<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:09:14.950-04:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='summer'/><category term='friends loss letter moving'/><category term='playlist music bands songs'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='songs'/><category term='poem'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='movies'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='etiquette'/><category term='family'/><category term='Mac'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='music'/><category term='first'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='date'/><category term='playlist'/><category term='phone'/><category term='update'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Life And Times</title><subtitle type='html'>The hope of a night, only to find morning has lied.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-5910474602620294302</id><published>2009-07-31T13:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:44:16.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So this morning I was woken up at 9:00 to go to an appointment I had at ten. We had to leave at about 9:30 and it takes me twenty minutes to get ready, so I was fine with that. I decided to take a pass on breakfast since I was going to eat lunch later on in the day, and just to get ready-- pull my hair back, brush my teeth, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my parents and I have been sharing a bathroom because of home renovations, my mom was in there before me-- no big deal. I waited until NINE FORTY FIVE, when she said that we had to leave. At this point, I still had not gotten to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Me: 3, in my own damn bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my rule of thumb for the bathroom: prettiest to ugliest. I'm not full or myself or anything, but in my house, I look best. My parents are wrinkly and gray-haired, so that just takes them down a notch or two from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The prettiest person in the house probably won't take too much time to get ready, unless they're egotistical and want to check themselves out in the mirror for a half hour. They just want to get in and get out, maybe throwing on some lipstick along the way. The ugliest person in the house should take a little longer to cover up the ugly, but let's face it, you can't make miracles with makeup. Anyways, since the prettiest person is going to take the shortest amount of time, let them do what they have to do and get out, damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-5910474602620294302?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5910474602620294302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/5910474602620294302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/5910474602620294302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/11.html' title='11.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-5177385331769026908</id><published>2009-07-18T00:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:45:34.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist music bands songs'/><title type='text'>10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay, so since I got some positive feedback on my last playlist, I decided I'd make another. Rules are the same: listen to them all, just give them one chance. Again, they're posted as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song / Artist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boys of Summer / The Ataris&lt;/span&gt;: Since it's summer, I think you should have something perky like this on repeat. Don't even think about getting the Don Henley version, or I'll kill you. This remake is one of the few that's better than the original.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Really Got Me / Van Halen&lt;/span&gt;: It's just catchy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunacy Fringe / The Used&lt;/span&gt;: The Used is rapidly becoming one of my favorite bands. This song gets me though. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hypnotize / System of a Down&lt;/span&gt;: In the first few lines the song mentions Tianamen Square. In 1989, there was a Tianamen Square massacre when students in China protested their government. Look it up if you don't know what I'm talking about. It's really fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chasing Cars / Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;: This happens to be one of my favorite songs. The lyrics are so simple but so perfect for any day. So yeah, listen to it. Because it's awesome. And because you know you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-5177385331769026908?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5177385331769026908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/5177385331769026908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/5177385331769026908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/10.html' title='10.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-5931778389008489833</id><published>2009-07-18T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:41:48.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends loss letter moving'/><title type='text'>9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is addressed to friends moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of you are awfully close to me, and I'll care about the two of you forever, no matter how much time passes before we talk again or how many miles are between us. It's increasingly hard for me to deal with what seems like this loss. Because this has happened before, I do know that we most likely won't ever see each other in person again. And I'm sorry for that. Goodbye, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-5931778389008489833?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5931778389008489833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/9_335.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/5931778389008489833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/5931778389008489833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/9_335.html' title='9.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-4803324254474185492</id><published>2009-07-12T00:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:22:07.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Concrete, sorrowful in a slow moving world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; adjoining stair after stair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; each one following the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with the dragging brevity silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-4803324254474185492?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4803324254474185492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/4803324254474185492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/4803324254474185492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/9.html' title='8.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-3936043238236426617</id><published>2009-06-30T21:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:09:03.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etiquette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Alright, I promised the rants would be back, and here's another one for you. What the hell do I have to bitch about now? The movies. More specifically, movie etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to dinner and a movie; dinner at about 5:15 and movie at 6:30. Who goes to a movie at 6:30 on a Tuesday besides retarded me? Not many people, that's for sure. We walk into the movie at 6:00 and get the best spot-- the middle of the top row. At this point there are about three other people a few rows down. In comes a man hacking up a storm with a huge popcorn and a drink, which he slurps and chomps on constantly. Where does he sit? Right in front of us. Of course. My freakin' luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this wasn't annoying enough, a couple walked in and sat at the end of our row. Alright, that's cool I guess. You're just gonna suck face the whole time anyways. Then(!) another couple comes in and sits where else but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right next to us&lt;/span&gt;. When you go to a fairly empty movie, you're supposed to claim your spot and, by default, the ten closest spots are yours. It's just fucking etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-3936043238236426617?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3936043238236426617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/3936043238236426617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/3936043238236426617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/7.html' title='7.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-2199490701794448740</id><published>2009-06-24T17:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:04:40.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I've taken a break from throwing rants at anyone who reads this and decided to give you something different. These are five songs that you should listen to, complete with the when and why. If you don't like one, then you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to listen to it, but try to give each one a chance. Titling goes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song/Artist&lt;/span&gt;. Don't worry, the rants shall return with vengeance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stairway to Heaven / Led Zepplin&lt;/span&gt;: If you're a virgin, lose your virginity to this. If not, pretend you're a virgin and do it anyways. You must. It's tradition. It's just fucking classic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Slow Dancing in a Burning Room / John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: You have have have to listen to this when (a) you're sad or (b) it's pouring outside. Plus, it's my favorite. So you will listen. And you will fall in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resolve to Fight / A Verse Unsung&lt;/span&gt;: You know when you feel like you're never gonna get out of your town and you're just all FMLish? This is the song you listen to. You're still gonna feel like you're going nowhere in life, but you'll feel awesome about it.&lt;br /&gt;4. G&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ravity / Sarah Bareilles&lt;/span&gt;: When you're really sad, but also a little mad, but can't express the mad. Okay, that probably made no sense. But listen to it, cause her voice is amazing. Oh and don't pirate it, it's horrible quality.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine / Elton John&lt;/span&gt;: I hate Elton John. But when he sings Imagine, my heart melts a little. Listen to the lyrics. Holy crap, you're gonna cream yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report back on how you liked them, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-2199490701794448740?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2199490701794448740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/2199490701794448740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/2199490701794448740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/6.html' title='6.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-5873086761022750943</id><published>2009-06-24T16:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:05:02.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first week back from school is always the weirdest. I mean, besides having to put effort into looking decent and new classes, it's always awkward with your friends. If you hung out together all summer, will you stay as close when you have classes and all that bullshit bogging you down? And if you didn't see each other over the summer, will your friendship be the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm probably being a whiny whore here, in which case you should stop reading this and go back to living your life, but for me, that first week is always so off. I just hope that my life will pick up where it left off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-5873086761022750943?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5873086761022750943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/5873086761022750943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/5873086761022750943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/5.html' title='5.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-2391292046005171372</id><published>2009-06-22T20:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:07:03.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At Fathers Day dinner on Sunday, we were all eating, being the happy dysfunctional family that we are, when I dazed off and noticed a couple about to sit down. The man walked in with a phone in his hand. When they sat down, she pulled hers out too and set it down on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured, hey, I leave my phone on the table too, no shame in that. I really didn't think anything of them doing this. Then they each picked up their BlackBerry and started type-type-typing away. They didn't say a word to anyone except the waitress during the hour that they were there, and not once did they look at each other. I thought, this is not a date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all this I say what the fuck. You need to sit your technological asses down. You will put away your phones. You will look at each other for an hour. You will make conversation. You will talk about politics, the weather, popular music, the movie you saw last week. When the night is over, you will get in the car and the male will drive the female back to her house. He will kiss her goodnight and they will reminisce over the lovely evening the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is a fucking date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-2391292046005171372?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2391292046005171372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/2391292046005171372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/2391292046005171372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/4.html' title='4.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-7243966970694834681</id><published>2009-06-20T18:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:06:31.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that I said that I wouldn't post every day, but this rant just has to be written down for the world to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mac pictures. Yes, we've all seen the PhotoBooth application on Mac computers. Yes, we've all used the built-in web cam to make funny faces when no one's looking, or to check out an outfit from the back, or just to admire our egotistical selves. I don't blame you for that. That's not what this rant is about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This rant involves the combined use of MySpace and Photobooth. Do I want a decent picture of you as your default so I can see who you are before adding you? Yes, yes I do. But when I go into your pictures, click on the Summer 2009 album, and see eighty pictures of you and your friends sticking your tongues out trying to look adorable, am I happy? No. I am not a happy camper. You do not look adorable. You look like you spent your entire summer on a computer inside with two of your closest friends (who, by the way, will probably not be friends with you in a year, and consequentially you have to delete all the aforementioned pictures). Go outside, kiddos. Get some fresh air and have a real summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-7243966970694834681?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7243966970694834681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/7243966970694834681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/7243966970694834681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html' title='3.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-1015939126582064183</id><published>2009-06-18T11:49:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:05:56.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today Justin and I went to the mall and just hung out for the whole day. I felt like an idiot because he actually had to, like, teach me how to shop. Mostly, my mom just goes to Target and picks me up some shirts and I order the jeans online. I'm a size double zero, so it's hard to find my clothes most of the time and I don't even bother with shopping. It's seriously time for (a) me to grow up and buy some damn clothes myself and (b) stores to start carrying stuff for tiny people like me. Overall, though, I had a good day, and I'm happy even though Justin spent nearly all his cash on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully I'll have a more interesting post soon. I've been trying to write something for my poetry blog (&lt;a href="http://cali-thediaryofjane.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lately, but nothing's been coming to mind. Tomorrow I'm going back to the mall with Jessica to get some clothes for a photo shoot with her sometime next week, so hopefully that goes well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-1015939126582064183?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1015939126582064183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/1015939126582064183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/1015939126582064183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/2.html' title='2.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174221161613546484.post-683179476267745243</id><published>2009-06-17T22:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:05:31.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 90 posts, I'm restarting this blog. I'd started reading back on old posts of mine and realized that I went from lame to naive to boring, and that my life was starting to revolve around an ex. Who the hell wants that? Things have changed for the better in the past few months, and so have I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to make this summer as relaxed and carefree as possible. I'm applying for a job towards my sixteenth birthday in September, and I've been volunteering at a childrens' museum once a week, but other than that, I've just been lounging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep writing about once a week during summer, just because if I updated daily, all of you would Mapquest my address and come slap me across the face for being so boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174221161613546484-683179476267745243?l=cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/683179476267745243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-restarting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/683179476267745243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174221161613546484/posts/default/683179476267745243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-thelifeandtimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-restarting.html' title='1.'/><author><name>Cali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677135632755433094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7R2eBz6sUE/ShH5dwrbCNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7plseykPRiA/S220/l_a8c28fd2c07a404d8d6c9ade27cb085d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
