<?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-14276756</id><updated>2011-09-08T02:40:47.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviant Enygma...I am</title><subtitle type='html'>A Journey into the mind of a curious, quixotic, sarcastic sometimes revolutionary woman surrounded by people who just can't figure her out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-113917683587575304</id><published>2006-02-05T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T17:05:46.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boondocks....delayed but hey its here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning: N-bombs are dropped, if you don't like, click the "X" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems Rev. Sharpton has his Knickers in a twist over a recent episode of Boondocks on Cartoon Network's Adult Swim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11024896/"&gt;Boondock's Controversy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm a big fan of Aaron McGruder's comic strip and show, I've been reading Boondocks since it first appeared in my local paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode in question was about Dr. Martin Luther King waking up from a coma 30yrs later and being disgusted with the outcome of Black society today and of course he drop the N-bomb, thats right Dr. King said &lt;em&gt;"Nigga"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this show all the time, never miss it. Yeah the N-bomb is dropped "ALOT" but just ride the train or walk down the street and you will hear it just as much, I even heard it driving in my car a few months ago, but it didn't come from a black person's mouth...Nope, some young teenage Asian kids were calling themselves that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, that episode altogether hit some HARD points. Points I agree with 110%. Now, I love my people, but there are times when I cringe. Not to be uppity but I was taught my grandparents and my parents fought alot of racial battles so I would have the opprotunities I have today and If I valued my life I better not make a mockery of it. &lt;br /&gt;That being said, Boondocks yokes that proverbial chain, Its the same thing people were all in a huff about Bill Cosby and his comments he made about undereducated, ignorant Black people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reasoning, If it doesn't concern you why get mad? Watching that episode, I laughed and clapped my hands because it was &lt;strong&gt;THE TRUTH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for me to catch an attitude about it and I'm sure if Dr. King or anyone for that matter saw what was going on today they wouldve said the same thing. "I'm calling you Nigga's because your acting like a bunch of Nigga's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see where Sharpton gets off at being mad, why be mad b/c its the Truth. Yes a cartoon image of Dr.King yelled at a group and called them "Nigga's" But what happened after that? A second civil rights movement! I think thats what would have to happen for black people to Wake UP! Even in the end of the episode he said &lt;em&gt;"A man can dream can't he?"&lt;/em&gt; I seriously think thats what it would take for shit to change, because it is getting sad out there! If you really want to get an insight, go overseas, because you will really see how folks view us, and I can say, I didn't like it, I was blind before I went but my eyes are so clear now. I could continue and bring up all my issues with Black society, but I won't. I will say, I am very dissapointed in where black people as a society are today. I've even tried to go out and be active in the community, but after getting trip up, talked about and shitted on, You tend to say "Fuck It".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really disagree with the need to hear the filter bullshit "Our Black Leaders" fill our heads with, The truth fucking hurts so if you don't like it, do something about it and STOP DENYING IT!!! Did it ever occur that the reason behind the episode and the comic strip itself is to actually get you to think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa deep concept I know&lt;/em&gt; It just after years of not seeing much progress and alot of regression I think there needs to be some fresh blood for Black leaders. Because Honestly there is much more important issues to adress and problems occuring in the world and within the black culture that why in the hell should they be worried about a cartoon that pushes buttons? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nigga Please!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sharpton, I'm going to need you to get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Revolution will not be televised...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This entry was from weeks ago and I dont know why it is just showing up now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-113917683587575304?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/113917683587575304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=113917683587575304&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113917683587575304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113917683587575304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2006/02/boondocksdelayed-but-hey-its-here_05.html' title='Boondocks....delayed but hey its here.'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-113569969606079303</id><published>2005-12-27T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:08:16.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays...In a sense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/the%20grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/320/the%20grinch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is behind us (thank god! b/c it was full of drama) Hanukah is in the works as well as Kwanzah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope everyone has a safe holiday season, and a happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-113569969606079303?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/113569969606079303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=113569969606079303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113569969606079303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113569969606079303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidaysin-sense.html' title='Happy Holidays...In a sense.'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-113449505070686934</id><published>2005-12-13T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:30:50.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arnold gave him the big "NO"</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;br /&gt;Im not surprised at all that Gov. Schwarzenegger gave Stanley "Tookie" Williams the Big "N-O" on clemency or as I refer to it the big "F-U" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHen I found out what happen I wasnt surprise in the least, I mean how often to convicted black men get off death row? I mean really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what kills me is what the Govenator said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is Williams' redemption complete and sincere, or is it just a hollow promise?" Schwarzenegger wrote. "Without an apology and atonement for these senseless and brutal killings, there can be no redemption." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who in the hell are you to tell if someone has reached atonement for a murder they supposely committed in 1979? Now, yes he was a leader and was involved in the Crips early on but that doesnt hold him responsible for all the crimes and actions of the crips over the years. Thats like me holding my next door neighbor responsible for all the in justice done to black people during slavery or holding my best friend responsible for 9/11 b/c she is muslim!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how stupid that statement was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I mean who is anyone to judge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See shit like this only makes me more disgusted in the government and politics and wish I was on my own secluded island away from these idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-113449505070686934?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/113449505070686934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=113449505070686934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113449505070686934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113449505070686934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/12/arnold-gave-him-big-no.html' title='Arnold gave him the big &quot;NO&quot;'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-113396766554763601</id><published>2005-12-07T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:02:50.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like how I get blamed for shit I didn't do again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/pha185000038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/320/pha185000038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm in a good mood and try to start my day off on nice and I get a nasty email AND voicemail concerning a timesheet. Um-yeah, so I checked to see if I did fax it to the correct number...I did and I did get the confirmation. But what really irked me was she said this only seems to happen when I do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH no this Bitch didnt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if you have a problem with me doing it fax your timesheet your god damn self! It isn't my problem them idiots lost them and I catch the blame!&lt;br /&gt;Don't fuck with the people who support you, ie: staff b/c if you piss them off they will fuck you over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could be the evil ass bitch that I can be and write a nasty ass email back but I wont. &lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;B/c the stupid bitch in question will be no longer an employee in January b/c the project will be over. &lt;br /&gt;Besides, all she does is sit at a computer doing what a 4th grader could do and I on the other hand will be working part-time as a RN and working on my masters in genetic research plus I will be making WAY MORE MONEY than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you like them apples you Stupid bitch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-113396766554763601?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/113396766554763601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=113396766554763601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113396766554763601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113396766554763601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-like-how-i-get-blamed-for-shit-i.html' title='I like how I get blamed for shit I didn&apos;t do again!!'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-113103242612815084</id><published>2005-11-03T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:40:26.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom 90</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/200/252.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dusted off a CD case of mine to discover my George Michael/Wham! collection. Yes this black woman here loves her some George Michael. Newhoo, I was listening to Freedom 90. Of course when this came out i was what in 10? 11? shit I cant remember. I just remember the video with the models and things blowing up. But newhoo, Have you actually listen to the words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know George had yet to come out to the world but listening to that song, um yeah made perfect sense to me. Kinda like a coming out song in a way...I dont know, just seems that when you actually listen to the words on songs you havent hear in years your like...OH damn I never knew he/she meant/said that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways I thought I'd share that little insight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh as for your questions/concerns HP I'm really doing okay *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know you read here, you sneaky git...lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-113103242612815084?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/113103242612815084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=113103242612815084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113103242612815084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113103242612815084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/11/freedom-90.html' title='Freedom 90'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-113077636336276549</id><published>2005-10-31T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:32:43.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Third times a charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/3701002126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/320/3701002126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its seems third time is a charm on getting my heart crushed. I'm severely jaded now at all prospects of any future relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought I had committment problems before...HA!&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I'm tired of being under appreciated, and taken for granted. If I learned anything form the 3.5 years I dated/engaged to this man it is...I'm better off by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a loner, a very independent loner and Now I realize that marriage is not for me and neither are relationships. I put 110% in and only recieve 10%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of it all that I give up. I can see why women focus on their careers because it is at least something fullfilling in their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats where I see myself and will be for a long time. My heart has been smashed too many times and right now I cant and will not allow it to happen anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it all to Hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-113077636336276549?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/113077636336276549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=113077636336276549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113077636336276549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/113077636336276549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/10/third-times-charm.html' title='Third times a charm'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112981405962998737</id><published>2005-10-20T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:15:15.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Marijuana Commericals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/bd57410013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/200/bd57410012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a patient yesterday with what I would call a bowel obstruction. her bowel sounds were hyperactive and yet she was not having bowel movements, plus she couldn't eat because of the nausea...I had a patient like this before and he/she vomited feces it was that bad. Neways, she was a tiny old lady and she mention she use to smoke for get this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVENTY-FIVE YEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard in my life of someone smoking that long...guess how old she was. &lt;strong&gt;EIGHTY-FIVE YEARS OLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been smoking since she was 10!!! She even stated herself that she use to nick her father's cigars and her brothers cigarettes!! And she just quit in &lt;strong&gt;APRIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 2005!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, usually I think before I speak but..this seemed yesterday my mouth was ahead of my brain. &lt;br /&gt;With my instructor (who is very sweet woman) I blurted out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What was the point of quitting your 85?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promptly swatted me in my elbow, my eyes widen realizing my thoughts came out. Luckily the woman was legally blind and couldnt hear to well either so she didnt hear me...*whew!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean what was the point of quitting after 75yrs of smoking, shit you lived to see 85 why not go out with a bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, she might not have been able to afford her habit living off social security, but shit after 75 yrs of smoking, whats the point of quitting at 85?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one other thing...&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the commerical on MTV (I've seen it there the most) and other channels about the drug free stop smoking weed campaign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think the most guilty of them all is the commerical of the old woman sitting at the table, fixing the plates and the voice over says "Just tell her you were too high and forgot about your dinner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN that has to be the most guilty commerical I've very seen, much worst than those damn hoilday commericals that prompt you to call old friends just for the hell of it. &lt;br /&gt;That commerical guilts the hell out of me, makes me call up my grandmother every time!!! or feel bad about not stopping by b/c of work &amp; school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW do you realize how HIGH you have to be to forget something like that let alone how long you've been getting that HIGH?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean shit, I dont smoke but I know you have to be higher than a kite to forget something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont like those commericals, there guilt campaigns to get you to do shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112981405962998737?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112981405962998737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112981405962998737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112981405962998737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112981405962998737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/10/anti-marijuana-commericals.html' title='Anti-Marijuana Commericals'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112965929028626298</id><published>2005-10-18T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:14:50.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my two cents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/1_statler_waldorf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/320/1_statler_waldorf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those two old guys from the muppet show that sat up in the balcony and cracked jokes on everyone; Slater and Waldorf I think...yeah thats how I've been for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Neways,&lt;br /&gt;So...walking in downtown D.C. or anywhere for that matter you will come upon some random ass shit. Its sort of the fun working in a city...seeing random shit. A perk to even out, almost being run over by taxis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newhoo here are my random 2 cents of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies...the weather is changing. If it cool enough for you to wear jeans and a sweater, you look like an ass in flip-flops. Nothing is worst than seeing a well put together outfit and on the feet are some pink flower flip-flops. NO NO NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if it is cool enought and you have to wear a jacket and you have a business dress suit on. yet you still think its okay to not wear pantyhose and wear flip-flops?!?! I saw a grown ass woman walking across the street in this fierce dress business suit and she had the nerve to have some cornoa flip-flops on...I couldve kicked her for ruining an outfit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of advice for tourist. Please, if you are near the white house during lunch hour, do not stop in the middle of the side walk...kindly step to the side and allow others to pass. Randomly stopping can cause a crash. Like the one I had the other day, a family just stop in front of me and I had to duck and jive out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, I dont know who does it but Ive seen it...Velour or satin shirts dont go well in the office...thats for after 5 drinks if you have to wear them...IMO there ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro rules: IF the you hear "Doors closing" get the hell out of the way.. a train will be right behind it. Idiots that try to stuff themselves cause the train to go out of service...One idiots impatience cost hundreds of people to manhunt you down when they have to get off the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random opinions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbus Day: Okay yes the man did welcome the americas to the rest of the world. But just b/c your happy doesnt mean everyone else is. Please, Please if the ingenous people dont want to celebrate, then dont chastise them about it. Think about it, they were happy for thousands of years to only get nearly wiped out by diseases and war or get relocated thousands of miles from their initial territory. I think they have a little right to be salty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing Apocalypse: Is it just me or is Nature really kicking our ass's this year? I mean, 21 hurricane/tropical storms, Earthquakes, wildfires, tsunami's, flooding...seems pretty biblical to me &lt;em&gt;(pulling out bible praying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know have more opinions on things going on, but work needs to be done and I shall return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112965929028626298?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112965929028626298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112965929028626298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112965929028626298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112965929028626298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-my-two-cents.html' title='Just my two cents...'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112861047107609001</id><published>2005-10-06T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:54:31.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And you wonder why people have eating problems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/3704000472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/320/3704000472.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems I'm overweight. Yes to those that know me personally it is hard to believe I'm overweight but according to the people who make up the body wt-height indexes I'm in the upper cusp of my weight class. and how could this be you ask? easy b/c they dont take into consideration muscle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im solid. I might not have a six pack and not look like a professional female body builder; But I sink in the pool easily. fifteen years of sports can augment a body easily. Neways when this news got to a friend of mine (a very self concious friend might I add) and she decided "I" yes "I" need to go on a diet, I'm far to heavy for standards and its a health risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wanted to deck her when she told me I needed to be on a diet. but instead I opted to take a different stand point..and be a royal smart ass *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I explained to her my current "diet" regiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Live with two males, preferably one that is a teenager and can still put back food. No matter how much you love honey buns they will have since been devoured before you knew the box was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Live with people who have limited cooking skills. the same spagetti o's and hotdogs will get old after a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) WOrk long hours, half the time when you get home fixing something to eat is the last thing on your mind...sleep is first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If your lucky and get bad acid reflux, the joy of eating is pretty much eliminated when thoughts of the aftermath occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Drink alot of water, if you try to put food on it. It only makes you nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Live with someone who doesn't buy regular grocery or ones that dont match...I just hate it to have all the fixins for a sandwich yet there is no damn bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Follow a wound care nurse at your local hospital. Just the sight and smell alone is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Live with a broke college student...they will eat up all your food while your at work and the left over chicken stir-fry is gone when you get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Work downtown. Standing in line for a pricey half ass lunch and its cold by the time you get back to your office does wonders for a diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally the number 10 reason for my current diet regiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Be an underpaid grad student. Food is always the first to get cut from an already strained budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully miss thang will stop by here and read this. See and you wonder why folks have issues already and want to look like those sickly celebrities. Telling people that they are overweight yet can still wear a size 8 in clothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pea Brain Idiots....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112861047107609001?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112861047107609001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112861047107609001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112861047107609001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112861047107609001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-you-wonder-why-people-have-eating.html' title='And you wonder why people have eating problems...'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112845278932310619</id><published>2005-10-04T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:06:29.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensa here I come...</title><content type='html'>I feel pretty brillant considering I got a 98 on my Advance Therapeutics exam (Which basicly a pharmacology class) &lt;br /&gt;This means I only missed one...I havent gotten anything this high since...shit, maybe elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;THis is before the regression of my brain that I like to call puberty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newhoo, I wish I had some off the wall comments, I know I do but recently lost my grandfather and um seeing what my father is going thru dealing with it and his brothers and sister I 3 words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRITE A WILL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later on in the week, just got a stupid ass email that really pissed me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112845278932310619?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112845278932310619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112845278932310619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112845278932310619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112845278932310619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/10/mensa-here-i-come.html' title='Mensa here I come...'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112801645903671907</id><published>2005-09-29T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:54:19.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so smart, I am so smart...s-m-r-t s-m-r-t</title><content type='html'>This week is toooo Long, 3 exams within a week with the last one "checks watch" in 1hr and 45min and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you think after committing myself to textbooks for the past 3 weeks I wanna look at them any longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell-to-Naw!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I am glad to announce that I did pass the first two with flying colors...always good to start the semester off good so im less prone to stomach ulcers during finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN other news...Im boycotting someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder..how in the hell do you boycott someone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ignore their ass, I find this boycott reasonable after this past weekend when someone decided to be Supreme JackAss in charge (SJIC), with that I am boycotting, DOnt be an jackass on an already strained relationship when in the back of ur mind u know folks can easily be replaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we shall see how well my boycott goes...until then Im hitting the books so I can continue to be the genius that I am *GRIN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112801645903671907?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112801645903671907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112801645903671907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112801645903671907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112801645903671907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-so-smart-i-am-so-smarts-m-r-t-s-m.html' title='I am so smart, I am so smart...s-m-r-t s-m-r-t'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112724209746192117</id><published>2005-09-20T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:48:17.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AWOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/stk79785cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/200/stk79785cor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lovely friend that is curious as to my whereabouts the past couple of weeks and why I havent updated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to be honest Ive been busy as shit with school and other things. &lt;br /&gt;Good news is my 4 year writing block that Ive been suffering from seems to have cracked and broken away, seems when I get busy in school instead of studying my mind is running full of ideas for short stories and mini-novels that I will not publish in paper but will have it online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the irony in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, yes HP I am still alive and breathing, Ive just been busy working on the story and trying to get my ideas in order. I did take you up on ur advice so thats where Im going from there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside me writing NOTHING has been going on really, besides the normal nuisances that I deal with on a day to day basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did receive a phone call at 1238 am informing me the Redskins FINALLY beat the Cowboys...now if this man was not my boyfriend I wouldve ripped him a new asshole calling me after Ive gone to sleep. Ya dont fuck with my sleeping....period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, I really need to focus on my work, But if you know me someone will have pissed me off by friday and I'll be back up in here raving about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112724209746192117?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112724209746192117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112724209746192117&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112724209746192117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112724209746192117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/09/awol.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112653565505490546</id><published>2005-09-12T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:34:15.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like how I get blamed for shit I didnt do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/pha156000004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/200/pha156000004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really despise it when people fuck up and then want to shift the blame on the peons below them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just shows you the type of work ethics people have. How is it that I dropped the ball when its not my job to notify whats going on and the last time I did I got ripped an new asshole? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss off is what I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it is humorous that it was "I" who fucked up my schedule when really it was the incompetent bastards that didnt want to do their jobs and had me on the phone, faxing shit for an entire month. yet it is "I" who dropped the ball and shouldve realize this earlier again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Piss off" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside me becoming more and more of an impatient angry bitch, well no...I no longer becoming I AM one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to comment on some of the stupid buracratic bullshit Ive been witnessing but then I get bombarded with ... "you drop the ball" and I just only get eviler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Bastards...I cant wait to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/nintendo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/nintendo/doubledragon.gif" width="285" height="120" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;:: how nintendo are you? ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out...be peaceful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112653565505490546?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112653565505490546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112653565505490546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112653565505490546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112653565505490546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-like-how-i-get-blamed-for-shit-i.html' title='I like how I get blamed for shit I didnt do...'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112437246719005909</id><published>2005-08-18T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T09:41:07.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, ur it</title><content type='html'>Gimme Five...&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 5yrs ago?&lt;br /&gt;* About to start my sophomore year at VCU&lt;br /&gt;* Still recovering from my heartbreak with Cochese&lt;br /&gt;* Running non-stop to get in shape for track/CC season&lt;br /&gt;* Still working at the Watermine, I think I was head guard by then.&lt;br /&gt;* Keeping faith in my international escapades with the pharoah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;* Printed out more info on my grad-school selections&lt;br /&gt;* Glared at a vendor for trying to hit on me&lt;br /&gt;* Answer more concerned emails about recent life events. &lt;br /&gt;* Concluded that people at my job are miserable bastards.&lt;br /&gt;* Did some mental/physical therapy in kickboxing class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;*Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from Potbelly’s&lt;br /&gt;*Tropical mix fruit&lt;br /&gt;*Chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;*Reese’s pieces&lt;br /&gt;*Hummus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs I know all the words to?&lt;br /&gt;*“Take Me Out”- Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;*“Cherchez LaGhost” – Ghostface Killah&lt;br /&gt;*“Intergalatic”- Beastie Boys&lt;br /&gt;*“Five to One” – The Doors&lt;br /&gt;*“Spottieottiedopaliscious”- OutKast (shit lets be honest… all of Aquemini is committed to memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I'd do with a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;*Relocate overseas. (in the process as we speak)&lt;br /&gt;*Pay off my student loans and my siblings loans. &lt;br /&gt;*Buy myself a cliff side house in Ibiza, Spain&lt;br /&gt;*Invest into property and my business idea so I’ll be a household name. &lt;br /&gt;*I guess shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits I have?&lt;br /&gt;*I’m quick to change my mind about things&lt;br /&gt;*Reckless with my health &lt;br /&gt;*I can be very mean and say hurtful things and have no conscience about it. &lt;br /&gt;*I go mute around people I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;*My Anger can get the best of me…always have to win arguments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;*Lost&lt;br /&gt;*Ghosthunters&lt;br /&gt;*The entire line up on Friday nights on the Travel channel &lt;br /&gt;*CSI&lt;br /&gt;*Simpson’s /Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joys of the moment?&lt;br /&gt;*Finally making a decision I’m comfortable with &lt;br /&gt;*My nephew saying my name “Nic-Nic”&lt;br /&gt;*Someone saying “You’re Brilliant”&lt;br /&gt;*The success of my friends in life &lt;br /&gt;*Realizing anything is possible if you got enough nerve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite toys?&lt;br /&gt;*Soccer Ball &lt;br /&gt;*Computer&lt;br /&gt;*Sega&lt;br /&gt;*Puzzles&lt;br /&gt;*My Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people tagged now:&lt;br /&gt;*Anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real entry will follow; a Rant about the miserable people here at my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112437246719005909?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112437246719005909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112437246719005909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112437246719005909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112437246719005909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/08/tag-ur-it.html' title='Tag, ur it'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112387079175208221</id><published>2005-08-12T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:19:51.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toil and Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/comks94190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/320/comks94190.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing on the radio about the impending doom to besiged area drivers this weekend with roadwork being done on the inner loop of the beltway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, Hide, dont leave your house!! Sounds like the taglines for some campy 1950s horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will yours truly be out there in that shit...Hell to the Naw&lt;br /&gt;I aint stupid, But yet there seems to be people who are hardheaded&lt;br /&gt;While reading the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/08/11/AR2005081101822.html"&gt;Washington Post article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concerning this weekends descent into the 13th level of hell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who has been stuck in traffic from the work on the Wilson bridge knows it feels like a speed demons Hell...ie: not getting anywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That some are ignoring the signs b/c LAST time it wasnt that bad...Are u friggin serious?&lt;br /&gt;The reason it wasnt bad was because people &lt;strong&gt;AVOIDED THE AREA&lt;/strong&gt; you wouldve thought a colony of lepers were living there, people cancel trips, did errans days prior to the road work or altogether just said "Fuck it". This is why the beltway traffic was lighter!&lt;br /&gt;Idiots...&lt;br /&gt;I swear I can hear them think....Hmmm, it wasnt that bad last time maybe it wont be too bad this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No u friggin moron it wasnt bad b/c ur driving ass was not on the roads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it doesnt take a genius to put together that the reason it went so well last time was b/c people listened!! &lt;br /&gt;But looks like this time folks want to take the chance and go with it...Two words: Dumb Ass&lt;br /&gt;You wont catch my ass driving anywhere near the city this weekend or the beltway, why? b/c Ive been stuck in traffic on the inner loop in the same area when they had ALL the lanes open, Not just ONE...Fuck around and wanna jump off the bridge with that kind of traffic. &lt;br /&gt;But either way people will either listen or venture out into, I just dont want to hear ur bitching and whining about being stuck in HOT traffic (Heat is arising this weekend), while ur stupid behind couldve been chillin in a A/C house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose door number #2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112387079175208221?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112387079175208221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112387079175208221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112387079175208221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112387079175208221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/08/toil-and-trouble.html' title='Toil and Trouble'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112376652596623456</id><published>2005-08-11T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:22:05.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Se'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/brxbxp137401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/200/brxbxp137401.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official, Im bored...and for me to be bored is not a good thing...not a good thing at all ladies and gentlemen. I saw my fiancee yesterday and there was just no "spark" I figured it could be from being stress with the recent stupidity of the school I attend, but I saw him and there was nothing there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love him, but I didnt want to attack him like I usually do, Hmmmm...I wonder if this is another sign that tells me to post-pone the wedding for another year. Then again it could be better if we got married but...hmmmm, I just dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all confusing really, Its like Ive been on a non-stop haul since last August and when I finally did stop, the smoke clear and It kinda hit me..."Are you sure you know what your doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, plus I have the same gnawing pain in my stomach that I had when I was on the edge of making a HUGE change in life. Im standing at a big crossroads in life and want to make a decision where I will have no regrets. But does that mean I have to hurt someone one important to me? or is that person still important to me, or maybe i'm just overanalyzing the hell out of everything like I usually do.. (Scientist thru and thru)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just....dont know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112376652596623456?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112376652596623456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112376652596623456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112376652596623456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112376652596623456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-se.html' title='No Se&apos;'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112369569875421699</id><published>2005-08-10T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:51:36.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting on Lessons Learned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/785347-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/200/785347-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really reflecting recently, and had to question myself, am I really ready to get married or do I want to go out and see what is still out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question came up with the recent breakup of a friends engagement, well to be honest her's was rather hastily done and I had a bet going it wouldnt last but still it placed a thought in my mind...plus I have the nagging feeling there is something I need to do relation wise before I settle in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the few serious bf Ive had...ie: I slept with you, and the many I dated ie: No goodies for you...Im gonna reflect on the more important lesson learning relationships from my past.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Gabe- 6th grade I think? well you were the begining of many failed crushes...I asked you out with a note over recess and u decided to write no all over the letter...Lil bastard. After that I did not trust guy nor wore my heart on a sleeve anymore...thanks ya ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Anthony- By god boy I had a crush on you from 7th-10th grade and you only paid attention to me after you saw me in track shorts...you were cute, tall but had anger management problems...and seemed to like putting me on the back burner (this would end up being a trend), you got expelled for setting off fireworks and that was the end of you, delinquintes are a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) David- 1st highschool bf. you were sweet but too shy for me, You were my first kiss and honestly it was horrible *blech* Your friends hit on me constantly in ur presence and eventually I called it quits. Didnt learn anything except I dont like timid men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Anthony C- You were Crazy and fun, but that was it...You couldnt make up ur mind btwn me and ur baby mama...Learned a valuable lesson, If they got baby mamas..leave them the fuck alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Aaron- you were short, my first date to prom...You were cool until you went off to the USMC and decided that you wanted to date me and another chick...Nope aint gonna happen captain. Then took the broad to my homecomming. Asshole, Dont know where you are now and could care less. lesson learned no men under 5'7".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Herb- You were a freak lol, you only wanted the goodies and when my cousin didnt give them to you, you "discovered" me...Ya think im stupid or something? Yet you were fine, I just dont need dogs in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Cochese- I pined after you since 5th grade you were my best friend, after a rough junior year, a light went off in ur head and it was offical senior year. We had great times but things were complicated after a year and 6 months in college(Long distance). You did the mexican hat dance on my heart. Made things even more complicated when I slept with you 2 yrs down the road...Ur still an enigma, but one puzzle Ive gotten over, a long time ago. And yet you still call??? Hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Roderick- You were the rebound scum of the earth bf. How I could not see the signs that you were a two-timing asshole is beyond me. I mean you must've thought you were Jame Bond 007 Dating two girls at the same time carrying on two different lives. I attribute to you for me being non-trusting and not wanting to be bother with men peroid. If I ever see your pathological lying ass every again you trifling bastard it will be too soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Hassian- You were cool and had potential but never called back...I dont chase men peroid unless its serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The Pharoah- You were funny and oblvious, You called me from Qatar *A 1st* but u were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) WB/BFG- On both parts we boldy ventured to where neither of us had gone before- You "dating" a no-nonsense black woman and I "dating" an Abercrombie and Fitch, beer drinking, lacrosse playing white boy - yes a TRUE white boy. You were sweet the entire time and I still consider you a friend. There will always be a place in my heart for "Ike &amp; Tina"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)DZ- You were gorgeous and simple minded and we used each other for that one thing. it was mutual so no hard feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Young Guy- You played soccer and I dont remember your name, You did however try to play games on some who has been in the game longer than you have. *tsk-tsk* Foolish boy...I won in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Harr-y- I knew something was different when you steped on my toe and were a little too polite about it. Definetly not an American. The reason I put you on this list is b/c we had a important relationship of being good friends, No benefits. But good friends, you were the closest Ive come to having a best male friend that did not want to jump my bones...of course the thoughts were there, but the friendship was more important. Thank you for the friendship and reminding me there are still good men out there...somewhere, You'll always be my Harr-y Pott.er LOL (Cuz you really do look like him...lol- glasses and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Last but not least D: We've been on this relation-ship for a good couple of years. You infuriate me at times and make me wonder. I still love you though b/c you love me for who I am, even all my little eccentric ways you still love me. And that has gotten you farther than your predcessors. But after Kuwait, old flames and numerous other bumps in the road we stand at a crossroad. Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats its for my reflections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112369569875421699?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112369569875421699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112369569875421699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112369569875421699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112369569875421699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/08/reflecting-on-lessons-learned.html' title='Reflecting on Lessons Learned.'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112325140215329343</id><published>2005-08-05T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:16:42.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald Regan Blvd....lol</title><content type='html'>I find it highly amusing that a Rep. Henry Bonilla, R-Texas wants to introduce a bill to rename 16th street....now get this *ahem* "Ronald Regan Blvd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official I have heard it all now. &lt;br /&gt;For those that arent familiar 16th dead ends at the white house...I know folks have noticed driving down Consititution trying to find 16th street- aint gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newhoo, um I know people think Mr. Regan was a fantastic president (um not in my opinion but I will respect the opinions of others) but there is already a building downtown named after him and they renamed National Airport after him to ROnald Regan National Airport...(still call it National though...I purposly rebelling against it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sheer idiotic thought to rename a street thats name has been that for 100 some odd years, plus up and decided that Pierre L'Enfant plan for numbering streets in DC just doesnt cut it anymore is just....dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I remind that a Boulevards generally have medians... so the actually name Ronald Regan Blvd wouldnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think they need to do something about the kamikazee driving skills you have to master where 295, 395 all meet up at Pennsylvania Ave&lt;br /&gt;Have you every tried to merge from the right exit from (shit I cant remember the name) to 295 North? Its a fucking obstical course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newhoo, Personally if there is a "want" to name things after "The Gipper" why not look in Texas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go into about Bush's comment about the terrorist video but his approval ratings are dropping and just talking about him makes my ulcer ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my political view of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112325140215329343?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112325140215329343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112325140215329343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112325140215329343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112325140215329343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/08/ronald-regan-blvdlol.html' title='Ronald Regan Blvd....lol'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112299490257799170</id><published>2005-08-02T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:05:17.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave your middle fingers in the air...wave it like you just dont care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/LS015342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/200/LS015342.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been one of those weeks....&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start with the following people I wanted to say fuck you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)My M-3 teacher...&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you for wanting me to repeat your class when I missed the cut off by 4 measey ass points...why are you so fucking anal. Your test suck and its not just me it a majority of the class...why in the world would I care where the definiecy is located at for addison and cushings disease -adrenal cortex or medulla? WHO CARES!!! worry about whether or not I remember how to recognize the signs and symptoms of the disease and what the lab values would be...SO fucking stupid. People who pass ur test with flying colors are the same people who dont know how to give a SQ injection, also why doesnt clinical count towards my grade...I bust my ass in that so why must I repeat that too? Stupid fucking school, I will not be recommending your program to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fuck you to the dumb bitch that I held the door open for and didnt say thank you....I shouldve let it slam in ur ditzy ass face. Yet my mom raised me better than that, evidently yours didnt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) F U to the dummy on the train, who crushed my toe in afternoon rush hour...ur 360 im 150 the amount of weight u landed on my big toe is 10 times the amount I could slam onto yours...and then had the nerve to look back like I was in your way....stupid fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fuck you to the ghetto broad at the picnic for actin just as stereotypical hood rat as you could. Thanks for yelling "Im a black woman and proud" with ur drunk forty ass drinking, wearing flip flops with socks on at the damn beach self. Now if someone comes up to me and ask do I really drink 40's and act as ghetto fabulous as you do...then I will refer them to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;a big old FUck you to my stupid son of a bitch cousin who swears he is a man yet goes to family functions and tells lies on MY Family who this mooching basterd is staying with for &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; Negro please, Ive got more "Man" in my pinkie than you do in ur entire body and Im a woman!!! If I ever see your goofy ass face in the house Im staying in,  you better not even look my fucking way. plus how are you gonna have your all talk full of shit sister to cuss either me or my father out, But yet you a man but cant confront me? Bitch please! I hope to never see your loser ass self again, b/c I have so much deep seated hatrd for your ass, you dont exist to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the end of my Fuck you list for this weekend, I just cant have a normal weekend without wanting to pummel someone for some stupid shit they have done...&lt;br /&gt;Too all of them&lt;br /&gt;Man FUck you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112299490257799170?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112299490257799170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112299490257799170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112299490257799170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112299490257799170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/08/wave-your-middle-fingers-in-airwave-it.html' title='Wave your middle fingers in the air...wave it like you just dont care'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112249591365835907</id><published>2005-07-27T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:26:59.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/overload1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/200/overload.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official my brain is fried....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive spent the past 3 weeks studying for finals...specially one final where Im borderline...(I need a 234 to pass and im a 230) yeah I figure that I either passed with the skin of my teeth or I failed by 1 or 2 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont want to retake this class b/c it will be a waste of my time. Thing is I know the information, but the profesor seriously needs to take a test writing course. I mean giving answers that go against the boards is just fucking dumb IMO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home last night so....Blah, then I proceeded to stay up for 3 hrs off and on having anxiety attacks about this final. This hasnt happened before, my conclusion for my rough night is I &lt;strong&gt;Really, Really&lt;/strong&gt; busted my ass studying for this final...Sure Ive had to retake classes before but usually classes im really close in I pass...this one was just...ugh, plus I didnt get to go for a run or work out like I usually do when I finish an exam, it was too late this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im tired from my rough night and hoping a kickboxing class will release some of my tension. but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 year olds are cute, I got my nephew to say "Hi, Thomas (Thomas the tank engine)" But damn that boy is mischevious!! he took a cup, put it to his mouth, course with him breathing it caused suction and he couldnt breathe!!! Then the little oompa loompa had the nerve to laugh afterwards....This is the same kid that came thisclose to snatching my glasses of my face and breaking them...I already warn my sister. He breaks the glasses, im fightin him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go out and face the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Peaceful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112249591365835907?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112249591365835907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112249591365835907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112249591365835907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112249591365835907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/07/mental-exhaustion.html' title='Mental Exhaustion'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112195706193198974</id><published>2005-07-21T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T10:44:21.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You cant tell a hero by his size, he just a teeny little super guy....Oh Yeaah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/tlsg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/320/tlsg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know ur brain is fried from studying when you cannot remember where in the hell you put your car keys and yet they are in your hand (d'OH!!!). Im so paranoid and focus I wont check out my grade on the exam I took on Tuesday...I dont even want to think how I did. Im just focusing on Aceing the shit out of the Final. I have a tendency to pull miracles out of my ass when I need it...and I needs a serious miracle for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;Also seems to be when ur brain is on overload u remember the strangest shit...&lt;br /&gt;Like the theme song to a character on seasame street "Teeny Little Super Guy". Mind you now that theme song is on repeat in my head for the past 48hrs...I wonder If Im the only one that remembers him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Kickboxing class was fun...towards the end of class we did some Karate Kid moves "Strike Hard, Strike Fast, No Mercy" Newhoo, that shit is a hell of a workout...&lt;br /&gt;I think Ive found a new way of working out since Ive kinda burned out on running. I just get tired after running the same loops. If you do it right...ur arms will burn after a work out. &lt;br /&gt;Newhoo, Its a good release when ur studying all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Im out of it...and I know I had something else to comment on, but then again, I cant remember...shit, my mind is going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Peaceful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112195706193198974?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112195706193198974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112195706193198974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112195706193198974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112195706193198974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-cant-tell-hero-by-his-size-he-just.html' title='You cant tell a hero by his size, he just a teeny little super guy....Oh Yeaah!'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112187648877504528</id><published>2005-07-20T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:22:49.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it so Effin HOTT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/Hotday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/320/Hotday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By god, people complain that the past couple of summers have been weak and cool...well u lucky bastards got ur wish....its a fucking heatwave in what use to be a swamp DC...&lt;br /&gt;The humidity in this area has been ridiculous...I mean u know its hot outside when leaving the house ur glasses fogg up... Shit&lt;br /&gt;Course my car is a hot box and the A/C doesnt want to work, Im left aheard to my seat with sweat glue stuck in lovely slow ass moving traffic on Route 7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if your not leaving ur work or on a mission from 430-630 do not bother leaving ur house...u will either screw up others commutes b/c u think going 45 down the road is not a problem...or moving incredible slow trying to reach ur destination...stop looking at the damn scenery and drive u idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Im tired, evil, hot and have loads of shit work to do. Please just let me make it to July 30th when school will be done and I can head off to the nearest pool to bake like the rest of my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides coming to work in uncomfortable unbreathable work clothes b/c there is a dress code just sucks...One thing though...&lt;br /&gt;How come I get told that wearing my nike's in the morning is unprofessional (I refuse to wear flip flops on the metro in fear of fungal infestation of my feet; and standing up thru several stops in heels is just a bitch) Yet one of the secretaries comes in with some jean capri's, sandals, a spagetti straped shirt with what looks like a cover up from the beach to work on fridays...&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Shit im 24 and wouldnt walk out the house like that and this woman has a grown daughter!&lt;br /&gt;I swear if I get to that age and come out the house looking like my daughter, send my ass right back in...evidently I need to be mentally evaluated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Heat is messing with peoples Minds when choosing what to wear to work...cuz I could write a few entries about the "off the wall, u dont need to be wearing that, its too tight, too short, what the hell were they thinking outfits" Ive seen on my daily treks into the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I must return to my work.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Peaceful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112187648877504528?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112187648877504528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112187648877504528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112187648877504528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112187648877504528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-is-it-so-effin-hott.html' title='Why is it so Effin HOTT!!!!'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112128570759638404</id><published>2005-07-13T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:15:07.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't push me cuz im close to the edge....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/1600/dv1453015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1811/1287/200/dv1453015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear there has to be law made that makes it impossible to pile all the work of a summer semester into the last 3 damn weeks of school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious, I have 2 Care plans due, a third exam in one class that im borderline in, a medications exam in my other class...take a standardize test and answer the question I got wrong inorder to take the final the following week, plus study for both of these classes final the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and they wonder why people lose it, and some med school students have sucidial ideation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I think my clincal at the mental hospital is starting to make me go a little crazy myself...I mean surrounded by schizophrenics and sociopaths for 6 hours every week can have its effect on you. Damn I know I shouldnt bitch and moan, but repeating to myself "It'll be worth it in the end" aint working anymore. The little engine that could is getting worn the fuck out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im one agitated chick...and damn why is it so fucking HOTT outside?!?! SHIT!! I know DC was and still is a swamp but shit, my damn glasses fogged up this morning as soon as I walked outside, plus 5min into being out side, all my curl drop out of my head...Now u know its humid outside...thank god I got my touch up last week or I wouldve been sporting a fro by now...it cant curl just yet but its wavy now. Ugh...Let me get back to trudging thru the my endocrine system notes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Peaceful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112128570759638404?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112128570759638404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112128570759638404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112128570759638404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112128570759638404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/07/dont-push-me-cuz-im-close-to-edge.html' title='Don&apos;t push me cuz im close to the edge....'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112118803000300871</id><published>2005-07-12T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T13:07:10.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24 years of existence</title><content type='html'>So sunday was the big day... I turned 24 at 11:55am July 10th. Lets just say that Im more than glad to be alive. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the BBQ, of course I was paranoid that no one would show up seeing that previous attempts at having a birthday party have been unsuccessful and traumatic. Actually, it was from people running on CPT that made me sweat bullets, but then again...what did I expect? &lt;br /&gt;Newhoo for a party celebrating 24 yrs of my existance on this earth...it was a nice party.&lt;br /&gt;My fiancee worked his ass off on the grill, course our little page (his brother) wasnt there so I had to run around also. I did a huge surprise from the parental units that I wasnt expecting...&lt;br /&gt;These two people who since the divorce get along every once in a while. decided to purchase my cousins old car for me...The same car Ive been skrimping, straving (b/c we know when ur on a budget, food is the first to got) and saving for the past 2 months, they beat me to it. &lt;br /&gt;I cried, but thankfully it was more family and few friends otherwise it wouldve ruined my rep as a mean ass son of a bitch. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really need to get on the ball and start studying...Im in the last 3 weeks of summer school and Im procrastinating like shit...could I be burned out???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112118803000300871?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112118803000300871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112118803000300871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112118803000300871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112118803000300871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/07/24-years-of-existence.html' title='24 years of existence'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14276756.post-112075081991187531</id><published>2005-07-07T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:40:19.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins...here</title><content type='html'>yep,  recently decided to open up over here. This will be a continuation of a original blog I started 3 years ago. But the name of this is Deviant Enygma. I got this from a close friend of mine who refers to me as his "deviant little human enigma". You'll see eventually that im really not ur average person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be peaceful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14276756-112075081991187531?l=deviantenygma013.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/feeds/112075081991187531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14276756&amp;postID=112075081991187531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112075081991187531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14276756/posts/default/112075081991187531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviantenygma013.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-it-beginshere.html' title='So it begins...here'/><author><name>Ms. N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12592185333087754290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
