<?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-3134867</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:35:29.569-07:00</updated><category term='Quote'/><title type='text'>moi</title><subtitle type='html'>IT's all about meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gnome</name><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>1200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-6220932450255380882</id><published>2011-03-28T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:42:57.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My stress level is through the roof. I am so anxiety ridden that I can not stop the pain in my abdomen and I can't sleep, my neck is constantly tense and my lower back is tweaking out. I couldn't walk today because of my heel pain. Right now everything just sucks. I can't walk away from the work I am doing because I know how hard we have all worked but I am beginning to wonder if it is worth all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6220932450255380882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=6220932450255380882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/6220932450255380882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/6220932450255380882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-stress-level-is-through-roof.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-1111165249874098605</id><published>2011-02-03T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:32:34.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun Times

So my stress level is very high. This is never a good thing. I am concerned about my new friend and her love interest. I don't want her to get hurt, although I think it is already to late for that. I don't like getting wrapped up in other peoples' issues. I find it really hard when I care about both actors in a situation. I wish I didn't have all this prior knowledge about both of them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1111165249874098605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=1111165249874098605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/1111165249874098605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/1111165249874098605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2011/02/fun-times-so-my-stress-level-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-5758868454549227425</id><published>2009-08-13T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:40:31.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The path of the passive.I have been repressing my anger for so long I no longer know whether or not I am justified in using it.  My best friend is the Queen of all things passive and aggressive.  I'm trying to find a way to:A) Talk to her about it because I don't appreciate being anyone's whipping boy.B) Use my anger in a useful and defensive way.C) In general just stop being such a fucking door </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5758868454549227425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=5758868454549227425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5758868454549227425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5758868454549227425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2009/08/path-of-passive.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-7227914051983498093</id><published>2009-08-01T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:31:02.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jazz is dying.  Valerie is gone.  I am only getting 12 hours of work a week.  I am all alone.  I was ripped off my my house sitter and I feel like somehow she railroaded me.  Other than that things are peachy.  It has come to my attention that if I want a relationship I need to work on it.  I need to make the choice to change my life no one can do it for me.  I feel as though I am finally getting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7227914051983498093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=7227914051983498093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/7227914051983498093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/7227914051983498093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2009/08/jazz-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-5135453216427247228</id><published>2009-07-10T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:10:12.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not happy go lucky this much I know.  I am sarcastic, cynical and sometimes just simply a bitch.  I don't like people and I'm not good at pretending to enjoy small talk.  I am often irritated by people and I don't hide it well.Someone I've known since we were both tiny wee is getting married tomorrow.  I do not want to go.  I should go because her family has always been kind to me.  I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5135453216427247228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=5135453216427247228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5135453216427247228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5135453216427247228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-happy-go-lucky-this-much-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-2108956604489653329</id><published>2009-02-15T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:06:32.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear is the mind killer.I've been having panic attacks since Amber brought me Jazz.  I am super happy to have him, make no mistake about that.  But I am reeling from the implications of having him here particularly with Allan on the rampage.  I don't want Allan to find where I live and I don't want to speak or to hear from him ever again.  I just want him out of my life.  The very thought of him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2108956604489653329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=2108956604489653329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/2108956604489653329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/2108956604489653329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/fear-is-mind-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-857903144435014292</id><published>2009-02-08T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:38:10.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This conversation is between my bestest buddy circa 1988, and a boy we both knew.  He commented on her facebook status and it made me renew my faith in the male sex.Morag Kydd is no longer listed as "single."  - Comment - Show Comments (4)Hide Comments (4)Jennifer Goodfellow at 11:01am February 8really?Morag Kydd at 11:47am February 8"no longer listed" just sick of advertising it.Jennifer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/857903144435014292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=857903144435014292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/857903144435014292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/857903144435014292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-conversation-is-between-my-bestest.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-3235453612380255226</id><published>2009-02-07T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:58:43.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO I have been happy and that has been very nice.  Now I am not so happy and it has to do with being lonely.  I know that it is not a good idea to rely on other people to make you happy.  Certainly being around the people that I enjoy gives me a boost but I shouldn't rely on others to get me to my happy place.  There are two men in my life at the moment, one of whom I have been infatuated with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3235453612380255226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=3235453612380255226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/3235453612380255226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/3235453612380255226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-have-been-happy-and-that-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-7290202844500766704</id><published>2009-01-12T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:18:21.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Facebook is beginning to get on my nerves.  As cool as it is to keep in touch with people and to see exciting friends from long ago, it is beginning to piss me off.  There are hurtful things posted and sometimes people can't be bothered to reply to messages which pisses me off.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7290202844500766704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=7290202844500766704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/7290202844500766704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/7290202844500766704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook-is-beginning-to-get-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-5235363806724456246</id><published>2008-12-03T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:39:56.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to have more faith in my intelligence. For ages I have been doubting myself, and second guessing every decision, hashing and rehashing things until I more or less believed I was incapable of making decisions. I would put things off feeling that I was incapable of doing them. Being with Allan made this feeling worse, I don't know why.Something has changed.Two days ago I was playing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5235363806724456246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=5235363806724456246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5235363806724456246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5235363806724456246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-starting-to-have-more-faith-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-8286955918699201719</id><published>2008-12-03T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:07:27.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I seem to have adopted a stray. You know what they say about feeding strays, you shouldn't do it and if you do they keep coming back. In my defense I thought that only applied to cats. I seem to have found a human stray of the collegiate variety. She invites herself over, plunks herself down in front of my television. Frequently she comes over to use our washing and drying machines. Recently she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8286955918699201719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=8286955918699201719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/8286955918699201719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/8286955918699201719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-seem-to-have-adopted-stray.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-5041022714502987726</id><published>2007-06-15T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:49:41.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm angry and I can't sleep.  It is almost 3 am and tomorrow I am working by myself for the first time at my new job.  It would have been nice to have gotten some sleep.  I am just so angry and frustrated I can't sleep.  A has done it again he has totally infuriated me, he is selfish, stupid and worse.  I can't wait to move out, only I might not be able to afford it.  I haven't heard anything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5041022714502987726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=5041022714502987726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5041022714502987726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5041022714502987726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-angry-and-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-165135944078577695</id><published>2007-03-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:21:36.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The real fountain of youth is to have a dirty mind.-Jerry Hall</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/165135944078577695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=165135944078577695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/165135944078577695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/165135944078577695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2007/03/real-fountain-of-youth-is-to-have-dirty.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-5268893916295651817</id><published>2007-03-06T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:21:31.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to the doctor on Thursday.  Am really scared.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5268893916295651817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=5268893916295651817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5268893916295651817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/5268893916295651817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-to-doctor-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-1735910433514143335</id><published>2007-02-22T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:29:04.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is a beautiful day outside but I am feeling really low inside.  I know I have to break up with Allan but it is so hard.  He is so loving and kind to me, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with me.  He wants to have children with me, at one point in my life that is also what I wanted.  Sarah doesn't want him to come to Newfoundland, I feel like a horrible person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1735910433514143335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=1735910433514143335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/1735910433514143335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/1735910433514143335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-is-beautiful-day-outside-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-3409390577951727945</id><published>2007-02-14T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:48:12.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here is the deal, and for those of you who hate introspective posts I suggest you fuck off,  I am gloriously unhappy.I was thinking about it the other day.  I am totally trapped, and it sucks.  Here I was labouring under the misapprehension that my Mother would descend up on me at graduation upon a fluffy cloud of love and hand over the much promised house.  Wrong!  So now I am $64000 in debt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3409390577951727945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=3409390577951727945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/3409390577951727945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/3409390577951727945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-here-is-deal-and-for-those-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-9139118399343636958</id><published>2007-02-08T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:50:34.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love that Prince managed to stick a phallic symbol in the middle of his performance at the superbowl.  That is just fucking rad.  Censors take themselves far too seriously!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/9139118399343636958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=9139118399343636958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/9139118399343636958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/9139118399343636958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-that-prince-managed-to-stick.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-4628660642797478404</id><published>2007-02-07T11:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:18:34.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't know how to make it so you can comment on my posts...bugger!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4628660642797478404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=4628660642797478404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/4628660642797478404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/4628660642797478404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-know-how-to-make-it-so-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-9143993012375719234</id><published>2007-02-05T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:14:57.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you can see I have made some changes around here.I didn't want to change my set-up until I had managed to save all my posts about Cameron, and some of the responses from my friends. So I (on a totally different topic) have started putting all of my spare change in a piggy bank in my room in order to save up for travels this summer.  My January total was $38.  YAY me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/9143993012375719234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=9143993012375719234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/9143993012375719234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/9143993012375719234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-you-can-see-i-have-made-some-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116500898395649388</id><published>2006-12-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:36:24.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what I want to say to my Mom, but I know she will be hurt.Hi Mom,I apprecaite your letter.  I honestly didn't mean to send you my education rant.  The trueth is Mom I do not have the gpa or qualifications to get into any education program for next year.  Otherwise that would be my first choice.  (Insert Mother yelling at Naomi here)  I get really frustrated sometimes when I speak to you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116500898395649388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116500898395649388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116500898395649388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116500898395649388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-what-i-want-to-say-to-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116414518406429375</id><published>2006-11-21T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:39:44.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jazz went in for surgery today.  He is having two of his teeth extracted.  I don't know why, but I really do love that crotchety old so-and-so.  I worry about him, I think it might be better for  him if we closed off the cat door soon and made him poop in a box.  But then Jazz is such a happy guy when he is outside.  I believe his life would be drastically prolonged if I made him an inside cat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116414518406429375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116414518406429375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116414518406429375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116414518406429375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/jazz-went-in-for-surgery-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116380010679004258</id><published>2006-11-17T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:48:26.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill introduced me to a new word...Moose knuckles.  Moose knuckles refers to the effect that a frontal wedgie has on a man's genitals.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116380010679004258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116380010679004258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116380010679004258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116380010679004258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/bill-introduced-me-to-new-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116379966740662057</id><published>2006-11-17T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:41:07.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I remember, when I was in university I studied history, and there was this one major historian of the Third Reich, Ian Kershaw. And his quote was, 'The path to Auschwitz was paved with indifference.' I know it's not very funny being a comedian talking about the Holocaust, but I think it's an interesting idea that not everyone in Germany had to be a raving anti-Semite. They just had to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116379966740662057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116379966740662057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116379966740662057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116379966740662057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-remember-when-i-was-in-university-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116291967349303788</id><published>2006-11-07T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:14:33.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't get this stuff out of my head.  I am so frustrated and angry I can't get anything done, nor can I sleep.  I have stuff that needs doing today which because of the stuff that is going on at the theatre I am just unable to focus on.  This was suppossed to be fun!  I am nervous now because basically I feel like I have been put in a position where I can't direct my crew. All they have to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116291967349303788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116291967349303788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116291967349303788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116291967349303788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-get-this-stuff-out-of-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116288647787665528</id><published>2006-11-06T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:01:17.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has not been a super week.  My play turned out well, and people seemed to enjoy it.  Unfortunetly in the last week or so there has been some shitty behaviour and quite frankly I went home tonight feeling like I wanted to cry.  I can't sleep because I keep going over conflicts in my head and I need sleep!  This whole stupid thing is ruining my enjoyment of the play.  I am suppossed to be happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116288647787665528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116288647787665528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116288647787665528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116288647787665528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-not-been-super-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116224923882611167</id><published>2006-10-30T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:00:38.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I went to a Mental Health Clinic to pick up some knitted Breasts for my drag show.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116224923882611167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116224923882611167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116224923882611167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116224923882611167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-went-to-mental-health-clinic-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116196527959591070</id><published>2006-10-27T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:07:59.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom used to call me no-muss no-fuss, heeh.  Haven't heard that in a long time.  I miss my Mom, she is always supportive in my creative endeavors.  I wish she could be here to see my show, although I understand how important it is to her to be doing whats she is doing.I just miss her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116196527959591070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116196527959591070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116196527959591070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116196527959591070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/mom-used-to-call-me-no-muss-no-fuss.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116138182495406941</id><published>2006-10-20T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:03:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my defense I was bored.So anyway, Amber told me she had signed up for this free online singles thingy and had come across her ex-husband's brother.  Never one to miss an oppurtunity to mock someone I hopped online and tried to find him, of course you had to sign up first to search their database.  So heh, I did my profile:I'd like to meet a man with some height, like say ten feet, and some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116138182495406941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116138182495406941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116138182495406941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116138182495406941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-my-defense-i-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116118678987281878</id><published>2006-10-18T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:53:09.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw something really sad this morning.  Some poor guy was having a rough day, he was wearing a suit, and he was collapsed in front of his laptop.  He was woken up by two police officres, and immediatly started to cry.  They moved him and took him out of the building.  He cried teh whole way.  I wonder if he was drunk, and what made him so sad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116118678987281878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116118678987281878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116118678987281878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116118678987281878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/saw-something-really-sad-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116111028463265293</id><published>2006-10-17T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:38:04.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phew, my breath stinks.  I ate this horrible sandwhich from the SUb today and i asked for a little bit of mustard, she put so much on I felt like I had flames coming out of my nose.  Anyway, then I used a strepsil to try and soothe my burning throat, so now I ooze the lovely mixture of echinacea and mustard...hot!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116111028463265293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116111028463265293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116111028463265293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116111028463265293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/phew-my-breath-stinks.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116109891629523537</id><published>2006-10-17T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:28:36.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having a panic attack this morning.  My chest gets all tight and breathing is hard.  SO much to do and so little time.  Allan is about as helpfull as poop on the wall.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116109891629523537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116109891629523537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116109891629523537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116109891629523537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/having-panic-attack-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116079801362435919</id><published>2006-10-13T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:53:33.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had  a bad day today, I had one of my dark spells.  It is such a horrible feeling.  My emotions tell me that I wnt to kill myself because I am so sad, but my logical self tells me that this too will pass.  Bad day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116079801362435919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116079801362435919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116079801362435919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116079801362435919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-bad-day-today-i-had-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116077028094498185</id><published>2006-10-13T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:11:20.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like it when people prove me wrong, sometimes.  I was listening to Billy Graham's daughter on the hour...wow.  She was so well spoken!  I didn't agree with everything she said but I think I was impressed with her intelligence and her manner of presenting her ideas.  She didn't attack, she didn't throw out red herrings she was self assured, succinct, and a solid speaker.  So not what I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116077028094498185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116077028094498185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116077028094498185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116077028094498185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-like-it-when-people-prove-me-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116076916128595785</id><published>2006-10-13T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:52:41.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is anybody happy?  When was the last time you were so happy you had tears running down your cheeks?  Heeh some porn dude put a message in my guestbook and it mysteriuosly dissapeared...odd.  So I ordered some hot fuck me shoes for the boys in my play.  But I don't tink they will arrive in time, does anyone have some hot fuck me shoes in like a size 13 hanging around?please?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116076916128595785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116076916128595785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116076916128595785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116076916128595785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-anybody-happy-when-was-last-time-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-116042675885376420</id><published>2006-10-09T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:45:58.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to see this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116042675885376420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=116042675885376420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116042675885376420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/116042675885376420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115954826302291358</id><published>2006-09-29T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:44:23.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the world of completely shallow complaints...why do they have to air Grey's and Ugly Betty at the same time??!!!  They are produced by the same network, thast just silly!  Also now that means I will have to download at least one of them each week.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115954826302291358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115954826302291358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115954826302291358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115954826302291358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-world-of-completely-shallow.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115948621523906150</id><published>2006-09-28T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:30:15.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nathan's girlfriend of 8 years dumped him last weekend.  He is devastated.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115948621523906150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115948621523906150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115948621523906150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115948621523906150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/nathans-girlfriend-of-8-years-dumped.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115928586295756585</id><published>2006-09-26T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T08:51:02.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The internet is a funny thing.  As I sit here this morning I realize I am looking for something meaningfull online, something that will keep my attention something that will revitalize my life, something that will propel me into action.  Heeh.  That kind of inspiration can only be found within.  Sigh.  Funny how knowing something and acting on it are two very different things.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115928586295756585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115928586295756585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115928586295756585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115928586295756585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/internet-is-funny-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115921640971668312</id><published>2006-09-25T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:33:29.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If I say it's going to be done, let's do it.  Let's not put it in the hands of fate.  Let's not put it in the hands of someone who doesn't know me.  I know me bast.  Then take a breath and go ahead."-Anita Baker"I refuse to consign the whole male sex to the nursery.  I insist on believing that some men are my equals."-Brigid Brophy"I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115921640971668312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115921640971668312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115921640971668312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115921640971668312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-say-its-going-to-be-done-lets-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115920633021541911</id><published>2006-09-25T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T10:45:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Opinions are like assholes everybodies got one.I don't know who said it but I totally agree.  I hate it when people give me their opinion in form of a command.  Sorry I don't have to do or think the same way as anyone.  I like hearing peoples opinions I just don't like it when they offer it as though it is the ONLY solution, sorry that just isn't the case.  No one is right all the time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115920633021541911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115920633021541911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115920633021541911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115920633021541911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/opinions-are-like-assholes-everybodies.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115877010372846548</id><published>2006-09-20T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:35:03.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a fight with Allan yesterday.  I spent about an hour trying to figure out where all of our money has been going, there is about $400 I can not account for.  Then when we get home Allan tells me he hasn't put his cheque in yet.  I lost it.  I had been bugging him about it for most of last week.  He was like yeah I figured we'd wait just a few more days.  That did it I was up and screaming like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115877010372846548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115877010372846548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115877010372846548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115877010372846548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/had-fight-with-allan-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115835677436947863</id><published>2006-09-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:46:14.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the recent shooting in Monteal is horrific.  I am so saddened by this event.  I didn't see any kind of tribute at U Vic that doesn't mean there isn't one, it may have escaped my notice.  I think I will light a candle tonight on my own.Something I find really gross is the media's need to sensationalize the killer. The fact that he wore black and kept a blog on a goth site.   And the music,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115835677436947863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115835677436947863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115835677436947863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115835677436947863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-recent-shooting-in-monteal-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115833488452175006</id><published>2006-09-15T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:41:24.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO yeah, I could never ever be an acountant.  It just would never ever happen.  I find it hard enough trying to balance, Allan's, and my own accounts.  I find it very frustrating.  he is going away this weekend on a biking trip with Mark, and he expected me to figure out what to do with the dog.  YEAH RIGHT!  You don't just abandon the responsability in the lap of someone else when you are taking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115833488452175006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115833488452175006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115833488452175006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115833488452175006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-yeah-i-could-never-ever-be-acountant.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115817511666670465</id><published>2006-09-13T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:18:36.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, or the day after Soozen saved my bottom.Seriously, thank-you Sooze.  I wasn't sure what he was looking for in my essay for today.  Phew, its good to have smart friends.  Will somebody out there please tell me what the fuck I was thinking in deciding to major in English?  really!My loan came in today, and then went out again:$2500 Mastercard$1500 Visa$2222 School$450  Hbc Card$150  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115817511666670465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115817511666670465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115817511666670465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115817511666670465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/wednesday-or-day-after-soozen-saved-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115772880731844130</id><published>2006-09-08T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:20:07.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will be reading Moby Dick, this term.  hey Sooze...you took american lit yes?  Was your proff a little on the sexist side?  Mine seems to think all "good" literature came from mens wanting to seperate themselves from womens lit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115772880731844130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115772880731844130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115772880731844130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115772880731844130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-will-be-reading-moby-dick-this-term.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115755755619883173</id><published>2006-09-06T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:45:56.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it looks as though this term you will be hearing alot more from me.  I arrive on campus at 7:30 ish and don't have class until 9 ish so I have lots of time to hang about and do crap.  As of right now my main concern in life is money.  My student loan stuff has not come through and I have three cheques written and ready to come out of my account any minute, and of course there is only enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115755755619883173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115755755619883173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115755755619883173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115755755619883173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-it-looks-as-though-this-term-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115688555703043020</id><published>2006-08-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:05:57.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupidest question thus far...Do you sell books?sigh.Well how do you answer that one?Yes.Thats why our store is called Ten Old Books.No.  We just have a large library our real racket is underground fighting marmots.Please insert your own pithy rejoinders in my guest book!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115688555703043020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115688555703043020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115688555703043020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115688555703043020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupidest-question-thus-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115593391405647481</id><published>2006-08-18T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:57:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I ever own a retail establishment the following rules shall apply to all customers and employees.1.  If a customer asks a stupid question they can expect to be treated as such.  Large worded charts may be employed in the learning process as well as speaking loudly, and then tusseling their hair when task is accomplished.  How about a nice cookie then?2.  Should the customer enter a shoe/book/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115593391405647481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115593391405647481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115593391405647481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115593391405647481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-i-ever-own-retail-establishment.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115593275256152459</id><published>2006-08-18T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:25:52.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw a tv show the other dya that referenced suicide pacts.  It made me think about what we will do when surrounded by our peers and placed in an impossible situation.  Anyway in other news...Anyone want to enter into a break up with your boyfriend pact with me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115593275256152459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115593275256152459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115593275256152459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115593275256152459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-saw-tv-show-other-dya-that-referenced.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115522916368481142</id><published>2006-08-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:59:23.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holiday Shots well some of them anyway.  It starts at the end so click on the arrow that goes left and it will go back to the begining.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115522916368481142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115522916368481142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115522916368481142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115522916368481142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/holiday-shots-well-some-of-them-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115507178858141434</id><published>2006-08-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:16:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little old Lady was hit by a van today out front of the garage building.  I didn't see it happen, but I watched as strangers held her and wrote down what she was saying.  She got up and walked to the gurney when the paramedics arrived, so she wasn't mortaly wounded ( I hope).  There was a huge wound on her temple that looked quite severe.  I hope she is ok.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115507178858141434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115507178858141434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115507178858141434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115507178858141434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-old-lady-was-hit-by-van-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115463976094903470</id><published>2006-08-03T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:16:00.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the tentative dates are the 6th of November untill the 9th.  So it will be a four day run, I need to hear back from LJ before I can finalize anything though.So I am sitting here at work trying to visualize what I want for the boys in terms of costumes.  Ryan, last night wasn't thrilled about having to shave his legs.  HEEH!  I know I want one of the actors to have a Rita Hayworth/Gilda look, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115463976094903470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115463976094903470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115463976094903470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115463976094903470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-tentative-dates-are-6th-of-november.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115454469643593661</id><published>2006-08-02T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:51:36.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVERYTHING IS HAPPY EVERYTHING IS GRAND!!!looks as though the garage showroom is a go!Looks as though I have two actors for sure now, although I may turf one of them if he gets too saucy!AM HAPPY!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115454469643593661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115454469643593661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115454469643593661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115454469643593661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/everything-is-happy-everything-is-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115449868506361725</id><published>2006-08-01T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:04:45.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny thing, since I have decided I am going to direct this play I have been feeling a lot happier in general.Something ticked me off though, and I can't quite figure out a way to articulate my anger to the person who provoked it.  I want him to act in my play, but he did two things.  One he asked in a way that was more akin to demanding that another person not be involved in the show.  Second he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115449868506361725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115449868506361725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115449868506361725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115449868506361725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-thing-since-i-have-decided-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115394596515020837</id><published>2006-07-26T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T13:32:45.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid Question of the Day award:Silly Lady:  Has there been a woman in your store?Me (with straight face):  There have been several.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115394596515020837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115394596515020837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115394596515020837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115394596515020837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-question-of-day-award-silly-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115378570699837386</id><published>2006-07-24T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:01:47.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck.So he hasn't worked for like a week and a half.  I mean he is back at work now but there was awhile there were he wasn't doing much of anything.  So he fully expects for me to chip in to pay his car insurance.  And I am totally balking at the idea.He more or less supported me for a year, and now I want nothing to do with paying for him at all. Thats me ladies...selfish bitch.I mean if he had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115378570699837386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115378570699837386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115378570699837386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115378570699837386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115367219805916071</id><published>2006-07-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:29:58.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw two things today that I thought might appeal to Lindsie.OneTwo**On two look for the cartoons they are in the second drawer down in the desk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115367219805916071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115367219805916071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115367219805916071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115367219805916071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-saw-two-things-today-that-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115352317338643908</id><published>2006-07-21T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:06:13.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today I made a point of telling him that the dining room needed another coat of primer before he went ahead and painted yellow, because the original colour was a really dark navy blue and it was shining through the primer.  I said this for a reason, because we have tons of primer paint already but only one can of the new yelllow colour that was quite a bit more expensive than the primer.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115352317338643908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115352317338643908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115352317338643908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115352317338643908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-today-i-made-point-of-telling-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115267390125768202</id><published>2006-07-11T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:11:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So someone stole from the bookshop, they stole a fucking first fucking edition fucking hard cover, fucking ALice Munro worth fucking $400!!  Not only that they stole it from behind the desk.  Not only that but not very many people knew about it so I am undoubtably a fucking suspect!!  This makes me MAD!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115267390125768202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115267390125768202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115267390125768202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115267390125768202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-someone-stole-from-bookshop-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115138939740514478</id><published>2006-06-26T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:23:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sigh.When he looks at me like he did today, and holds me gently stroking my hair, I just want to cry.  There is so much about him that I still care about, that I still love.  I never thought that lifestyle differences and irresponsability would cause a relationship where there was love to end.  This is so fucking hard and no one but me can do it.fuck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115138939740514478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115138939740514478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115138939740514478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115138939740514478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115099812680482704</id><published>2006-06-22T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:42:06.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Issue or: The Fundamental Reason Why I am Having a Hard Time Ending thingsby MEIts about human touch and family.  I know this sounds pathetic but I feel really quite lonely right now.  None of my family is nearby and I am not the kind of person who is very touchy feely with other people who aren't family.  SO I want that intimacy of hugs and that feeling of family, but the only person here i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115099812680482704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115099812680482704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115099812680482704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115099812680482704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/issue-or-fundamental-reason-why-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115095629377914258</id><published>2006-06-21T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:04:53.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick again.  Being in this house makes me physically sick.  I become lethargic and feel ill all the damn time.  I spend most of my time sitting or eating and it is so bad for me.  I clean, stir up the dust and feel sicker.  I'm leaning towards hiring somebody to help me once a week.  Things with allan are terrible.  He knows something is wrong, I know something is wrong, I just can't bring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115095629377914258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115095629377914258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115095629377914258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115095629377914258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115043786895852994</id><published>2006-06-15T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:04:28.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Egypt re-awoke a lot of things in me that I thought had dissapeared a long time ago.  I don't want to stay in Canada and I hope I don't let myself get trapped.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115043786895852994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115043786895852994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115043786895852994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115043786895852994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/egypt-re-awoke-lot-of-things-in-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-115043775861133531</id><published>2006-06-15T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:02:38.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is eleven pm and I am sitting up bothered by the events of the day.  Not so much because it was a bad day but because it was an average day in the life I have come to inhabit.  I am feeling trapped and somehow misplaced.  I feel like maybe my life is living me.  What happened to all the excitment?  What happend to the adventure?  What happened to feeling really alive instead of living my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/115043775861133531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=115043775861133531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115043775861133531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/115043775861133531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-is-eleven-pm-and-i-am-sitting-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114854037263821242</id><published>2006-05-24T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:59:32.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sooze, I think we should go to Reed's wedding together.  We should each do our nails and make-up, and pay to get our hair done.  So we will look nice.  Make a girly day of it.  What ya think?  Also Lindsie and Amber should join us if they so wish.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114854037263821242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114854037263821242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114854037263821242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114854037263821242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/sooze-i-think-we-should-go-to-reeds.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114854028123804742</id><published>2006-05-24T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:58:01.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114854028123804742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114854028123804742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114854028123804742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114854028123804742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114810619268462099</id><published>2006-05-19T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:23:12.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Didn't end up going to the sinai instead we hit Alexandria which was nice because i got to spend teh day with me Mum...altogether now...awwwwww</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114810619268462099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114810619268462099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114810619268462099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114810619268462099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/didnt-end-up-going-to-sinai-instead-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114810596746789419</id><published>2006-05-19T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:19:27.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever....(Bold the ones you've done)01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink02. Swam with wild dolphins 03. Climbed a mountain04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive05.Been inside the Great Pyramid 06. Held a tarantula07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone08. Said 'I love you' and meant it09. Hugged a tree10. Done a striptease11. Bungee jumped12. Visited Paris13. Watched a lightning storm at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114810596746789419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114810596746789419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114810596746789419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114810596746789419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114796451444153636</id><published>2006-05-18T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:01:54.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HiSo I am i Egypt and it is kinda sandy.  Lots of sand really all over the bloody place.  Saw the museum and the mummies, saw the pyramids and the sphinx.  Got poked in the boob by a naughty old man.  Also was molested by an equally naughty old man in France begining to wonder if maybe my boobs have an invisible target symbol visible only to nasty old men.  This weekend i am off to camp with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114796451444153636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114796451444153636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114796451444153636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114796451444153636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-so-i-am-i-egypt-and-it-is-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114663725500923415</id><published>2006-05-02T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:20:55.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my boss knew my mom and dad when they first had me, and before.  She was telling me today how she remembered seeing my Dad walking with me when I wasn't quite two years old.  He was walking with me in the summer evening, holding my hand and just spending time with me.  I have no memories of this kind of him at all.  I only remember the yelling and the fights.  It is nice to know we had our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114663725500923415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114663725500923415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114663725500923415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114663725500923415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-my-boss-knew-my-mom-and-dad-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114436418916735768</id><published>2006-04-06T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:56:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have always planned to go through my posts about Cameron, print them out and then put them in a special journal I have kept for that precise purpose.  Today while waiting for my ride I dug them out of my archives and cut and pasted them into an email to myself so I could get on that.Sitting here reading about him brings tears to my eyes.  It is silly I suppose that I stopped writing about him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114436418916735768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114436418916735768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114436418916735768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114436418916735768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-always-planned-to-go-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114228156222144514</id><published>2006-03-13T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T12:26:02.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I fucking hate this I hate him for being back in my life and it isn't even his fault.  His ex-wife sent me his email.  I hate that I can't let this go.  I hate him for not being there ever when I needed him.  I hate him for showing up when it always does the most damage.  I hate him for being this presence in my life that haunts me.  I just fucking hate it.  I know if I want to get on with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114228156222144514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114228156222144514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114228156222144514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114228156222144514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-fucking-hate-this-i-hate-him-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114228097290204571</id><published>2006-03-13T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T12:16:12.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my Dad lives here and his ex-wife just sent me his email address.  Something about a ball and a court...Oh yes thats right I'd like to whack him in the balls and then take him to court for everything he has got.Just kidding...sort of.  The man pops up in my life once every 6-7 years.  I know I need closure but how on earth do I acheive that because once I have spoken to him the communication </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114228097290204571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114228097290204571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114228097290204571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114228097290204571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-my-dad-lives-here-and-his-ex-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114093065669194556</id><published>2006-02-25T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:10:56.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I get Sunday off which is good because I need to catch up on homework that I have been avoiding.  Avoiding, yeah theres a word.  Sometimes it feels like I am avoiding my whole life.  I avoid homework, I avoid Allan issues, I avoid cleaning, I avoid dealing with my Dad.  SIGHSO tired, I can't sleep right now at all.  Every time I lay down stuff starts pouring out of my head that I haven't been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114093065669194556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114093065669194556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114093065669194556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114093065669194556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-get-sunday-off-which-is-good-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114074023471330315</id><published>2006-02-23T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:17:14.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What does it mean?Radio by Robbie WilliamsoachI feel it in the staticHe lives in my basement And I can hardly face itMy performance is easyI am the god of romanceAnd in my confusionI have the right to reignHe's stolen my OscarsHe trades on my jokesHe makes all my engines go oh oh oh ohHe put an "e" in the arsenalA comb in my 'froDivine retributionAnd away we will goHey hey hey heySomething's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114074023471330315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114074023471330315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114074023471330315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114074023471330315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-does-it-mean-radio-by-robbie.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114072115556368003</id><published>2006-02-23T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T10:59:15.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is where I am going in France, hopefull Lindsie will come too.  Apparently we are going along with a mad cap gang of Librarians, My Mother, and a ten year old boy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114072115556368003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114072115556368003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114072115556368003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114072115556368003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-where-i-am-going-in-france.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114072088770117504</id><published>2006-02-23T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T10:54:47.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lindsie does this trailer look familair?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114072088770117504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114072088770117504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114072088770117504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114072088770117504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/02/lindsie-does-this-trailer-look-familair.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-114010760554034410</id><published>2006-02-16T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:33:25.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was watching the men's figure skating the other night and I was blown away by Emmanuel Sandhu.  What a shame he didn't get his proper jumps, and that he had trouble with his spins.  He was a lot of fun to watch.  I liked Buttle's music, but I didn't think he had sandhu's grace.  I didn't like the Russian skater at all.  I mean I understand he was a great technical skater but i felt he had all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/114010760554034410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=114010760554034410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114010760554034410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/114010760554034410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-watching-mens-figure-skating.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113987284343376321</id><published>2006-02-13T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:20:43.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We thought Jazz had ingested drano the other day, turns out he probably didn't...phew.  I bought some rad yarn today, instead of a hat I am making myself a scarf and some socks for Allan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113987284343376321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113987284343376321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113987284343376321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113987284343376321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-thought-jazz-had-ingested-drano.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113984705252831938</id><published>2006-02-13T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:10:53.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...what is new...The insurance ran out on the little white car so we are now driving the mega beast Dodge Van that Allan's Father left him.  Of course for some odd reason Al's step-Mother won't sign it over to him.  Instead she just paid for the insurance.  At any rate its a gas guzzler and barely starts in the morning prompting Allan to freak out and have hissy fits.  I have decided on my next</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113984705252831938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113984705252831938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113984705252831938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113984705252831938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113950451427852073</id><published>2006-02-09T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:01:54.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IOf you have a chance to check out Rick Mercer's Blog, do so!  Especially the part where he lists conservative MP's quotes...good lord I hope he has made those up!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113950451427852073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113950451427852073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113950451427852073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113950451427852073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/02/iof-you-have-chance-to-check-out-rick.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113950393236043947</id><published>2006-02-09T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:52:12.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know very much about politics.  When Belinda crossed over from conservative to Liberal, I didn't really care.  I knew that her stances on many issues were in line with the liberal views.  Now that Emerson has become a Conservative I am finding myself far more condemning.  Mostly because I know that a lot of people voted for liberals out of fear of a Conservative government.  So this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113950393236043947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113950393236043947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113950393236043947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113950393236043947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-know-very-much-about-politics.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113869065972571159</id><published>2006-01-30T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:57:39.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watched Proof tonight.  It made me think a lot about fear.  The kind of fear that dehabilitates and freezes us ina dangerous pattern.  The kind of fear that stops us from making positive steps with out lives.  Maybe the fear is as simple as the fear of hurting somone else...maybe its as simple as being afraid to live up to your abilities because then you don't have to worry about letting anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113869065972571159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113869065972571159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113869065972571159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113869065972571159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/01/watched-proof-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113831380350907421</id><published>2006-01-26T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:16:43.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Political ProfileOverall: 0% Conservative, 100% LiberalSocial Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% LiberalPersonal Responsibility: 0% Conservative, 100% LiberalFiscal Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% LiberalEthics: 0% Conservative, 100% LiberalDefense and Crime: 0% Conservative, 100% LiberalHow Liberal / Conservative Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113831380350907421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113831380350907421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113831380350907421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113831380350907421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-political-profile-overall-0.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113805019722567035</id><published>2006-01-23T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:03:17.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a fucking day.  I hate it when proffs put you in an awkward position.  If I don't have my hand up its entirely possible that I do not have an answer.  Sigh.  My pride got dented today, I hate it when that happens.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113805019722567035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113805019722567035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113805019722567035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113805019722567035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-fucking-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113642601981057272</id><published>2006-01-04T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:53:39.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a great freaking day!First I thought I was going to hate this term and that I was going to have to commute three times a week.  I don't, and I don't.  I just have to commute twice.I like my classes so far!  I also thought I was going to get an incomplete or a D in one of my classes, instead I got  B+ !!!  I found $5 on the side walk AND I talked to Susan!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113642601981057272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113642601981057272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113642601981057272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113642601981057272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-great-freaking-day-first-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113419471950963171</id><published>2005-12-09T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:09:14.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113419471950963171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113419471950963171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113419471950963171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113419471950963171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/12/one.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113347839006110873</id><published>2005-12-01T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:06:30.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113347839006110873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113347839006110873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113347839006110873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113347839006110873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113328408683990199</id><published>2005-11-29T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T09:08:06.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well we are in election mode again.  I think I will vote NDP but I am not really sure.  They are predicting a NDP majority in BC, which I think is interesting because it wasn't that long ago that we were a conservative majority.  Oh, how we do swing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113328408683990199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113328408683990199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113328408683990199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113328408683990199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-we-are-in-election-mode-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113287164214373756</id><published>2005-11-24T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:34:02.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have such a fucking headache.  I am tired, I have more work to do than I was expecting, and my proff has just contradicted himself so I want to twist his nuts off.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113287164214373756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113287164214373756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113287164214373756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113287164214373756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-such-fucking-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113262461906071293</id><published>2005-11-21T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:56:59.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the next Hospice movie that Lindsie and I are going to see together!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113262461906071293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113262461906071293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113262461906071293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113262461906071293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-next-hospice-movie-that-lindsie.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113228657915766703</id><published>2005-11-17T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:02:59.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CUTE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113228657915766703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113228657915766703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113228657915766703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113228657915766703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113225805654681617</id><published>2005-11-17T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:07:36.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With so many available opportunities available to us here in Canada, what does it say about those of us who fail to take advantage of said opportunities?  Are we stupid?  Are we slackers?  Are we unmotivated?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113225805654681617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113225805654681617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113225805654681617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113225805654681617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/with-so-many-available-opportunities.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113200448204089218</id><published>2005-11-14T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:41:22.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to learn how to print my own t-shirts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113200448204089218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113200448204089218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113200448204089218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113200448204089218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-to-learn-how-to-print-my-own-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113200409263892012</id><published>2005-11-14T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:34:52.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is it with British Celebrities and making people pay for viewing their websites?  (IE David Bowie and John Cleese)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113200409263892012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113200409263892012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113200409263892012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113200409263892012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-it-with-british-celebrities-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113139002910047088</id><published>2005-11-07T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:00:29.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is so fucking cold today, and I still don't have a winter coat!Allan is so funny.  He can be a thunderball of anger when he gets going, "fuck this, fuck that rar rar rar!!"but when it comes to Dingo he is such a suck.  He adores that puppy, they are so cute together."Whose my very best buddy""You're my only real buddy aren't you!""Who is my guy, who is my guy?"I honestly think Dingo has helped</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113139002910047088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113139002910047088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113139002910047088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113139002910047088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-is-so-fucking-cold-today-and-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113125223620561009</id><published>2005-11-05T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:43:56.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teehee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113125223620561009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113125223620561009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113125223620561009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113125223620561009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/teehee.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113124365180143319</id><published>2005-11-05T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:20:51.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOLSooze you know I could never choose between Animal and Pepe!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113124365180143319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113124365180143319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113124365180143319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113124365180143319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/lol-sooze-you-know-i-could-never-choose.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113124333846751217</id><published>2005-11-05T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:15:38.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113124333846751217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113124333846751217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113124333846751217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113124333846751217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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-3134867.post-113063164897437014</id><published>2005-10-29T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T17:20:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange Experience.I was reading Blue Horizon the other night and I came across something that I had experienced.It was an incedent of torture, in order to get information out of a man, they tied him to a tree and put fire ants in his ear. He nearly bites his tongue off.I can empathize.  When we lived in the Solomons fire ants had just begun to show up they were an invasive species that had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/feeds/113063164897437014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3134867&amp;postID=113063164897437014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113063164897437014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3134867/posts/default/113063164897437014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hemnoamoa.blogspot.com/2005/10/strange-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Gnome</name><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>
