<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335</id><updated>2009-11-01T20:58:17.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hey.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-378415538175332729</id><published>2009-09-05T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:42:18.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Life</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the loooong weekend.  My plans involved sleeping in lots, then finally sorting through everything I own and organizing it and my apartment and clearing room as I have decided to keep living there through the winter at least, and will be getting the couch from upstairs at the end of the month when the boys move out of the house.  (Very excited about that, plus they should be sorting out the internet soon too, and are going to take 50 bucks off my rent.  Sweeeet.) I was going to give everything a good clean, organize my kitchen better so hopefully soon I cann get a table or island thingee to put on the other wall so I have more counterspace and room to work in there.  Then I was going to do a big grocery shop and bake something yummy.  I was looking forward to this very much.  So, of course, yesterday my landchick’s sister (acting landlady for the moment) comes by and tells me that the sump pump is busted, and it’s behind my bathroom, so I can’t use the water for potentially a couple of days, and they have to rip apart my bathroom to get at it and fix it.  Her dad came out from bc to try to fix it and they told me they would be over at 8 am today and be working all day, so while I was welcome to stay, as I live in basically one big room, that would kinda suck, plus no water so I couldn’t really do much but watch tv, since I had to clear everything out of the bathroom and the area outside it and shove it into the living area, making my place an even bigger mess of boxes and crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get up at 7 and chillax waiting for them to get there.  They don’t show up til about 1030.  (then say, at least it wasn’t 8 right?  well I thought that’s when you were coming so I got up early to be ready to go for then, but thanks anyways.) Currently I sit at Starbucks, on my precious internets, I’ll ditch my laptop at work and shop and wander around a bit later on, and hopefully not be bored out of my mind.  I figure I could always go to work and clean the oven if I get really desperate haha.  Chick said she’d call later on to let me know whassup and they’d prob be working into the evening (so yeah, lots of time to kill).  If they don’t finish by then, whihc they’re not sure they will, and they can’t get it back into a state where I can at least sleep there and have water for the night etc, then they’ll put me up in a hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my weekend of productivity.  I’m hoping they can fix it today, or else put me in the hotel room so at least I can relax and get some sleep.  If I have to go back tonight, then get up early and leave again so they can come back and work all day tomorrow, I think I’ll cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-378415538175332729?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/378415538175332729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=378415538175332729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/378415538175332729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/378415538175332729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-life.html' title='Oh Life'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-6529618025274079804</id><published>2009-08-23T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:45:57.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vic/Van Days 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SpG4fHj70WI/AAAAAAAABAI/-SimpvadvSU/s1600-h/IMG000637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SpG4fHj70WI/AAAAAAAABAI/-SimpvadvSU/s320/IMG000637.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373278675174936930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmanohmanohman Kings of Leon wooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up not so bright or early to go to Van.  We had planned to leave around 9 I think, maybe 10?  Anyways we totally watched Gilmore Girls til 10 on W (there’s 2 episodes on Sunday mornings and my dad and I watch them every week and text back and forth during….cause we’re soooooo awesome), then leisurely made our way to the ferry terminal.  The lady in the ticket booth said there was a chance we would make the 11 and as it turned out we were the seocnd last car on the boat!  wowow!  We’ve been the last car before so it wasn’t THAT impressive but still we were pretty jazzed.  My dad was feeling kinda sickly and not really that into going to the show, as he usually is before we go to concerts, just a little case of old-man self-consciousness I think, but we had an early dinner at the Moxie’s in the hotel and were both feeling rather sleepy and mellow around 7 o’clock when we decided to head over.  The opening band, The Whigs, had already started when we got there, meaning I totally could have gotten a hoodie without waiting in line had I got cash!!!!  I didn’t though so was a little sad.  Maybe I’ll try ebay a bit later, they don’t sell merch on their website boooo.  The show was super effing rad, and we sat down the whole time which was nice for my dad, there was a direct path of people sitting in front of us so we could see the stage perfectly, and we were pretty far away so it was nice to just chill and enjoy the show.  They played sooo many songs from the first 3 albums, including pretty well all my favourites so I was one intensely happy camper.  Charmer is pretty much the greatest song in the world.  Their encore was rad, Slow Night, So Long played first then 4 other songs, equally rad.  They switched the setlist around a bit which was cool, prob because they had the other show in Van too.  Basically, it was awesome and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  My dad loved it too, once he was there he had a great time, which I knew he would.  I think he has a little man crush on the lead singer.  I never did before, but I think I have a bit of a crush on him now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home fairly early the next day and then I hung out with two super rad chicks in the evening.  (it seems weird to include this since you two are pretty much my entire readership, but to leave it out would diminish the wicked awesome evening we had!)  After enjoying some starbucks, we went to Langford!!  ….where we turned around in a parking lot and drove back to town.  Then it was on to Esquimalt!!  …where we stopped at a drugstore, to buy some toiletries.  Then I had to get me some ocean, so we walked along the breakwater, ALL THE WAY OUT and back, and I didn’t get pushed off by any psychopaths at any point!!  Did I mention I’m afraid of EVERYTHING?  I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve ever walked the length of the breakwater, so yay for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-6529618025274079804?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/6529618025274079804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=6529618025274079804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6529618025274079804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6529618025274079804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/08/vicvan-days-2-3.html' title='Vic/Van Days 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SpG4fHj70WI/AAAAAAAABAI/-SimpvadvSU/s72-c/IMG000637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-8933104543185174863</id><published>2009-08-23T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:44:32.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vic Day 1</title><content type='html'>Flew in bright and early yesterday morning, thankfully no airport issues, though at the end of the flight they had us applaud one of our passengers who was 83 years old, and had never flown before, which I thought was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had coffee with my daddio and walked around a bit, then later on we went for delicious fish and chips (and oysters….mmmmmm…) at Haultain Fish and Chips…..oh my goodness I have been waiting for those fish and chips for soooo long.  In the evening I went to a movie and had coffee with a lovely lady.  Julie and Julia is a super cute movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m sitting on the couch watching The Gilmore Gals with my dad, both of us still in pjs.  We were going to leave nowish haha.  Oh well, we’ll be off soon.  Me being on the computer probably isn’t helping either…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-8933104543185174863?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/8933104543185174863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=8933104543185174863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/8933104543185174863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/8933104543185174863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/08/vic-day-1.html' title='Vic Day 1'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-1621135275540937324</id><published>2009-08-15T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:50:45.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like a Microwave in This Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SocDLUNk5AI/AAAAAAAAA_4/1Qcg2L6PmTc/s1600-h/vfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SocDLUNk5AI/AAAAAAAAA_4/1Qcg2L6PmTc/s320/vfest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370264573601702914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo Virgin Fest!!!  Oh boy do I have to go to more festivals next year.  Lounging around in the sun (not a guarantee, I know) listening to music?  Yes please and thank you.  Because I had already seen most of the bands that I really liked already and been pretty well front and off center for most of them, this was a pretty chill weekend.  We were fairly close to the stage the first day and only stood up for Pearl Jam, and then we sat further up the hill the second day, lying in the sun in between sets (and in some cases, during, yawn, wintersleep).  Pearl Jam was pretty much the only draw the first day, and were freaking awesome, playing a 2 hour + set, with 2 encores.  It was wicked.  I also quite liked Mother Mother (though they looked liked knobs) and really liked Thunderheist (kind of electropop?  this chick who was hilarious singing with a dj basically, oh and they recently added a drummer).  K-os was fun too, though frankly I didn’t even remember he performed until I was trying to think of who else was there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day we made it probably halfway through Social Code, maybe a bit earlier, I don’t think they played very long.  We caught the Darkness and White Stripes covers (which kind of outraged this Australian chick who was with us, I thought that was funny), a few new songs (which were really good), and then a couple older songs at the end.  I was totally going to meet up with Brandon (friendly neighbourhood Social Code fan) and Michelle(Prince George-ian Social Code fan) there, but then he went to Seattle and didn’t have internet, and I had to work 13 hour days and didn’t get a chance to go on the internet, so no plan was made.  Haha I’ve lived in the same city as him for almost a year now and we still haven’t met.  Then there was some band from England (White Lies) who were derivative of Joy Division and The Killers and kinda boring I thought (the paper said The Fratellis were at last year’s vfest.  I got very angry when I read that.  Matthew Good, New Pornographers, Feist, Flaming Lips, Fratellis???  This year’s line-up was so thrown together), Tokyo Police Club was enjoyable, but I think may be better suited to clubs than Olympic ski hills, all the fun and energy that I got when I saw them last year didn’t quite make it up to us.  Metric was cool, not much more to say about them.  I liked them a few years ago, not really into them anymore, but they were enjoyable, Emily Haines kind of bugs me though, I don’t know what it is, I really like her singing but she just bugs me.  Billy Talent was awesome.  I love them so much.  They said they’d be back soon on a headlining tour so I’m super pumped for that.  Emily already said she’d go with me and I’m definitely going to go for floor (if they do that).  I haven’t gotten all sweaty and pummelled in a crowd for a looong time.  I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally meant to bring my camera the second day but forgot.  Lame.  These photos courtesy of Amy darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SocDX7QzlGI/AAAAAAAABAA/16yE6b8JEHA/s1600-h/clair+amy+vfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SocDX7QzlGI/AAAAAAAABAA/16yE6b8JEHA/s320/clair+amy+vfest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370264790242661474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-1621135275540937324?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/1621135275540937324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=1621135275540937324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/1621135275540937324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/1621135275540937324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-like-microwave-in-this-bitch.html' title='It&apos;s Like a Microwave in This Bitch!'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SocDLUNk5AI/AAAAAAAAA_4/1Qcg2L6PmTc/s72-c/vfest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-6593024781495241502</id><published>2009-08-04T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:44:34.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzzzzzzzzz.</title><content type='html'>Well I had a pretty uneventful long weekend, so here's a quiz/meme thingee I did on Sunday.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 to 9, as per usual for a Sunday.  Right in time for the Gilmore Girls on W.  I don’t set an alarm, it just happens that way.  Must be my Gilmore sense or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you like your steak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medium rare?  with a baked potato?  and asparagus?  mmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm....can’t remember the name....Ryan Reynolds, Sandra Bullock...The Proposal!  Funny it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are your favorite TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear...let’s stick with current, shall we?  House, Big Bang Theory, Ugly Betty, The Office, Lie To Me, Dollhouse, Anna and Kristina’s Grocery Bag, So You Think You Can Dance, Big Brother, plus pretty much all of TLC and The Food Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear once again...I get fleeting desires to live pretty much everywhere...New York, Seattle, somewhere in New England or another north eastern state (specifically, Baltimore, Washington DC, and pretty much anywhere in Virginia), LA, England.  I think I have a bit of anywhere-but-here syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...MacDonalds.  Apparently the one downtown I went to stops breakfast earlier than most of the other ones, but since I’d waited in line so long, and I always feel like I’m going to be killed when I go in there, I got a cheeseburger and fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...I like different things from a lot of different cuisines, which is nice because there’s always something I can get and enjoy at almost any restaurant.  Among my favourites I guess apart from North American cuisine are Chinese, Indian and Thai?  I am kind of a wimp about spicy foods though, not as much as I used to be, but still, a pretty big wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this types of food or specific items?  I’m not huge on Mexican or Southwestern food. As for specific items, there are many, and also many exceptions...peas, raisins, tomatoes most of the time (except in sauces or salads), most instant or processed foods, and most mushy foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Place to Eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earls, Haultain Fish and Chips, Romeo’s (not as much as I used to, but there are still several things there I can be perfectly content eating), I’m having trouble thinking of more...I think most places are more for atmosphere and camaraderie than the actual food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite dressing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom’s spinach salad dressing (very garlicky, dry mustard, oil and lemon juice) and the caesar salad dressing at Earls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my favourite clothes are kind of hippy/boho looking, I guess because they’re so comfy?  that and random t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...see the where would you want to live question, and add Hawaii, a lot of Asia, a lot of Europe, maybe Australia, a lot of the States, a lot of Canada...Some places I have no interest in visiting:  Mexico, France, Spain, most of South America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this question...so I guess empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you want to retire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, depends what kind of swingin lifestyle I have when I’m of retiring age?  Victoria or somewhere on Vancouver Island would be nice, or some other island off the coast of BC.  I told my dad recently that I wanted to retire in a houseboat in Fisherman’s Wharf and become a dirty hippie.  He responded with something along the lines of, I hope I’m dead by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno?  depends what day?  I don’t think I have one, there are just too many variables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get into pretty much any sport live, but watching sports on tv bores me to tears.  I guess hockey would be number one, I don’t really follow any sports though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think will not tag you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not tagging onyone, I’m just doing this out of boredom, and for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a waste of two questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shut up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bird watcher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm...no?  that’s a bizarre and vague question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more morning than most people, or have been conditioned to be, get up so early though that I tend to get pretty crabby by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, not for years.  I’m not really a pet person, as weird as that is for anyone to say.  I guess because I didn’t grow up with any cats or dogs?  Just a guinea pig who didn’t like anyone but my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, a teacher mostly I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know.  that’s pretty lame.  When my aunt and uncle and cousins would visit from Prince Rupert is probably high on the list, going to Phantom of the Opera in Vancouver with my mom, going to Harrison Hot Springs. with the fam was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.  thanks for the reminder blahhahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes actually, unless it doesn’t work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh pretty much everything.  At work I pretty much hate every customer for some reason or another.  I am very bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good ol pepperoni, cheese, mushrooms if it’s panago, olives, spinach special from Romeo’s is the best pizza of life pretty much, oh and that weird pizza Dylan and I concocted from that place on Quadra I don’t even remember what it was except delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerbera daisies, orchids are neat, roses I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baskin Robbins Peanut butter and Chocolate, I also like mint chocolate chip, some kind of coffee flavour, cookies and cream, nothing with fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subway is good, and mcdonalds..ohhhh new york fries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can’t fail if you don’t try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember.  I get so many emails from websites and so few from real people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh so hard....Ikea, the Bay, Blame Betty, Walmart, I like shopping.  I don’t think I would ever choose to max out my credit card though...this question seems like an exciting prize kinda thing but I could do this anytime I want, and end up severely in debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm....no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.  yes and no.  the job itself, yes.  so many aspects of it, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York city baby!  Pretty much the only serious vacation I’ve been on.  Trips home do not count.  Nor does anything in BC with your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Amy.  I don’t know where.  Don’t go out to dinner much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkells, and other songs by bands that are going to be at Virgin Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the one, about three more in mind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What time did you finish this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:19pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Coffee Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-6593024781495241502?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/6593024781495241502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=6593024781495241502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6593024781495241502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6593024781495241502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/08/quizzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Quizzzzzzzzzz.'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-2184829685252565986</id><published>2009-08-02T13:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:11:55.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So, What Else Is New?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SnXkhf2tGMI/AAAAAAAAA_w/O2o41Q0AIY4/s1600-h/IMG000627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SnXkhf2tGMI/AAAAAAAAA_w/O2o41Q0AIY4/s320/IMG000627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365445795219577026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a text last night from Amyna:  (unedited by me) Do u wanna work from 6 till 12 at our store on tues thrus fri then from 2 till close at elveden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to work 3 13-hour days next week (11 working hours, but still, starting at 6am, and finishing at 7pm)?  Ummm...no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that last Thursday with slightly different hours (6-2, then 4-7) and it was exhausting.  It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for closing at the other store which is sooo much work.   It’s a big, busy store, and they actually follow proper closing procedures like making sure everything is clean and ready for the next day, which is awesome, but if you’ve been working since 6am and basically have to do it all yourself (there’s another guy there too, but he pretty much has to spend the entire closing making sure all the dishes are done), you kind of want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doing that 3 days is definitely out of the question.  Friday is a no, not a chance I’m doing that at the end of the week.  Tuesday, fine, I can deal, and there’s no work on Monday cause of the holiday so I kinda felt like I had to say yes to the Thursday too.  They always make me feel so guilty too, which is ridiculous. I remember when they took over the other store and every other customer Amyna would play the martyr going Oh it’s so hard running a business, we’ve been working 13 hour days between the two stores blah blah…  Yeah there’s a big difference between working for 13 hours and being somewhere for 13 hours, working here and there, but mostly sitting in an office watching videos on youtube and looking up general hospital spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I worry one of them will find this, and fire me.  Maybe I should develop code names…  Course my picture’s all over the place so it wouldn’t really make a difference…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m bordering on babbling now.  Need more coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-2184829685252565986?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/2184829685252565986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=2184829685252565986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/2184829685252565986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/2184829685252565986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-what-else-is-new.html' title='So, What Else Is New?'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SnXkhf2tGMI/AAAAAAAAA_w/O2o41Q0AIY4/s72-c/IMG000627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-4519793660206705005</id><published>2009-07-30T15:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:20:36.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...And There's Gonna Be Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SnIOlXidtYI/AAAAAAAAA_o/CpzNtjRy0cg/s1600-h/IMG000624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SnIOlXidtYI/AAAAAAAAA_o/CpzNtjRy0cg/s320/IMG000624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364366141288199554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaaaahh.  We thought we had one more boss-free day but alas, she returns.  Emily and I were severely bummed out.  Some changes are a-comin’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mitch, dishwasher and cleaner extraordinaire, has got another job doing graphic design, but it’s only part-time and temporary so he’s going to stay here but switch to part-time, working only in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Emily has to go back to school in the fall (boooo) and she’s only going to be working for 2 more weeks.  I talked to Amyna today about taking over Emily’s job doing all the food prep because I seriously think I will go insane if I have to keep going as I am.  I’ll still be able to help out front during the rushes, and do all the ordering (this will actually be easier) and whatever other cleaning/ridiculous slave work gets cooked up for me.  It’ll keep me busy and allow me to chill in the back listening to my ipod and making food.  Sound good?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  The new person we hire will now be a counterperson, however she wants to have them be more part-time...so I’m not sure exactly what their hours will be but if Mitch is part-time, and this new person is part-time...this isn’t looking good for me.  She already pretty much said that I’m going to have to get ready for opening and get out all the baking at the same time every morning by myself.  Mitch will be starting at 6 now so he’ll be there and available to watch the front while I’m running around pulling things out of ovens, etc, but that means less time for him to do what he needs to do, and if his hours are cutting down too...argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is gonna work out alright for the rest of summer but in a month or two she’s definitely going to have to hire someone else or up everyone’s hours (or do more work herself) because we get crazy busy in winter and that is not going to work for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-4519793660206705005?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/4519793660206705005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=4519793660206705005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/4519793660206705005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/4519793660206705005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-theres-gonna-be-trouble.html' title='...And There&apos;s Gonna Be Trouble'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SnIOlXidtYI/AAAAAAAAA_o/CpzNtjRy0cg/s72-c/IMG000624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-5913532297270171878</id><published>2009-07-30T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:18:09.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Shopping Shopping Time!</title><content type='html'>The NBC store was having a 5 for 20$ sale last week on basically random tv crap, so obviously, how could I resist??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random crap that I bought:&lt;br /&gt;Saved By The Bell Bayside Tigers waterbottle&lt;br /&gt;to replace the stupid metal waterbottle I got from work which makes water taste of metal.  Also, this will be an excellent addition to the Halloween I eventually dress up as Kelly Kapowski.  Oh!  I just realised I have bangs now and that would be so perfect for a super rad 80s hairstyle...  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunder Mifflin notebook&lt;br /&gt;kind of a filler item...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law &amp; Order handcuff keychain&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really watch Law &amp; Order but this keychain is awesome.  I am totally putting my keys on it.  It can replace the slinky that broke off many months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House cane pen&lt;br /&gt;This was the big ticket item.  I got two of them, one for Emily, who was suuuuper excited when it came, especially since I had been teasing her about this mysterious present since Sunday.  I’m pretty sure that the ink will run out within the week, but that’s totally beside the point.  It’s rad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-5913532297270171878?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/5913532297270171878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=5913532297270171878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/5913532297270171878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/5913532297270171878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-shopping-shopping-time.html' title='Shopping Shopping Shopping Time!'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-8691326080343254678</id><published>2009-07-30T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:17:12.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SnINviLfucI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gou5_-BeZHE/s1600-h/IMG000615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SnINviLfucI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gou5_-BeZHE/s320/IMG000615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364365216431716802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, so bad with the blogging when there’s no internet.  Sorry sorry.  I saved you months of my whining though so really.  I’ve been rather wah wah I’m so alone and boys will never love me the past couple of weeks.  Pretty much all Emily (the food person, my new friend, who I love) and I do at work is moon over pretty boys that come in, or don’t come in.  Then I get all depressed.  When we see Ben, I avoid him and Emily makes fun of him and that makes me happy.  Then I get all depressed. (clearly this whole maybe we could be friends thing has been abandoned.  thanks to Emily, who I love, I now hate Ben.  he is a dick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that’s been my life pretty much.  I did that whole tattoo thing too.  That was cool.  I was actually a little wary of the place when we first went in to make the appointments but when I actually went in to get the tattoo, the guy who was did it was really nice and made me feel less ill with nerves.  It didn’t hurt thaaaat much for the most part except when he did the top, closest to my the back of my knee, which thankfully he saved for last so I didn’t have to endure much after it.  Also, the back of my knee is so ticklish and he would hold onto it when he was tattooing so I would go back and forth between wanting to laugh and being in horrible pain...  I like it a lot, if I look at it too much and too closely I can nitpick some things that maybe I’d want a bit different but I do really like it and I’m really happy with it.  It’s all healed up now finally so I want to get more and more tattoos, all over my leg(s).  Why must they be so darn expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...what else...Stampede was fine?  I only went once with Amy and we just went to see Adam Gregory so I didn’t go on any rides or see any rodeo events or anything, but that was fun enough.  Also, boys in cowboy hats are super hunky.  Amy and I made a birthday cake yesterday for her boyfriend’s roommate, which was the first one we’d made in over a year.   I was going to go out last night but that all kind of fell through.  I was tired so I didn’t really mind but I’d like to get out a bit more.  Going to Virgin Festival in 2 weeks.  Then the next weekend, back to Victoria for a little bit, and Vancouver to see Kings of Leon.  Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I WILL make an effort to do more posts fairly regularly, and I’ll try not to just descend into depression and whining nonstop...though I make no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-8691326080343254678?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/8691326080343254678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=8691326080343254678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/8691326080343254678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/8691326080343254678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-26.html' title='July 26'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SnINviLfucI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gou5_-BeZHE/s72-c/IMG000615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-891927297110790909</id><published>2009-02-02T19:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:14:26.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Surprise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYenAuV-cwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/trXyG5H8RKk/s1600-h/IMG000544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYenAuV-cwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/trXyG5H8RKk/s320/IMG000544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298387117506720514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm lazy.  You knew that when you befriended me!  Or soon after anyways...  At least I'm with it when it counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my coworkers' laziness/unreliable-ness never ceases to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a cranky, crabby morning I was actually having a good day, until I got home and realized that I had left my keys hanging in the lock of the door of the office at work.  So back I went!  In my defense, I am really good at keeping track of my keys at work, but today one of the owners forgot his keys and kept borrowing mine, and I just forgot to retrieve them.  OUT OF THE ORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES!  I cannot be faulted!  Except, you know, that it was totally my fault.  So I got off work at 3:30, and finally got home at 6:20.  Sigh.  I got Subway while I was downtown, it doesn't take quite that long to go there and back thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what glorious happenings will tomorrow bring?  They better involve cute boys, or I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-891927297110790909?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/891927297110790909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=891927297110790909&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/891927297110790909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/891927297110790909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-surprise.html' title='What A Surprise?'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYenAuV-cwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/trXyG5H8RKk/s72-c/IMG000544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-9077199097876432155</id><published>2009-01-29T18:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:38:53.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYJY7hDIw7I/AAAAAAAAA3A/VhLe1BX_EHA/s1600-h/IMG000543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYJY7hDIw7I/AAAAAAAAA3A/VhLe1BX_EHA/s320/IMG000543.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296893891248178098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cause they're fishies...in case you can't see that....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it had the promise of being horrible, and I was pretty cranky in the morning but it was actually a good day.  Two people called in sick and boss lady had to leave before lunch to deal with a family emergency, and I seemed to find new and creative ways of hurting myself all morning starting with waking up and not being able to turn my head to the left (better now but still hurts a lot, especially when I forget and whip my head around real fast...).  From lunch on it was just Aleem and myself, which especially for lunch hour could have been disastrous but luckily the customers were very well spaced so we didn't have too many panic moments.  We work surprisingly well together too, I think he works harder when it's just me, cause he knows I'll be pissed at him if he doesn't.  Also it was like I didn't have to spend the whole day being annoyed at other people standing around not doing any work, because there wasn't anyone else there!  I just got to go about doing whatever needed to be done, the way I wanted it done.  I don't know if that makes sense...it does to me though.  Another guy was out sick Monday through Wednesday, came back today, and I realized how much I enjoyed having him not be there because I could just do all the things that he doesn't do but is supposed to, or does wrong, whereas this morning with him back it was the return of silent rage Clair.  How did I get to be so cranky??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if you couldn't tell by the twitter, you know who came in to get coffee today.  I flipped out and pretty much acted like a loonie...not around him (though I did greet him pretty enthusiastically, but he seemed happy to see me too) but around Aleem.  I saw him walk by when it was just me out front and we made eye contact and smiled but then he just kept walking to the elevators, so I was all mopey about it to him, but then when he was out front with me a few minutes later he came back down and starting walking towards the shop, at which point I grabbed Aleem to point him out (I think he's the only one who hadn't seen him yet) and got a little too excited, to his amusement.  We had a line so Aleem had to ring him through (so once again I couldn't check his bank card to find out his name) but then Aleem disappeared into the back and we made lovely small talk about ninja throwing stars etc.  Then I was giggly and blushing for about half an hour while Aleem laughed at me.  It was wonderful.  Oh so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the guys from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYJZQUI2OWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/47oHY2B8GP0/s1600-h/IMG000537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYJZQUI2OWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/47oHY2B8GP0/s320/IMG000537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296894248559720802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Friday tomorrow.  Hurrah hurrah, not sure who will be turning up to work... someone else entirely may not be coming in but I don't think that will be a big deal, hopefully one of the afternoon boys will be there though, I don't think I'll be able to hack another 10 hour day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-9077199097876432155?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/9077199097876432155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=9077199097876432155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/9077199097876432155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/9077199097876432155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-day.html' title='Good Day.'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYJY7hDIw7I/AAAAAAAAA3A/VhLe1BX_EHA/s72-c/IMG000543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-8561496307296993122</id><published>2009-01-28T05:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:15:41.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYBKoL_CMYI/AAAAAAAAA24/UT50cn1uxDE/s1600-h/IMG000533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYBKoL_CMYI/AAAAAAAAA24/UT50cn1uxDE/s320/IMG000533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296315216060100994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The round, blue, polka-dotted ones!  Yeah, THOSE ones!  I received many a compliment on them actually.  Crazy lady teased me about wearing them to impress cutie, then assured me he was just playing hard to get when I told I hadn't seen him in about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall wear these green, hand stamped and embossed earrings that I bought at a kiosk in UBC hospital minutes after finishing winter exams.  They are the most expensive pair of earrings I own at $30.  I know that's waaaay too expensive for earrings.  I was dizzy from exams and all I could think was, pretty!  I'll take a pic of them later so you can all judge me but I think I'm going to make it a very early night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-8561496307296993122?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/8561496307296993122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=8561496307296993122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/8561496307296993122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/8561496307296993122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two.html' title='Day Two!'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SYBKoL_CMYI/AAAAAAAAA24/UT50cn1uxDE/s72-c/IMG000533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-5076634021813680228</id><published>2009-01-26T19:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:41:38.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such A Rebel</title><content type='html'>I've been going through a bit of earring withdrawal lately.  Technically we're not allowed to wear any "long, dangly" earrings (aka 90% of my earrings) at work as per the dress code.  But we're not allowed any visible body jewelry either...which I definitely have and our dishwasher's face is covered in (and he takes off about half of it for work...) so really, it's not like they're sticklers for the rules.  So I will keep on wearing earrings until someone tells me not to, and I'm going to try for a different pair every day for a month at least.  I can go for a solid 5 months but I don't want to wear anything toooo crazy or obnoxious looking...and I'll probably give up after a month and just go back to my faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But:  Day one!  The large pink hoops.  Behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SX5zeqHBsvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Vebf424Jcgk/s1600-h/IMG000532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SX5zeqHBsvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Vebf424Jcgk/s320/IMG000532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797182371312370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus maybe posting pictures of my non-earring duplicate achievements will result in more regular posting.  It's win-win for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seriously was nothing of note that happened today though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we made pizza though, AND wonton soup!  How multicultural of us.  It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang was not new tonight.  That saddened me.  It threw off my whole evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-5076634021813680228?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/5076634021813680228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=5076634021813680228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/5076634021813680228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/5076634021813680228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/such-rebel.html' title='Such A Rebel'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SX5zeqHBsvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Vebf424Jcgk/s72-c/IMG000532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-2599269572448920675</id><published>2009-01-23T18:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:52:36.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is With That Retarded Picture Below?</title><content type='html'>I was having photo issues earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is much nicer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXp0NdjePpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/zMsXgXfzsdU/s1600-h/IMG000527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXp0NdjePpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/zMsXgXfzsdU/s320/IMG000527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294672086547971730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-2599269572448920675?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/2599269572448920675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=2599269572448920675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/2599269572448920675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/2599269572448920675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-with-that-retarded-picture.html' title='What Is With That Retarded Picture Below?'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXp0NdjePpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/zMsXgXfzsdU/s72-c/IMG000527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-3804422317363898426</id><published>2009-01-23T16:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:26:34.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama-rama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXpZ5qOYQxI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Fbj69SyZEUw/s1600-h/IMG000524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXpZ5qOYQxI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Fbj69SyZEUw/s320/IMG000524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294643159049454354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No onesie for me, but boy was it a suspenseful week!  Plus I must admit I got a little fangirl giddy that she commented on the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh what a week.  I am such a crab.  I was DYING to give away a free coffee or two to cheer myself up today but no one worthy came in, at an appropriate time anyways.  I had four or five people in mind but only two of them came in at all, and both when there was someone else working till and we were all crazy busy.  Which was most of the morning actually.  It was just Amyna and I and we had a lineup for about 2 hours straight.  We totally rocked it.  I made drinks and the timing/type of drinks was just perfect to get everything out in good time.  I love rushes, I get all fired up.  Then when they're over I stay all bouncy and hyper for a bit then crash to exhaustion if it doesn't pick up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's heard the drama for this week by now right?  The gist:  A few weeks ago I was told that around the end of Feb when the owners took over another store downtown I would be going there to be manager.  Monday I was told that they decided I should stay where I am now, because they would have to hire too many people for this store if pretty much everyone was leaving for the other store.  I thought okay, fine, I'd rather stay and work with the owner who's going to stay anyways, we just work better together, etc, but then I found out that Ken is also staying at our store, so I guess that means I won't be manager of anything and basically my job will not change at all.  They don't seem to realize in the slightest that they told me I would be getting a promotion and now they're taking it back, and I was super upset about it.  Basically I felt like crap for most of the week.  Then Aleem made wise-ass jokes about my salary being too high all week long and I wanted to punch him in the face.  I have decided to leave the matter for the moment and just carry on.  I wanted to say something earlier, but I thought I should wait til I calmed down so as not to get to worked up with them or snap or something.  This is actually the second time they've done this (though the first time I knew it was bullshit and would never happen) and if they ever say anything about me becoming manager again I'll probably flip out at them a little, but for now, there are too many other employee issues I wish they would address right now so I'm gonna leave it.  I am however, taking this Sunday off.  I need a whole weekend dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what else...Amy and I went to Ikea on wacky Wednesday and spent a ridiculously small amount of money.  Pats on the back for us.  I just got another of those round table lamps with the white flowers (I think Tammy and Dylan have the same one?) and some tiny lightbulbs for the little pink matching lamp that Dylan bought me before I left in the summer, so now I can actually use it!  I think it was also the shortest amount of time we have ever spent in Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can complain about how cold it is here if you want?  But maybe you are sick of that, and I should just get over it all ready.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really cold though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-3804422317363898426?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/3804422317363898426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=3804422317363898426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/3804422317363898426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/3804422317363898426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/drama-rama.html' title='Drama-rama'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXpZ5qOYQxI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Fbj69SyZEUw/s72-c/IMG000524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-2659578852798489209</id><published>2009-01-20T20:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:51:30.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muuuuhhh.</title><content type='html'>Oh I am tired.  Not much sleep happening here in the past few days.  I realize that is some atrocious grammar there but my first attempt at correcting it actually made it much worse so I think I'll just leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXaZILh1dWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QoY7gNMZJ2c/s1600-h/IMG000518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXaZILh1dWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QoY7gNMZJ2c/s320/IMG000518.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586777833305442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real yawn, I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be going to bed early to make up some of those lost hours but I'm still holding out a liiiittle longer to see if that onesie draw is gonna happen tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXaZpdpS-SI/AAAAAAAAA0s/u1efcNAwf0U/s1600-h/onesies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXaZpdpS-SI/AAAAAAAAA0s/u1efcNAwf0U/s320/onesies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293587349632121122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the ones.  I may as well do a little plug here.  Can't hurt to get a little good karma to help out with that draw?  (I don't believe in Karma, but I do believe in &lt;a href="http://raymitheminx.com"&gt;Raymi&lt;/a&gt;!)  Raymi is awesome.  Raymi has great hair.  Raymi makes me want to move to Toronto.  That was pretty good, eh?  I should be in advertising.  Anyways her blog is wicked and occupies about 50% of my internet time.  I would be super giddy if I won a onesie.  I won't.  But it would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some cheering up, peeps, work has been bringing me down.  AND I haven't seen cutie since before new years!!!  Or rather, he hasn't come in to get coffee.  I've seen him walk by, though not as often, today I think he was walking to SBux...but I didn't see him walking back so I can't be sure.  I was going to shake my head at him.  And tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-2659578852798489209?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/2659578852798489209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=2659578852798489209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/2659578852798489209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/2659578852798489209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/muuuuhhh.html' title='Muuuuhhh.'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXaZILh1dWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QoY7gNMZJ2c/s72-c/IMG000518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-6196437965424177372</id><published>2009-01-17T22:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:47:35.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do They Look?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXK4VoI228I/AAAAAAAAA0c/9i1j5qx-ZpI/s1600-h/IMG000514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXK4VoI228I/AAAAAAAAA0c/9i1j5qx-ZpI/s320/IMG000514.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292495193805085634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I got our eyebrows waxed earlier.  I'm convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are watching a movie about a cosmetic saleswoman (mary kay-like) who sort-of accidentally kills every Elvis impersonator that she comes in the vicinity of (or they just die by random circumstances).  It has all these reputable actors in it like Kim Basinger and I just don't know why anyone would make this movie....  It hurts the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...since last we talked...Lots of weird crap has been going on at work...I don't really feel like I should talk about it...coworkers acting weirdly, possibly thieving from the till...sucky stuff.  Also some good stuff which I will talk about when I know more.  Can I be any more vague?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that movie was horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-6196437965424177372?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/6196437965424177372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=6196437965424177372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6196437965424177372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6196437965424177372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-they-look.html' title='How Do They Look?'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SXK4VoI228I/AAAAAAAAA0c/9i1j5qx-ZpI/s72-c/IMG000514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-7013356463016809656</id><published>2009-01-12T20:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:38:24.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's New Hair</title><content type='html'>If anything deserves a post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWwL4xSFBxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/WVkRd6kVr5E/s1600-h/mattnewhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWwL4xSFBxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/WVkRd6kVr5E/s320/mattnewhair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290616732183234322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWwMKatGMRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/KdR8nj2Vrp8/s1600-h/spring+break+woo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWwMKatGMRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/KdR8nj2Vrp8/s320/spring+break+woo!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290617035360186642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK WOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-7013356463016809656?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/7013356463016809656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=7013356463016809656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/7013356463016809656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/7013356463016809656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/matts-new-hair.html' title='Matt&apos;s New Hair'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWwL4xSFBxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/WVkRd6kVr5E/s72-c/mattnewhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-9130819251456444962</id><published>2009-01-11T20:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:08:58.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner Is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWrAfQ-05GI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HkewpkA4ZYU/s1600-h/IMG000512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWrAfQ-05GI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HkewpkA4ZYU/s320/IMG000512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252355667027042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching awards shows makes you realise just how effed up most celebrities are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna go to bed.  Can't I just have a couple more days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S A SHOE MUSEUM IN TORONTO.  WHO WILL COME TO TORONTO WITH ME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWrCLC5WwuI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gx8ZpGO2l7o/s1600-h/mattgoodmilkshake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWrCLC5WwuI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gx8ZpGO2l7o/s320/mattgoodmilkshake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290254207311856354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-9130819251456444962?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/9130819251456444962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=9130819251456444962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/9130819251456444962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/9130819251456444962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner Is?'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWrAfQ-05GI/AAAAAAAAAz8/HkewpkA4ZYU/s72-c/IMG000512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-2713411442172586331</id><published>2009-01-10T12:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:46:59.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...Food...</title><content type='html'>(I did not like any of the photos I took to put here so yeah, maybe after I look somewhat presentable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend!!!  Oh how I love you.  The first week back after being off for so long is hard.  (I discount last week cause it was so lame)  I need to buy some food in a bad way.  My diet is consisting mostly of tea at the moment.  Not really don't worry, but I still should be eating more/better (and now that I'm not post-Christmas dirt poor anymore I can actually do that!).  Saturdays are not exactly ideal for grocery shopping, but I don't really want to go tomorrow evening.  First though, I must shower and get dressed.  I should probably make a list too...so I don't go cray-zee and buy up everything I see and then stuff it in the freezer and leave it there for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an idea for something to bake too...I like to bake on the weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-2713411442172586331?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/2713411442172586331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=2713411442172586331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/2713411442172586331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/2713411442172586331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/mmmmfood.html' title='Mmmm...Food...'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-5879221950008497056</id><published>2009-01-08T17:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:10:16.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boohoo, Whine, Whine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWahtQxWEsI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0GmUuo4BBTQ/s1600-h/IMG000505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWahtQxWEsI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0GmUuo4BBTQ/s320/IMG000505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289092611361346242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was two hours from the time I got off work to the time I got home.  10 minutes getting Starbucks (sooooo glad I did that), 40 minutes waiting for the bus (I probably just missed one, but I watched endless numbers of 101s and 104s go by while I waited and slowly became a snowlady), and then an hour and ten minutes on the bus (20 ish of which were spent just sitting at an intersection, I think there was a train crossing ahead of us that was going exceptionally slow because of the weather?).  When I got off the bus I couldn't find the sidewalk...it just kind of blended in with the yards and street.  After walking one block to get home I was shaking for about 10 minutes from the cold.  Lame.  I reeeeeeally don't want to make dinner, so I may just not.  I'll eat some cheese or something.  I should have gone to subway or gotten something to eat at SBux, which was the original plan that I completely forgot about apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go to bed soon.  I always say that and then stay up a few more hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-5879221950008497056?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/5879221950008497056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=5879221950008497056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/5879221950008497056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/5879221950008497056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/boohoo-whine-whine.html' title='Boohoo, Whine, Whine'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWahtQxWEsI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0GmUuo4BBTQ/s72-c/IMG000505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-5579647577088558682</id><published>2009-01-07T17:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:58:24.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yowza Wowza</title><content type='html'>Oh also, Matthew Thiessen's (relient k) fiancee broke off their engagement last month after "learning some things about Matt that I simply just could not handle."  What the crap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-5579647577088558682?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/5579647577088558682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=5579647577088558682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/5579647577088558682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/5579647577088558682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/yowza-wowza.html' title='Yowza Wowza'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-8075198651601317525</id><published>2009-01-07T17:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:49:52.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Me Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWVNXOJptcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/pKJQJuI3dJA/s1600-h/IMG000503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWVNXOJptcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/pKJQJuI3dJA/s320/IMG000503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288718398747424194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry peoples.  I have no good excuse.  I'm just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm I guess it was the eve of the new year last wasn't it?  Sooo...Amy's coworker came over, we played games, watched dvds, and went tobogganing after midnight.  It was a good night, fun times were had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then...ummm...I've slept a lot and worked a lot.  We hired food person number 8 million yesterday and they started this morning.  A middle aged woman so more likely that she'll stick around/at least be somewhat responsible, plus Amyna made her sign something saying she would give at least two weeks notice if she decided to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...I just noticed that the zipper on my sweater is sewed on backwards and was afraid I was wearing it inside out but then realised that I wouldn't have been able to zip it up if I had and it was just made this way.  CRISIS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...oh yeah stories...my dad mailed me my flatiron that I left at home over Christmas.  I got him to send it to my work so I wouldn't have another fedex-type fiasco (oh!  though package #2 may be rerouted to be sent to my work as well!), and he sent me cheesebuns!!  from the bakery on Fort that's not the Dutch bakery...Rhineland?  I can't remember, but they are yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I wanna go to bed now.  The Top Chef twitter starts in 15 minutes and I wanna follow but I'm sleepy...plus I'll have to do it all over when I download the episode...but it's exciting to follow it live!!!  I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should eat food too (non-cheesebun-food that is), and I have an abundance of tea so perhaps I will stay up a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-8075198651601317525?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/8075198651601317525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=8075198651601317525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/8075198651601317525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/8075198651601317525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2009/01/forgotten-me-yet.html' title='Forgotten Me Yet?'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SWVNXOJptcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/pKJQJuI3dJA/s72-c/IMG000503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-6889793564869117646</id><published>2008-12-31T17:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:04:43.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Last Post Of The Year.</title><content type='html'>Oh hi, New Year's eve everybody.  Woop woop? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm...okay....let's see....the trouble with being bored at work is, I just twitter everything that happens and then I have nothing to post about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, basically work is hella boring because most offices are still on holidays til next week.  I cleaned a lot, and at one point Ken and I watched a bit of Beerfest on his blackberry...  Cutie came in a few times, but mostly when I was the only one who had shown up for work and there was a lineup and I was freaking out a bit, or when other staff was there up front too.  Ken finally saw him and laughed a bit when I told him that was the guy afterwards...  JORDAN was actually at the shop when he came in yesterday afternoon but decided for some silly reason to sit as far away as you possibly can from the counter, and so didn't see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut down our hours by a bit this week, so it's been nice to have a bit more relaxing time, especially since Jordan and his cousins visited yesterday (yay!), so I could actually hang out with them for a while.  The downside of course, is that my paycheque next week will be pathetically tiny, and I already don't have any money, so this month is kinda gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully expect tonight will be pretty lame, and I'm perfectly fine with that.  Forced celebratory social interaction has never really been my scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night though everyone!!!  Enjoy some baked goods courtesy of me, if Jordan hasn't eaten them all that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-6889793564869117646?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/6889793564869117646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=6889793564869117646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6889793564869117646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6889793564869117646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2008/12/possible-last-post-of-year.html' title='Possible Last Post Of The Year.'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566349409429659335.post-6936706402314179556</id><published>2008-12-31T17:13:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:44:57.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, For Reals You Guys.</title><content type='html'>Okay, some Christmas-y photos to start you off with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwLBw9yaGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/w8iQEjSzE6o/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwLBw9yaGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/w8iQEjSzE6o/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286112187577952354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas tree finally went kaput last year as my dad was putting it away so we got a new one.  Apparently it is very difficult to find one without the lights wired in already?  So yeah, that's what he got, led lights, which enrage me for Christmas decorations even though they use so much less power blah blah, but you lose that soft glow and get piercing brightness instead, but it wasn't as bad as some I've seen, and the colours are good, so I shall accept it, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwMVWKgkvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-eQ8fuVmPwE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwMVWKgkvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-eQ8fuVmPwE/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286113623492563698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah I'm digging how well you can see the artificial plastic-y ness of the branches in this pic, but I needed the flash to show off the glory of our tree topper.  I made this beauty in elementary school, and it has topped our tree ever since.  I also made the angel popping her head out the side there as a demo for a Sunday school craft project a few years back.  I subconsciously dressed it to match the two lovely angel ornaments which have always adorned the top of our Christmas tree, so it fit right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwN4gDhefI/AAAAAAAAAys/gep1nsO9lCc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwN4gDhefI/AAAAAAAAAys/gep1nsO9lCc/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286115326954666482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwOk4JZG-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/EFp6qPkWHGE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwOk4JZG-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/EFp6qPkWHGE/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286116089335978978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwO41cjukI/AAAAAAAAAy8/PGOvgBeOpYM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwO41cjukI/AAAAAAAAAy8/PGOvgBeOpYM/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286116432208443970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the sweet chandelier.  The condo is awesome, but the decor is sooooo old school.  I regret not taking a pic of the floral wallpaper in the kitchen.  I do seriously love this chandelier though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a couple of presents to finish us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwQ56ISl0I/AAAAAAAAAzU/MGO_UK-TBjA/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwQ56ISl0I/AAAAAAAAAzU/MGO_UK-TBjA/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286118649668736834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwQhLClxLI/AAAAAAAAAzM/B6ZwNJhPt-E/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwQhLClxLI/AAAAAAAAAzM/B6ZwNJhPt-E/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286118224711500978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwQTtr-eKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/NWMZpdN0g1I/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwQTtr-eKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/NWMZpdN0g1I/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286117993493723298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!  I'll just make another post for the now times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwRXJoI-CI/AAAAAAAAAzc/VhMKFYe9DVs/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwRXJoI-CI/AAAAAAAAAzc/VhMKFYe9DVs/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286119152045062178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566349409429659335-6936706402314179556?l=amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/feeds/6936706402314179556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566349409429659335&amp;postID=6936706402314179556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6936706402314179556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566349409429659335/posts/default/6936706402314179556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amyloliquefaciens.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-for-reals-you-guys.html' title='Okay, For Reals You Guys.'/><author><name>amylolique.faciens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13222055735640548787</uri><email>amylolique.faciens@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11838934463846995077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RCChIQqiq8/SVwLBw9yaGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/w8iQEjSzE6o/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>