nothing too exciting has been happening so there's been nothing to write about. And this keyboard at home is annoying, I have to push the keys harder and that makes me wrists hurt. So I don't like to make long posts...Like the big Marching Band Soap Opera one I have planned. I really want a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86364099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86364099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86364099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86364099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/this-blog-is-for-all-stuff-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86352944</id><published>2002-12-21T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T01:56:51.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A weekend without Spirits? wow. I hope i get to go see Edenpark on Sunday.....We'll see. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86352944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86352944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86352944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86352944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/weekend-without-spirits-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86179029</id><published>2002-12-17T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T14:23:00.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I have the upper hand in the situation. Which is very important. It would be fun if it turned into a back-hand across the face, haha. No, I'm kidding. I'm a kidder. Anyway, this blog is supposed to be interesting even if it IS cryptic at times. Um, So New Years is coming up. You know what's supposed to happen at midnite? A big fat kiss. or is it phat? So, I'll be at Hogan's.....I can give</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86179029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86179029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86179029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86179029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-think-i-have-upper-hand-in-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86036303</id><published>2002-12-15T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T13:15:18.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please, watch Deep Blue Sea and count how many times the guy inblack falls. I'm telling you-hilarius!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!We're up to about 5 and it's only about 25 minutes into it. HAHAH!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86036303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86036303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86036303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86036303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/please-watch-deep-blue-sea-and-count.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-86036184</id><published>2002-12-15T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T13:11:42.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In hindsight things are always more clear than when they happen. If only things were like they are in "24" (the show) when they show a few scenes at once. Man, that would help a lot-to know whats going on somewhere else. But then life would be too easy. Haha, and who wants easy? That's boring!xo,svr</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/86036184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=86036184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86036184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/86036184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/in-hindsight-things-are-always-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85975782</id><published>2002-12-13T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T22:33:56.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've gone survey happy so I'll only do "new" questions..- birthplace: Loudoun County VASTYLE- clothing: I mix my preppiness with my punkness with my (quote unquote) indie rockness...basically comes out as, chucks, bootleg jeans, black band t-shirt with a preppy sweater on top, and my blackleather jacket and a GAP or Ralph Lauren scarf. it works for me- music: anything but gross rap or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85975782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85975782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85975782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85975782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/ive-gone-survey-happy-so-ill-only-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85970654</id><published>2002-12-13T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T19:52:57.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2. Ruff Ryders or Flip Mode Squad?: What?3. When was the last time you had sex?: it's been a long, long time. Like forever!4. What color underwear do you have on right now: blue leopard, reow!5. What song are you listening to now?: I'm watching Entertainment Tonite6. What was the last thing that you did?: I'm looking at my old art history textbook. Cupid and Psyche is awesome. 7. What is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85970654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85970654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85970654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85970654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/2.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85883302</id><published>2002-12-12T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T02:47:06.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's something about being mentioned in other people's online journals that really makes my day. Makes me feel loved, teehee.Right back at-ya,Scar-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85883302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85883302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85883302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85883302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/theres-something-about-being-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85822751</id><published>2002-12-11T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T00:09:13.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>01. Full Birth Name: Scarlet Virginia Rose02. Hair Colour: dark brown03. Eye Color: green04. Height Currently: 5'9"05. Glasses/contacts: neither 06. Birthdate: 17 Feb 198007. StarSign: aquarius08. Current Age: 2209. Siblings: Jesse and Ali10. Siblings Age: Jesse is 27? and Ali will be 16 (!!!!!) next week11. Location: Richmond, VA....and Bealeton, VA12. College Plans: I graduated from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85822751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85822751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85822751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85822751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/01.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85798029</id><published>2002-12-10T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T15:14:45.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rena and I were talking yesterday (when we should have been studying) that we should throw an LHS band reunion. We were talking about what I should say when I do my "Marching Band Soap Opera" blog and then we got to talking about all of the people and wondering what everyone is doing. Mike Farina, where are you? Carrie Friend? Nathan Wisnoski, still in Wisconsin? Ryan Lane, wanna come to another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85798029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85798029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85798029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85798029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/rena-and-i-were-talking-yesterday-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85715306</id><published>2002-12-09T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T01:41:16.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memories, such sweet memories.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85715306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85715306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85715306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85715306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/memories-such-sweet-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85714455</id><published>2002-12-09T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T01:16:07.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm posting this bc I want to remember it, so funny:silverchair8614: ali's back to the kitchen movement:  a Mr. Robert Lynn told me of a certain plan.  More of a dream.  It is defined as the plan to put women where they should be. In the kitchen.  Women should be cooking, cleaning, and taking care of children.  Women can still vote, but cannot hold jobs that don't fit the following categories: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85714455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85714455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85714455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85714455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/im-posting-this-bc-i-want-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85581976</id><published>2002-12-06T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T02:49:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now I move onto high school where it gets a little more blurred to remember who my "best friends" were because this was when I was a part of more groups and people changed and so did relationships...Here's as best as I can remember:Heidi: I didn't even like Heidi when I first met her. She came from Cedar Lee and actually liked school. I think we became friends in 9th grade world history and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85581976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85581976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85581976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85581976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/and-now-i-move-onto-high-school-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85492874</id><published>2002-12-04T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T13:22:42.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As much as I'd love to bare my soul to you all in html form I just can't do it. I mean, cryptic messages sure, but even then it's pretty nerve wracking. I always read between the lines and assume others do too. So, instead of baring the ol' soul I'm going to bare my memories...mostly for my own sake so I can remember things-If you really know me you'll understand since my memory struggles so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85492874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85492874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85492874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85492874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/as-much-as-id-love-to-bare-my-soul-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85444922</id><published>2002-12-03T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T16:28:37.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Where Did Your Soul Originate? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85444922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85444922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85444922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85444922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/where-did-your-soul-originate-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85421021</id><published>2002-12-03T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T02:00:31.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've realized that one of the most frustrating things is watching someone react to a situation in a manner different than my own. Not in a "set in your ways" "Why are you cooking spaghetti like that?" type thing. That doesn't matter, its just stupid stuff that bothers me when I'm bored, or tired. I don't really care. It's other things, things that are a result of how I grew up and with who and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85421021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85421021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85421021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85421021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/ive-realized-that-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85346132</id><published>2002-12-01T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T17:29:35.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm ready for exciting things. Come on...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85346132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85346132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85346132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85346132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/12/im-ready-for-exciting-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85312673</id><published>2002-11-30T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T20:47:14.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a boring Saturday night so deal with these quiz results...This is my celebrity look, whatever that means:Classic LookTennis, anyone? How about a weekend in the country? Just slip on those tortoise-shell sunglasses and your khaki skirt, and you've got the Classic Look down. With your somewhat preppy lifestyle and a wardrobe filled with things that'll never go out of style, your look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85312673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85312673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85312673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85312673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/its-boring-saturday-night-so-deal-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85312458</id><published>2002-11-30T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T20:40:50.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my theme song (from an emode quiz): I Will SurviveThe fiery confidence you normally keep under wraps blazes in your eyes every time your theme song turns on the table. People stand back and wait to be impressed by you—whether leading a project team, or firing up for a girls' night out. You mean business and people look to your leadership because you're so sure of yourself. So whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85312458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85312458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85312458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85312458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/this-is-my-theme-song-from-emode-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85285990</id><published>2002-11-30T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T02:15:30.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't help but feel like I'm being left out of something. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85285990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85285990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85285990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85285990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-cant-help-but-feel-like-im-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85129024</id><published>2002-11-26T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T17:08:07.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just thinking yesterday about this baby at the pool who loved me and I'd play with all day while I was supposed to be working. Looks like there may be a baby addition to the family-extended family that is-no babies for me, Ali or Jesse via Jobeth! Even though my mom said "you're old enough....I wouldn't mind if you settled down and had some babies" (or somethign to that frightening effect).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85129024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85129024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85129024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85129024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-was-just-thinking-yesterday-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85079776</id><published>2002-11-25T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T18:58:51.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My previous blog hasn't posted so I'm testing it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85079776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85079776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85079776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85079776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/my-previous-blog-hasnt-posted-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-85064729</id><published>2002-11-25T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T18:06:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am completely content at the moment which is lovely. There are minor things I could complain about but there's no point to doing that. Except a nice little win at the lottery would be fabulous! I should be heading home tomorrow after Bio unless of course Kohl's calls and offeres me ajob and says I have to work tomorrow which I honestly really hope happens! I'm ready to work every waking moment</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/85064729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=85064729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85064729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/85064729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-am-completely-content-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-84875691</id><published>2002-11-21T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T11:33:15.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm not impressed with your loneliness."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/84875691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=84875691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84875691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84875691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/im-not-impressed-with-your-loneliness.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-84824943</id><published>2002-11-20T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T11:20:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom called at 7AM for a pep talk, I was out of it for about half of it trying to figure out what day and time it was. Miraculously I got my paper finished and printed and turned in by 9AM. I even managed to get enough sleep as I am feeling quite awake today, which sadly is not usually the case. Man, I think of stuff all throughout the day that I want to blog about and then I forget when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/84824943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=84824943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84824943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84824943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/my-mom-called-at-7am-for-pep-talk-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-84774702</id><published>2002-11-19T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T14:24:46.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knew it was a mistake not getting waterproof mascera. My eyes get leaky way too often and easily. No more comments on that.I need a job like nobody's business. I'm willing and able so call me mofos! My mom is the best though...As long as she isn't mad at me, haha. But yeah, I guess tomorrow I'll head out between classes or something and get some more applications out. I do hope Ali and I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/84774702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=84774702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84774702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84774702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-knew-it-was-mistake-not-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-84717033</id><published>2002-11-18T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T13:23:05.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeahhh anyway, Quizzes + Boredrom = Horrible blogs. Sorry folks. I'm just waiting around to go to stats-the most boring class ever. But I have to go to turn stuff in. Yuck! I really detest that class. And I hope Life Sciences is at least interesting and retarded people around me don't talk. My mom sent back some of these coconut things and ohmygawd let's hope they aren't all gone in a second! I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/84717033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=84717033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84717033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84717033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/yeahhh-anyway-quizzes-boredrom.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-84716263</id><published>2002-11-18T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T13:06:36.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Kogyaru!If it's cute, you'll wear it. Fake and bake, hair bleach, and bright makeup line your bathroom cabinet.As for clothes - anything that's short and cute ("kawaii!").You are the prize object of all sorts of men - but you are really looking for a rich foreign guy.He'll find you out hanging out in Shibuya shopping at the 109, text messaging and sending photos over your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/84716263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=84716263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84716263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84716263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/you-are-kogyaru-if-its-cute-youll-wear.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-84716092</id><published>2002-11-18T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T13:03:19.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a little apprehensice to post this...Just don't comment on it;) You Are A Juicy Kisser!Your lips are totally kissable baby, and you know how to use them.You are the perfect kisser - with the right combo of lips and tongue.It's important to flaunt it, so kiss early and often on dates!How Do *You* Kiss?More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/84716092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=84716092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84716092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84716092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/im-little-apprehensice-to-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-84602707</id><published>2002-11-15T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T20:50:23.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La di da....This is the first Friday in a very long time that I have not been out doing something. I don't even know the TV shows on, hehe. Let me go backwards as I look at my calendar...November: 8th was Strike Anywhere and Mike Disque's party, the 1st was the (I)NC show with Vanessa...October: 25th was Cynthia's Bday Party and all that jazz, the 18th was Tias and Spirits, the 11th was White </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/84602707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=84602707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84602707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84602707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/la-di-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-84508938</id><published>2002-11-13T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T00:11:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rena and I have had a stroke of brilliance! How does a FRIENDS Trivia Game sound to you!?!?!?! DON'T STEAL OUR IDEA!!! Besides, noone else knows as much as we do about the show anyway and I'm one step ahead of all of you since I already started the game years ago! BOOYA!xo,scarletps. comment please, on everything!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/84508938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=84508938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84508938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84508938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/rena-and-i-have-had-stroke-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3694850.post-84508495</id><published>2002-11-13T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T23:27:29.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TESTING 1....2.....3............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/feeds/84508495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3694850&amp;postID=84508495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84508495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3694850/posts/default/84508495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarls17.blogspot.com/2002/11/testing-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/172806554_d086763e9f_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
