<?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-6458680758819374915</id><updated>2011-12-13T13:06:31.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl called burrani</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-107733316705402680</id><published>2009-11-02T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:19:14.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-7xzZ8_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/FYEZ34QWM7o/s1600-h/278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399740942527561330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-7xzZ8_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/FYEZ34QWM7o/s200/278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-7xtzBeLI/AAAAAAAAACk/3iwMUwbrJvk/s1600-h/359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399740941022099634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-7xtzBeLI/AAAAAAAAACk/3iwMUwbrJvk/s200/359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-5k1T2BMI/AAAAAAAAACc/cERhCEt8W2o/s1600-h/347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399738520677254338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-5k1T2BMI/AAAAAAAAACc/cERhCEt8W2o/s200/347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-5kK4e7MI/AAAAAAAAACM/ceh-v6ePOd4/s1600-h/263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399738509288205506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-5kK4e7MI/AAAAAAAAACM/ceh-v6ePOd4/s200/263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-5j1QOCSI/AAAAAAAAACE/izqom62I2W8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399738503482181922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-5j1QOCSI/AAAAAAAAACE/izqom62I2W8/s200/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-5kuxhthI/AAAAAAAAACU/oEBWrMd1ueQ/s1600-h/302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399738518922704402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-5kuxhthI/AAAAAAAAACU/oEBWrMd1ueQ/s200/302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; was packed with a lot of great things such as birthdays, pumpkin carving parties, school/homework, and lets not forget &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HALLOWEEN&lt;/span&gt;. This month was my moms and Kenzie's birthday which were both a lot of fun. For &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kenzies&lt;/span&gt; birthday we had dinner and carved pumpkins, for my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mothers&lt;/span&gt; birthday we also went to dinner and shopping. Both of these ladies are great and I love both of them very much. This year Laura and I decided to have a Carving pumpkin party. Carving pumpkins has always been one of my favorite things to do around &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Halloween &lt;/span&gt;time. I don't know what it is about the whole thing I just find it so fun. Not so much the gutting the pumpkin, but the carving process is so exciting. Well..this year I carved 2 pumpkins which turned out to be plenty for the rest of the year. I don't even want to think about carving another one until...oh next &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;. But it turns out I'm more of a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Halloweeny&lt;/span&gt; kind of girl then I thought. I loved dressing up, decorating treats, and watching scary movies. This &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; turned out to be filled with lots of friends and family activities all of which I enjoyed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-107733316705402680?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/107733316705402680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=107733316705402680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/107733316705402680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/107733316705402680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkins.html' title='pumpkins'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-7xzZ8_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/FYEZ34QWM7o/s72-c/278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-4981158610973125859</id><published>2009-09-05T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:39:14.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tori Amos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-zyk1iznI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s3l3vx8NQ_I/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399732159703600754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-zyk1iznI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s3l3vx8NQ_I/s200/093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Amos I think she is amazing! So I hear that she is coming and I was totally bummed cause I didn't think I would get to go to her concert. But...then the most &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; thing happened. I'm sitting in my car listening to the radio when I hear a chance to win &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Amos tickets! Not only tickets, but also a chance to sit in on a in-studio interview with her. I was estactic and so I call my roommate (K&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acee&lt;/span&gt;) and tell her about this amazing chance. We are both so anxious to call in. So we hang up and both call in. In order to win we had to answer a question about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tori &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and also be caller number three. The question was 'What major actress did&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Amos over take in a Kellogs commercial in the 80's?' I had no idea! So as I'm calling in and at the same time I am texting &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kacee&lt;/span&gt; who is the biggest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tori&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fan ever and ask her for the answer. Just as she texts me back my call goes through. I immediately ask if I am caller number three and he says no, but no one has been able to answer the question. Then he asks if I know the answer. I say...more like scream 'Sara Jessica Parker!' and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; I won the tickets. I was screaming so loud and was so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I called &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kacee&lt;/span&gt; and was screaming that we get to go to the interview with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TORI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course I would take her cause without her I wouldn't have even won and who deserves it more then &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kacee&lt;/span&gt;??? So that was the beginning of one of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; experiences in my life. When it came time to go to the interview I was so nervous and couldn't even decide what I was going to wear. I ended up wearing my shirt with a Zebra on it in honor of her song 'Hello Mr. Zebra', which is one of my favorites. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kacee &lt;/span&gt;and I were the second ones there and we were able to take lots of pictures, meet her, get her autograph and a picture with her! It was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; and definately in my top 5 experiences of my life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-4981158610973125859?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/4981158610973125859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=4981158610973125859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/4981158610973125859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/4981158610973125859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2009/09/tori-amos.html' title='Tori Amos!'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/Su-zyk1iznI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s3l3vx8NQ_I/s72-c/093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-2296932905546905914</id><published>2009-04-07T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:58:31.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Card Night</title><content type='html'>So Kacee and I have started a card night that's Tuesday nights. Last Tuesday Cherisa came over and we all played a card game called Pounce. It has been so much fun and now I just look forward to playing cards with the girls. Now if I could only win Kacee!! ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-2296932905546905914?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/2296932905546905914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=2296932905546905914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/2296932905546905914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/2296932905546905914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2009/04/card-night.html' title='Card Night'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-3461982927677439307</id><published>2009-03-26T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:48:37.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah...learn to drive!</title><content type='html'>Rules of driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always signal&lt;br /&gt;if you're slow...move to the slow lane!&lt;br /&gt;never cut off&lt;br /&gt;never flip off...(only on some occassions)&lt;br /&gt;if someone needs to merge...let them....&lt;br /&gt;if someone lets you merge...give them a wave&lt;br /&gt;if the exit is backed up...wait in line&lt;br /&gt;use your brakes only when needed...it will save you money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have more to add...feel free to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-3461982927677439307?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/3461982927677439307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=3461982927677439307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/3461982927677439307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/3461982927677439307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2009/03/utahlearn-to-drive.html' title='Utah...learn to drive!'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-7457993585052932744</id><published>2009-03-26T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:42:05.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>top three gross things that has ever happened to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Stepping in human feces on a train in China.. while the squatter was over flowing. EWWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Sitting in dog throw up after he ate poop! Double YUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Cleaning out surgical suction and having all the gunk spill out onto me. Green chunks and blood mixed with infection!!! NASTY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the days of branigans life....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-7457993585052932744?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/7457993585052932744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=7457993585052932744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/7457993585052932744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/7457993585052932744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-three-gross-things-thats-ever.html' title='top three gross things that has ever happened to me...'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-5130270780059187119</id><published>2009-03-26T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:36:18.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peter memories...the good the bad the ugly</title><content type='html'>Walkin down the stupid street...hanging out with peter. I don't know what is going on...so I might as well just jump. Do you know what street that I am walking on today? I think I took to many on this very special day. OHHHH peter is good peter is great, peter made my day. peter is my only friend in this month of may. (changed ending do to forgetfulness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-5130270780059187119?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/5130270780059187119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=5130270780059187119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/5130270780059187119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/5130270780059187119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2009/03/peter-memoriesthe-good-bad-ugly.html' title='peter memories...the good the bad the ugly'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-3496640497539155320</id><published>2009-01-12T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:48:12.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So my Christmas break is over, and it's time to start school again. I thought that this semester would be a sense of relief because it would be the last of my English and Math courses. But instead I'm already dreading it. I know that light is somewhere at the end of the tunnel I just haven't seen any sign of it yet. Ugh. Well I had a really relaxing Christmas break, lots of time with my family, and with my boyfriend. He always makes things fun. We did lots of shopping, movies, and just hanging out. I wanted to have a lot of adventures that were more spontaneous. I did have a few during the break but not nearly as much as I wanted to. John and I went and actually did something this year for New Years, that was a lot of fun. We went out to dinner with a group of friends, and then went dancing. We both aren't the best of dancers so it was fun to just let loose. Our friend Bobby gave us lots of laughs, and that made the night even better. So after the New Year I made it my goal to do more things, make life more adventurous. Not so much the big things, but just little things that make life fun. This last year I went on a lot of summer vacations, and weekend vacations with John, and that was exciting, but I would like to do more things during the week. I feel like all I do is work, and school. This year I want to have more then that during the week. So that is my goal. The other night I was able to do this by dragging Kacee and Jacob out to go night sledding. It was so much work to get ready, and find sleds, but once we finally got in the car and to the park, we had a blast! I was glad that they went with me. It was the funnest I have had sledding ever...well that I can remember. I hope to have many more times like these. So my break may be over, but hopefully the adventures can still happen even when I am busy with work and school. So heres to the New Year and adventures!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-3496640497539155320?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/3496640497539155320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=3496640497539155320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/3496640497539155320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/3496640497539155320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-3195207428156429912</id><published>2008-12-09T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:24:19.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>your butt hit my window</title><content type='html'>So I don't smoke and I am not a fan either. Today I was driving home on the freeway minding my business when your ciggarette butt flew from your car and hit my window. I didn't like it one bit and thought to myself that you wouldn't like it if my " butt" hit your window. I don't know who you are but I thought I would let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-3195207428156429912?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/3195207428156429912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=3195207428156429912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/3195207428156429912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/3195207428156429912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-butt-hit-my-window.html' title='your butt hit my window'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-6224756354222384076</id><published>2008-12-09T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:30:33.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings are better left unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes its better to not say things at all. If you say everything you thought then the world would be constant contention. Sometimes its better just to keep things that you want to say inside, and instead just put a smile on your face. By doing this you keep the peace and make yourself insane at the same time. But which is worse? Having everyone hate you cause you say the wrong things, or making yourself insane by keeping it in? I guess &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;its a toss up&lt;/span&gt;. It goes vis versa though. Sometimes its better not knowing also. If I could read your mind to figure out what you really thought of me, I would pass. I think I like it better when you keep that smile on your face and don't tell me that really are thinking. It may bother me, but in the end its better left unsaid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-6224756354222384076?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/6224756354222384076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=6224756354222384076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/6224756354222384076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/6224756354222384076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/12/somethings-are-better-left-unsaid.html' title='Somethings are better left unsaid'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-7465947454937550514</id><published>2008-12-07T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:52:27.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an inch away from freedom....for a min</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So school is almost done and I cannot wait. I feel that is all I do. Work, school, work again, homework and so on! I hate being held down like that feeling like I have no life, but its about to be over. Well not completely, but for a second. The semester is ending which brings on a ton of stress, also relief as you can tell.  Then I will be done with school for just a few weeks, but I need the break. During the break will be just as hectic though. I will be having some needed surgery and then I will be making up lost time with friends, my boyfriend, and most of all my roomie. There are so many times she has wanted me to stay up and play and I always have something. Its about time I can say ok! YAY for school breaks. Its freedom just an inch away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-7465947454937550514?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/7465947454937550514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=7465947454937550514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/7465947454937550514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/7465947454937550514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/12/inch-away-from-freedomfor-min.html' title='an inch away from freedom....for a min'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-7334060276347775177</id><published>2008-12-01T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:32:03.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season for FLU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Flu: an acute febrile highly contagious viral disease also known as &lt;em&gt;Influenza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been feeling horrible for awhile now. Body aching, stomach hurting, dizzy, nauseous, headache, fever.......its that time of year. There is nothing worse then getting sick when you don't have time for it. Well getting sick any time is no fun, but really when you don't have time it seems like people get sick the most. I can't afford it, but it gave me no choice. Missed two days of work and the thought of losing that money makes me feel even worse. Just finally feeling like myself today, and am worn out with all the catch-up I have to do now. The flu should be banished from the world and damned into the gates of &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt;. I feel strongly about that! ahh...I feel better now that I vented my hate for the &lt;strong&gt;FLU.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-7334060276347775177?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/7334060276347775177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=7334060276347775177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/7334060276347775177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/7334060276347775177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-for-flu.html' title='Tis the season for FLU!'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-4741433423296457487</id><published>2008-11-30T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:19:34.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Stressors</title><content type='html'>Procrastination! Thats me. I always seem to do that, then stress because I did it. I also have a problem with stress. I sleep when stressed instead of doing what I need to do. UGH! Stress has never been an easy thing for me to deal with. Sometimes I sleep, think of old unhealthy habits that show on my arms, sometimes I escape with a drink.... and then hate myself afterwords.  The end of the term is coming, and christmas is coming, and finals are coming. I think my head may explode into a million of pieces. There just isn't enough time right now to do what I need to do. It will get done some how or another. Guess thats life as a student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-4741433423296457487?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/4741433423296457487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=4741433423296457487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/4741433423296457487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/4741433423296457487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-stressors.html' title='School Stressors'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-1631187494243125280</id><published>2008-11-25T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:16:00.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what would the world be like without money? I wonder this sometimes when I happen to be poor, which is 98% of the time. Money is kind of a devilish thing in my opinion. I think that it brings evil out of people, greed, envy, hate... If there was no money would people choose another material thing to replace it? Would they start trading like they did in the olden days? Is money worth anything in reality? All it really is, is a piece of paper with a dead president on it. So with the economy bad couldn't the government just go to this money room and print out more? Or would that make it worth less? I just wonder what it would be like without money. I think for everyone money can take a toll on you mentally. It depresses you when you don't have it, and frustrated when you need it. I like to spend money, I just don't like not having it. Thought of the day-- by brani salas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-1631187494243125280?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/1631187494243125280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=1631187494243125280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/1631187494243125280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/1631187494243125280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/11/money.html' title='money'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-5153408246981558890</id><published>2008-11-10T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:51:09.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its one of those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So everyone knows I love art. If I had a choice of any job with out any restrictions, I would be a travelling artist and take lots of pictures, and paint what no one has seen before. I feel like I work all the time. I do actually. Today is 22 working days straight. I am tired. School work work school. Where is my life going? I feel like being home in my room listening to Tori amos, and just painting with my phone off so I can just do what I want with no interruptions. That never happens though. Like I said... it's one of those days. I know that everyone has those kind of days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-5153408246981558890?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/5153408246981558890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=5153408246981558890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/5153408246981558890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/5153408246981558890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-one-of-those-days.html' title='its one of those days...'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-2369164665818280977</id><published>2008-11-03T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:40:10.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(SAD)&lt;/span&gt; In health I learned that this stands for seasonal anxiety disorder.  What happens is people tend to have more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt; in certain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seasons&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't think that this effects me that much, but I notice it in people around me all the time. It's like as soon as the leaves &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; colors people become more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;irritable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grumpy&lt;/span&gt;.  I think this is because fall means that the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; are nearing.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holidays&lt;/span&gt; have changed... they're not supposed to be about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gifts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;material things&lt;/span&gt;.  They are supposed to be about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;, and the meaning of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;.  Already there is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;music playing...WHY?! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; isn't even here yet.  It's pathetic.  I think that if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holidays&lt;/span&gt; are going to make you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt;, then maybe you shouldn't &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; them.  Just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-2369164665818280977?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/2369164665818280977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=2369164665818280977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/2369164665818280977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/2369164665818280977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad.html' title='SAD'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-3889992991080798565</id><published>2008-10-25T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:55:58.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The other day I was wandering campus just before school started when I found a part that I had never seen before. It was an area by campus connections. There I found the most evil thing. SCOOPS. This is a place where you can buy penny cent candy, and ice cream. Who does that? So now I just want ice cream before class. Great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-3889992991080798565?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/3889992991080798565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=3889992991080798565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/3889992991080798565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/3889992991080798565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/10/scoops.html' title='Scoops'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-8310217244070421461</id><published>2008-10-23T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:00:01.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my pyramid</title><content type='html'>So in health my professor introduced us to this website where you can record what you eat, and how many servings. After you record these things it then will caculate how many vitamins, fats, protein, sodium, calories, ect... that you're getting. I love this website! For those of you who would like to see what areas you're lacking in your nutrition and would like to start a better diet, then you should look at this site. You go to &lt;a href="http://www.mypyramid.gov/"&gt;www.mypyramid.gov&lt;/a&gt;. Once on the website you click on my pyramid tracker, then you scroll to the bottom to either register, or just to input your data. After that its pretty explanitory. Have fun with this! I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-8310217244070421461?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/8310217244070421461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=8310217244070421461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/8310217244070421461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/8310217244070421461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-pyramid.html' title='my pyramid'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-2108190290268592770</id><published>2008-10-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:57:01.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Station = No bueno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;So for those of you who know me, know that I work at a gas station on the weekends. And you must also know that I love and enjoy eating candy. This has become a bad habit for me. I find myself so busy that I have been stopping at gas stations throughout the day and just buying junk food, candy, and soda. I love my pepsi, and I love my candy, but they're not healthy for me at all. So I am going to be trying to cut back as much as I can and see if this will help me feel better physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-2108190290268592770?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/2108190290268592770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=2108190290268592770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/2108190290268592770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/2108190290268592770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/10/gas-station-no-bueno.html' title='Gas Station = No bueno'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-1880569946047856911</id><published>2008-10-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:57:33.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>six deminsions of well being.....ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So apparently there are six dimensions of well being. So lets just see how I do in these six areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Physical: Well the last time I worked out has been since beginning of August. I carried a bunch of grocery bags upstairs to my apartment...and the next day my bicep was sore. I think I am lacking in this area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spiritual: Hmmm. Do I believe in God...Yes... Do I go to church? Not always, but I would like to. I think this is an okay area. Now if I could follow those commandents---hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Intellectual: Lesson number one. Going to school doesn't make you smart. I studied for my test and still only got a C. Yay for me. Maybe I should study harder. But I do have a sense of humor. I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emotional: Lack of showing my emotions on the outside, and bottle them up on the inside. Lets just skip this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enviornmental: Well I think that this is a hard time for everyone cause its close to the holidays which equals stress...and so I am average on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Social: Well I believe that I am socially retarded. I have friends...but they don't talk to me much. I guess I am not that good of a friend. Pretty much what it comes to is I don't have anyone. Its a down time for this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who needs all six deminsions anyways...I thought we lived in a three deminsional world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-1880569946047856911?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/1880569946047856911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=1880569946047856911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/1880569946047856911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/1880569946047856911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-deminsions-of-well-beingugh.html' title='six deminsions of well being.....ugh'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458680758819374915.post-8170815245839788808</id><published>2008-09-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:51:50.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my physical health</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So its come to my attention that I am not that healthy physically.  I am 5'2, and weigh 111 and am 21 years old.  To some people that would probably seem pretty small and somewhat healthy.  But I guess you could say that I am like those skinny fat girls.  I am skinny by appearance but i have no muscle...so therefore fat.  Its pretty disgusting if you ask me.  I have gained 20 pounds since high school.  How pathetic!  I need to make a new goal, a goal to improve my health and of course to tone my body.  Honestly no one wants to look at themselves in a mirror when you have a doughnut growning around your belly button.  Some serious work needs to be done. Where is that gym again??? I just ate a ton of mexican food...maybe I will start the gym tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458680758819374915-8170815245839788808?l=burrani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/feeds/8170815245839788808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458680758819374915&amp;postID=8170815245839788808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/8170815245839788808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458680758819374915/posts/default/8170815245839788808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burrani.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-physical-health.html' title='my physical health'/><author><name>burrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816207218835888741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4SZjVuLC70/SqMcLi6npVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-xukVfWDbdo/S220/Me+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
