<?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-31056983</id><updated>2011-12-31T22:17:46.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Among the Brand Names</title><subtitle type='html'>The entries that follow will chronicle my struggle to survive law school, with occasional girl angst.  DOn't say I didn't warn you.  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Watched you every week.  But then the CW, which is a sad excuse for a network, decided to have what seems like a 6 month hiatus in the winter.  I know it does this every year, but this time I decided that's enough.  I stopped caring.  See what happens when you stop putting new shows on?  No one watches your network at all and then no one bothers to see when they will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I'll miss you.  But I'll probably forget to do that, since all the other networks are showing new TV and I'm plenty distracted by that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-576241375672485616?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/576241375672485616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=576241375672485616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/576241375672485616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/576241375672485616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-gossip-girl.html' title='Dear Gossip Girl,'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1068918827394157584</id><published>2010-01-18T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:40:53.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment on Mark McGwire</title><content type='html'>I normally don't care about this stuff, just tune it out, but I have a quick opinion I'd like to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw video on ESPN of Albert Pujols about this, saying "everybody makes mistakes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify - Mark McGwire taking steroids for 10 years was not a mistake.  It was an intentional and conscious decision.  You can't mistakenly take illegal drugs for 10 years.  Not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those people who say "well, it wasn't banned in baseball,"  guess what?  IT WAS ILLEGAL IN THE UNITED STATES.  MLB shouldn't have to ban drugs that are already illegal, it's redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said.  I don't care about Mark McGwire and I'm not surprised by his revelations, especially after he testified in front of Congress and repeatedly insisted that he "wasn't going to talk about the past."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1068918827394157584?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1068918827394157584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1068918827394157584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1068918827394157584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1068918827394157584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/comment-on-mark-mcgwire.html' title='Comment on Mark McGwire'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1733498298058335625</id><published>2010-01-08T18:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:30:41.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me giggle... and it's educational too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5XrgRmfFR4&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5XrgRmfFR4&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1733498298058335625?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1733498298058335625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1733498298058335625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1733498298058335625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1733498298058335625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-made-me-giggle-and-its-educational.html' title='This made me giggle... and it&apos;s educational too!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-181566963138278274</id><published>2009-12-15T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:04:27.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Orange!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://citrustv.net/library/player/player.swf" bgcolor="111111" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="backcolor=111111&amp;amp;frontcolor=dddddd&amp;amp;lightcolor=ff9000&amp;amp;skin=http%3A%2F%2Fcitrustv.net%2Flibrary%2Fplayer%2Fmodieus.swf&amp;amp;controlbar=over&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.citrustv.net%2Fmedia%2Fvideos%2Fvideo-499.m4v&amp;amp;volume=70&amp;amp;plugins=viral-1" height="280" width="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video courtesy of Follet's Orange Bookstore, Citrus TV, and Nunesmagician.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-181566963138278274?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/181566963138278274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=181566963138278274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/181566963138278274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/181566963138278274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-orange.html' title='Go Orange!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5054087538268619698</id><published>2009-12-13T00:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:31:10.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Defending Him, But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SyR6G5RrYdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Eaaougb-_Y0/s1600-h/tiger-woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SyR6G5RrYdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Eaaougb-_Y0/s200/tiger-woods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414586910878949842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this shit has come down over the last couple weeks, I guess it's hard to question any of the claims, but are we really believing all these women?  In this day and age, why are we not questioning their stories at all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a society of fame-whores; of people willing to do ridiculous things on reality TV for the chance at fame (or infamy) -- I mean, have you seen Jersey Shore or Wipeout??  Isn't it possible that one or two or three or more of these girls are lying to get on TV.  I mean, the second a woman comes forward, she's put on the Today Show or Dateline or the View.  Sounds like a good deal for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit, I stopped paying attention to this story pretty much from go, but only a couple of the women have provided pictures or voicemails or text messages to corroborate.  And Tiger hasn't confirmed any particular woman, only confirming there was infidelity.  From what I can tell, at least 10 women cannot be confirmed, and yet the news has been "15 mistresses" and "another comes forward."  Unfortunately, he's put himself in the position where no matter what's the truth, he'll forever be known as having X amount of mistresses.  And unfortunately for soceity, as more and more women realize they can make these claims and get on TV we'll most likely get to hear more and more about this story in the coming weeks and months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-5054087538268619698?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5054087538268619698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5054087538268619698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5054087538268619698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5054087538268619698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-defending-him-but.html' title='I&apos;m Not Defending Him, But...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SyR6G5RrYdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Eaaougb-_Y0/s72-c/tiger-woods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-2491943905507764045</id><published>2009-10-27T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:45:40.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, does this look good</title><content type='html'>I heart Matt Damon and Amy Ryan, so look for me at a movie theater at or around March 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F20ovcLI29s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F20ovcLI29s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-2491943905507764045?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2491943905507764045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=2491943905507764045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2491943905507764045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2491943905507764045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-does-this-look-good.html' title='Wow, does this look good'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-4727974874959535312</id><published>2009-09-28T15:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:55:36.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided</title><content type='html'>I don't know  yet if I like my co-op.  It's been nearly a month, and yet, can't make a decision about my opinion on it.  There are things I like, but I still find myself totally unenthusiastic about what I'm researching and what I'm doing.  Maybe I'm just in a lull that I'll get over.  It's just that, while I'm doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; things finally, I'm doing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; real things.  Motion to suppress after motion to suppress.  Also, I'm not getting the feedback I would like.  I know my boss is busy, but I would like more timely feedback because it feels like there are long time gaps between when I write something and when he reads it.  And then, it feels like he hands me a case to write a motion on and I can't get him to sit with me and talk things out.  I need to verbalize things and get some interaction and some encouragement, especially dealing in a new arena like I am.  I'm new at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 weeks left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-4727974874959535312?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4727974874959535312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=4727974874959535312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4727974874959535312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4727974874959535312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-if-ive-decided-yet-if-i.html' title='Undecided'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-861613700174193451</id><published>2009-08-19T23:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:13:01.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August Update</title><content type='html'>Life has been good the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished final exams, Mallory is visiting, being social.  Eating for free with the family.  Spending whole days at the pool and/or beach.  I wish I could live my life on vacation.  I'll get bored eventually, but having a house guest around does curtail that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate like a heffer this week, but I went to the gym today and I'll get back in the swing of it soon.  I'm not worried.  After a week of not going to the gym, I actually missed going to the gym.  That's a new feeling and I think a good sign that working out is becoming a habit, which was the whole plan to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a pool day, then back to Boston for the weekend.  Abbott is coming on saturday so fun times there too.  Then back to the Byfield vacation and Plattsburg and then work starts Sept 4 (i know, friday, it's weird, but i wanted to start asap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get to harder hitting and inciteful posts later.  after final exams, my brain is on vacation.  i can only half pay attention to the health care debate and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-861613700174193451?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/861613700174193451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=861613700174193451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/861613700174193451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/861613700174193451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-update.html' title='August Update'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-793381203127848279</id><published>2009-07-28T14:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:25:19.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason We Need Term Limits In Congress</title><content type='html'>The health care story is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HMO system sucks.  Too many people are uninsured.  We NEED a public option!  I honestly think most Americans believe that to be true.  Why don't the politicians get it?  It seems like, in this instance, the GOP and the "Blue Dog" Democrats are listening to their pockets and not their constituents.  They don't want to piss off the HMO lobby and risk losing their donations.  It's making me ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's news like this that make me hate politics.  They are in a position to do real good for this country and create a system where everyone can have access to health care and they're blowing it.  We cannot stand by and let politicians like Michelle Bachmann say the current plan is better because with so many people uninsured, it means lines at doctors are shorter.  That's selfish and stupid.  We're better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a public option, prices would go down for everyone.  Don't believe the HMOs who say they won't be able to compete.  HMOs are too big and too inefficient.  A public option would force them to be better and that's what we need.  Without a public option, the reform isn't reform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my representatives are fighting for reform (go MA Dems!), are yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The title of my post refers to the fact that the longer the Rep/Senator is in Congress, the less connected to the people he/she is and the more tied to lobbyists he/she is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-793381203127848279?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/793381203127848279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=793381203127848279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/793381203127848279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/793381203127848279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-reason-we-need-term-limits-in.html' title='Another Reason We Need Term Limits In Congress'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-8201003359565115882</id><published>2009-06-12T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:00:37.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Next Few Weeks</title><content type='html'>Here's what's going on in the next week or so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, June 13: Lobsterbake in Shrewsbury (graduation party-style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, June 16: Red Sox v. Marlins with Jen (see first start by John Smoltz?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, June 17: Red Sox v. Marlins with Sharleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, June 18: Dinner with Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, June 19: New Kids on the Block concert in Mansfield, MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Sunday, June 26-28: Amy comes to visit (events include the Aquarium and Lost in Paris show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this is going on, I also need to do my homework, go to class, get my resume stuff together and start studying for the MPRE.  I can't wait until this quarter is over already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news:  Yesterday I got a new phone.  It's an adorable, pink Blackberry Curve.  I'm still adjusting, but I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, right after I got my new phone, it rang and it was the woman in charge of internships at the RCFP (Reporters Committee for Freedom of the Press).  I had sent my information to them months ago and I thought they were done, but turns out they are just getting to it.  She pretty much sprung a phone interview on me (asked a lot of questions about my time in Syracuse).  At the end, I wasn't offered a job, but it felt like it was going there so I had to tell her that I could no longer take a fall internship from them, as I've realized I really need to be in Boston for fall firm recruitment stuff.  If I want a firm job in Boston, I have to be here in September in October, and the RCFP is in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did tell her I'm interested in coming in the Spring, which is true.  And she encouraged me to send my information then and she told me they were very impressed with my credentials.  Hearing that made my week because I'm a bit insecure about my resume, so it's nice to hear that it impressed somebody.  And it's nice to hear that Newhouse does hold some weight out there like they were telling me in college!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-8201003359565115882?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8201003359565115882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=8201003359565115882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8201003359565115882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8201003359565115882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/06/crazy-next-few-weeks.html' title='Crazy Next Few Weeks'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1581012673597010275</id><published>2009-05-31T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:16:44.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Quarter Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, I'm back in Boston, back in school and back into my old routine of TV and homework.  In fact that is (I guess was) what I'm doing.  Watching the finale of the Hills (which is weird because it's been a year since I've watched the show at all) and reading my Communications Law assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs, which were severely burnt in Texas are almost completely healed.  The blistering is gone and the peeling almost gone too.  You have no idea how excited I am about that, especially since the weather is getting nice again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas was a lot of fun.  The first day was a disaster.  I had to take a shuttle instead of the pre-arranged ride to the airport that I thought I had.  On top of that drama, the shuttle was 45 minutes late.  Boo that shit.  Then my flight from Dallas to Austin was super delayed.  Gross.  And of course, it was 65 degrees and raining.  Not the weather I was promised.  The rest of the weekend had great weather and I got to do tourist stuff and hang out with a good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SiMaN6c108I/AAAAAAAAAYY/o1L4xr8Thds/s1600-h/DSCN0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SiMaN6c108I/AAAAAAAAAYY/o1L4xr8Thds/s400/DSCN0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342142409322386370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SiMaOPmIQpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/wWWDBr7emwo/s1600-h/DSCN0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SiMaOPmIQpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/wWWDBr7emwo/s400/DSCN0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342142414998487698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, if getting a sunburn is ever lucky, I got sunburnt on my last day, so the weekend was affected by my pain.  And frankly, the burn wasn't so much painful (I've had worse) as it was gross looking, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I made it back to Byfield for a couple days in my big bed and then the stress of moving back to boston.  I HATE moving.  But that's over and school has started.  So far I like my classes.  I know that Labor Law is going to be horribly boring, but it's one of those classes I need to get through.  It's an important part of law that I want to have at least a decent base on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far since I've been back, I've gotten to hang out with the important people, which makes me happy.  And I'm excited about spending a lot of time this summer with Jen because last summer we failed.  Her work hours are super awkward because she works weekends, but we're going to make it work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't forget, on Memorial day, Syracuse was crowned National Champions in Lacrosse for the second year in a row and 5th (or 6th) time this decade!  Go Orange!  I already have my back-to-back champs shirt.  Lacrosse is not "my" sport, but I'm getting into it after watching the last few years, and I'd love to see a game live, it seems like a great sport to see in person.  Can't do it next year because the championship is back in Baltimore (it's been in Foxboro the last two years) but I think it's back in Massachusetts in 2011, and at that time I will be employed and hopefully the proud owner of a car, so count me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's already June (in a few hours).  Life is going fast.  I need to get my shit together not just for my next co-op (for which, stuff is due June 15) but I need to start organizing for fall recruitment and applications for post-grad jobs!  I can't believe real life is coming on so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming Events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 5 - Graduation party in Byfield&lt;br /&gt;June 16 - Red Sox game with Jen?  Not definite&lt;br /&gt;June 17 - Red Sox game with Sharleen&lt;br /&gt;June 19 - NKOTB concert?&lt;br /&gt;June ?? - Amy visits!&lt;br /&gt;June 27? - Graduation party in Shrewsbury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1581012673597010275?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1581012673597010275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1581012673597010275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1581012673597010275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1581012673597010275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-quarter-update.html' title='Summer Quarter Update'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SiMaN6c108I/AAAAAAAAAYY/o1L4xr8Thds/s72-c/DSCN0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6779103827369746078</id><published>2009-05-15T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:49:15.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day in DC</title><content type='html'>It's my last 17 minutes of my job at the National Association of Broadcasters (and by the time I post this, less).  Work has been fantastic.  My boss is amazing and I will miss his stories about getting drunk on a Tuesday and coming in hungover.  What a role model, lol.  Seriously though, the people at NAB are awesome.  So nice and so willing to chat and give advice.  I've had multiple people tell me to let them know where I'm applying next time around so they can put in a good word.  I will definitely keep in touch and use my new connections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to leave my DC friends.  I have happy hour in 1/2 hour so I can drink, be merry, and say good bye.  Such a bittersweet feeling.  I'm definitely looking forward to going to Austin and then back to Boston to see all those people that I've missed, but I've gotten into a routine and re-established friendships with people here that I will definitely miss.  I've really enjoyed going out with Allison (though I won't miss all the sketchy marines asking me about her and asking me to "put in a good word" -- looooong story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm off to write a Thank You e-mail to the legal department -- oh Microsoft Outlook, how I look forward to using you again in 3 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you, Boston (booo school!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6779103827369746078?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6779103827369746078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6779103827369746078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6779103827369746078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6779103827369746078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-in-dc.html' title='Last Day in DC'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-4142937737528240144</id><published>2009-05-07T12:56:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:12:26.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SgMg3M7gYsI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vgFVZPA35W4/s1600-h/45523106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333142516472505026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SgMg3M7gYsI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vgFVZPA35W4/s200/45523106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone is probably getting up in arms over Bristol Palin advocating absitence just months after herself declaring the system "unrealistic". I, on the other hand, find it perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is a great example of the hypocrisy of the abstinence-only position. All these people say abstinence while fully knowing that teens don't stay abstinent (or at least a large number of them). In fact, most of the advocates probably didn't "save" themselves for marriage either -- I would loooove to see those numbers (not that I would expect these people to be honest).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With Bristol Palin, you have a clear example of how hypocritical it is. She's not advocating for the use of contraceptives, for practicing safe-sex, like she should have been doing with that prize of a man, Levi. She's advocating not having sex at all, something I'm sure she promised her educators and parents she'd do -- and didn't do! Why does she think teens will listen to her? Because she has a baby? I'm pretty sure that won't work. If the 18-year-old person advocating for abstinence took the same pledge she's asking you to take is walking around with her infant, what sort of confidence does that instill. It's a great way to scare kids straight, but most teens say "it won't happen to me" and "i'm not dumb enough to get pregnant" and shrug off the warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What the abstinence-only education advocates need is a reality check. Bristol was right the first time: stressing abstinence and only abstinence to teens is unrealistic. Abistinence is a great concept. It is the only way to 100% prevent pregnancy and STDs. But teens are living in a world of competing messages. Boys are being told sex is cool and sex is a status symbol and girls are feeling pressure from the media and boys their own age to conform to an impossible standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What needs to be taught is that abstinence is ideal, but if you can't make it until marriage, here's how to protect yourself. They need to be taught that sex is a big deal and it changes everything and with sex comes HUGE responsibilities and potentially HUGE repercussions. Sex education needs to be more well-rounded and it makes me sad that Bristol changed her tune. I'm sure it's a result of mommy's political team trying to save face, but I still think Bristol could have actually made a bit of a difference had should stood up to her mom and other abstinence-only advocates and said, loudly, "it doesn't work!"&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/31056983-4142937737528240144?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4142937737528240144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=4142937737528240144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4142937737528240144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4142937737528240144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyone-is-probably-getting-up-in-arms.html' title='Oh, the Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SgMg3M7gYsI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vgFVZPA35W4/s72-c/45523106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6872035489007655823</id><published>2009-05-05T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:12:37.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Reading Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SgBhUx5lGTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/xUvHlb3jpuM/s1600-h/lost%20book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332368968426789170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SgBhUx5lGTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/xUvHlb3jpuM/s320/lost%2520book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;The Lost: A Search for Six of Six Million&lt;/u&gt; by Daniel Mendelsohn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nonfiction book about this guy's seach through geneology and regional history in Poland to find out what happened to his grandfather's brother, brother's wife and four daughters, which he grew up hearing about only as those "killed by the Nazis." So far, it's well written, if a little oddly organized, but I'm only 65 pages in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably end up being my last book of the quarter, since it's more than 500 pages and I've only got 2 weeks left until school work begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This quarter I read:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Jester&lt;/u&gt; by James Patterson --&gt; not the normal James Patterson, a.k.a. not a murder mystery, but I enjoyed it. Takes place during the Crusades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Brothers Karamozov&lt;/u&gt; by Fyodor Dostoyesvsky (sp?) --&gt; A good book, especially right after taking criminal trial practice. It's about brothers (obvi) and the subsequent murder of their father and the trial of one of the brothers. Of course, it takes until nearly page 700 for the murder and trial to occur, but whatevs. At times it was hard to follow (it is 19th century russian), but worth the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Manhunt&lt;/u&gt; by James Swanson --&gt; about Lincoln's killers and their escape/capture after the assassination. VERY good. I would definitely recommend this, even if you're not normally a nonfiction person because it read like a novel. It always fascinates me when a writer can make something that compelling and suspenseful to a reader even knowing how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then attempted &lt;u&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/u&gt; by Anthony Burgess and couldn't get through the first 20 pages. It's written in Cockney English and it was way too hard. I have the movie on my Netflix queue, so I might make another attempt after seeing the movie and having a basic plot understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Man Who Owns the News: Inside the Secret World of Rupert Murdoch&lt;/u&gt; by Michael Wolff --&gt; I found this to be very interesting. I've only known Rupert Murdoch as a bad man and the owner of Fox News, but this made him more human. I kind of like him now... I mean, you can't blame him for trying to make money, and once you find out he's ashamed of Fox News and HATES Bill O'Reilly, you realize he can't be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/u&gt; by Audrey Niffenegger --&gt; This is one of my all-time favorite books. I was reading it for the second time and with every turn of the page I remembered why I loved it. It's a love story between a regular woman, Clare, and a man, Henry, who has a time traveling gene and how they handle his constant disappearances. It's a beautiful love story and she does a great job weaving the time periods together to make a clear, touching story. I definitely recommend this book, and you should read it before the movie comes out this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6872035489007655823?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6872035489007655823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6872035489007655823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6872035489007655823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6872035489007655823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-im-reading-now.html' title='What I&apos;m Reading Now'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SgBhUx5lGTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/xUvHlb3jpuM/s72-c/lost%2520book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7057464112114571814</id><published>2009-05-04T23:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:06:56.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo That Shit</title><content type='html'>I would say today was a bad day, but it wasn't all bad... just the last few hours of it SUCKED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress = suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoying, clueless people = suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the deal.  if you take out people's laundry from the dryer to put your own in... make sure the laundry is dry.  cuz my laundry was really, really wet.  and then, instead of walking up the stairs to the living room to tell me so at least i could fold it, or put it back in the dryer, you just left it in the hamper, wet and wrinkling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the laundry in for 70 minutes, which always dries even heavy loads thoroughly, at 9:30pm.  At 11, I checked (admittedly a wopping 20 minutes after it should have been done) and it was sitting there in the basket wet.  I'm not saying he necessarily took my clothes out early, but despite his "I didn't notice" explanation, only a retard would have missed the sopping wet sweatshirt and sweater, and damp rest of the load.  And frankly, when the thin, button down shirt is wet, on a medium-sized load, there's a good chance that load didn't make it the whole 70 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very very annoyed.  Not to mention fucking Northeastern telling me to move into my apartment on May 31 when classes start May 26.  Sometimes, I'm convinced that I'm the only competent person on this planet!  How do you not look at an academic calendar???  An academic calendar that's been set for months?????  ISN'T IT YOUR JOB TO SCHEDULE THIS SHIT, NORTHEASTERN HOUSING OFFICE?  HAVE YOU NOT DONE THIS BEFORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, my throat hurts.  I'm exhausted and I can't sleep because I'm too angry/stressed/exhausted/hormonal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fb status about the laundry "incident" says "dorm flashback" but in reality, this is the first time i've ever had to deal with someone that disrespectful.  I was right upstairs.  he could have easily got me.  This isn't like a dorm where you don't know who's clothes it is.  Yes, I've taken clothes out before, but those are clothes that were (1) very dry and (2) no one else was in the house at the time and I'm not going to sit around for hours to wait for someone to claim a bunch of towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is doubly annoying is this is technically his house, so what do I do?  Run to his parents??  He's 24 and he acts like a fucking child, but I can't judge, it's not my family.  I mean, he has a job, but half the time, his parents help him out with it (works for a park, has to lock the lake at night, half the time his dad does it)... Sorry but my parents refused to do my paper route for me when I was tired at age 12... this kid is 24, with no motivation to move out of mommy and daddy's basement and he can't fucking walk upstairs to tell me my laundry is done and/or sopping wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH UGH UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's also annoying and short.  so there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7057464112114571814?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7057464112114571814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7057464112114571814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7057464112114571814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7057464112114571814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-would-say-today-was-bad-day-but-it.html' title='Boo That Shit'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6714458060802436839</id><published>2009-05-01T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:12:22.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to Coach Mac</title><content type='html'>The revered former Syracuse Orange football coach, Dick Macpherson, is being honored with &lt;a href="http://http://www.syracuse.com/today/index.ssf/2009/04/syracuses_coach_mac_selected_f.html"&gt;induction into the Football Hall of Fame&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what he'd probably appreciate more? The football team being less of an embarrassment and maybe winning more than 10 games in the last 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the new coach, Doug Marrone, and the long road ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6714458060802436839?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6714458060802436839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6714458060802436839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6714458060802436839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6714458060802436839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/congrats-to-coach-mac.html' title='Congrats to Coach Mac'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6323248701606337932</id><published>2009-05-01T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:46:51.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I Disappeared For a While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I've been MIA lately, mostly because I've been so busy.  Work tires me out, so usually when I get home, I just read and watch TV and then sleep.  In the interest of an update, here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Work is great.  I love the subject matter, which is great because on my last co-op, I hated the subject matter.  It's kind of funny, because the two are very connected, but that goes to show the difference between reading about cable and telephone operation (the business) and &lt;em&gt;broadcasting&lt;/em&gt;.  Trust me, it's different.  I get to read about the Fairness Doctrine and (today) the Supreme Court's decision on fleeting expletives.  6 months ago, I was reading about pole attachment and switch-access fees.  What sounds more interesting to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Living in the DC area is great too.  I miss Boston terribly, but I'm still really enjoying my time in the district.  I've done touristy stuff (visited the monuments last weekend in 90 degree weather, gorgeous, if a bit hot; done the Newseum - love! - and the American History Smithsonian).  I've also had an amazing time with friends from high school and college that have moved down here.  Some of them I hadn't seen in years, some just a few months.  It's been an interesting experience getting to know new bars, new people, new scenes.  It's been good for me, though I still have that safety net of people I know and trust.  I don't know if I could just get up and move somewhere where I don't know anyone.  I have a HUGE amount of respect for people who do that.  If you're looking for pictures, they're on facebook.  My camera has been broken and in NJ getting fixed for a while, but I just got it back, so I need to add what was on there, but there are some courtesy of my lovely cell phone and they are suprisingly not horrible.  Check them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;My birthday was a couple weeks ago, I'm now a whopping 24 years old and a rising 3L (3rd year for you layman) in law school.  Almost done, almost half-way through my twenties.  In just a short time, I will have to be an official grown up and I don't like that one bit.  I will enjoy this last year of student life, trust me.  The real world, where I've been practicing these last few months, is a scary concept once it's permanent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;For my birthday party, some lovely ladies from Boston drove down to celebrate along with my DC group and our favorite band.  That was a great night/weekend.  The band was great, as usual, and they bought me a celebratory shot to start the night... and it was downhill from there.  I can't get away with nights like that for much longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I only have two more weekends left, so I'm planning on getting the most out of them before I'm back in Massachusetts, moved into Boston and back at school (May 26 is both too soon and too far).  This weekend Allison, Liz and I all won free Happy Hours at this bar called McFaddens.  There's actually a location in Boston too.  So we drink for free from 8-11 pm, and we'll be taking advantage of that.  We'll be meeting other people out after that.  I'm trying to figure out if, during the day on Saturday, I want to go to the National Portrait Museum, or if I want to hold off on that.  I've actually seen most of what I want to, so I might wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Next week, on either Tuesday or Wednesday, I'll be meeting with my hometown Congressman.  I'm actually pretty excited about that (as dorky as it may be).  He's been my Congressman since I was little and it'll be nice to finally meet the man I've been voting for (still haven't changed my voter's registration).  I'll be sharing my time, most likely, with one or two other students (probably college age), and I have no idea how much time we'll get, but it's nice that he's taking the time to meet with us.  I'm only 24, and the other people are most likely younger, and I wouldn't blame someone that busy for ignoring us (it's not like we have money to donate).  I'm coming up with questions - I'll take suggestions.  So far, I'm planning on asking him about Plum Island, an island in my town that is literally washing away.  I also want to ask about how he got involved in politics and any recommendations for someone interested.  That's about it.  I need to read his bio more closely this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Upcoming Dates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;May 2 - out in DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;May 5 or 6 - Meet John Tierney (6th-MA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;May 8 - Ocho de Mayo party in Arlington, VA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;May 15 - Last dinner in DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;May 16-19 - Austin, TX (hopefully not getting the swine flu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;May 20 - back in Byfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;May 23ish - Move into Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;May 26 - First day of summer classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6323248701606337932?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6323248701606337932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6323248701606337932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6323248701606337932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6323248701606337932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-i-disappeared-for-while.html' title='Wow, I Disappeared For a While...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-4173978340309673795</id><published>2009-03-06T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:20:07.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="uvp_fop" height="327" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://l.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=12355455&amp;amp;rd=eyc-off&amp;amp;ympsc=&amp;amp;postpanelEnable=1&amp;amp;prepanelEnable=1&amp;amp;infopanelEnable=1&amp;amp;carouselEnable=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed id="uvp_fop" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://l.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=12355455&amp;amp;rd=eyc-off&amp;amp;ympsc=&amp;amp;prepanelEnable=1&amp;amp;infopanelEnable=1" height="327" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-4173978340309673795?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4173978340309673795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=4173978340309673795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4173978340309673795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4173978340309673795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/cannot-wait-for-this.html' title='CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5656084268628507338</id><published>2009-03-04T23:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:59:13.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finals are over.  Vacation is over (too soon).  Work has begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As for final exams -- not too bad.  I tend to feel overwhelmed right before they begin and then once I sit down and start, am surprised at how much I actually retained over the quarter.  It's my second quarter of exams and it still surprises me how quickly the quarters go.  It seems just as you're getting into it, it's over.  However, I definitely burnt out at the end.  I was so ready for it to be over.  If we had a semester system, I don't know what I'd do.  I've been going to school non-stop since pre-school really...  Only a year left and then I have to act like a grown-up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vacation was good.  Went to Daytona with my parents (my dad joined us half-way through, actually) and my Aunt and Uncle.  Kind of a dorky situation, but would you turn down a trip to Florida in which your travel and food and hotel and everything was paid for by someone other than you?  Me neither.  The last couple days were odd because it was the beginning of Bike Week.  Needless to say (then I shouldn't have to say it but...), it got noisy.  Weather was a bit cool and windy the first few days, but really nice the last few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As for moving to D.C... the travel situation was awk.  Hit a snow storm in Virginia and apparently Virginians cannot drive in snow.  Made the trip a bit longer than the original estimation of 12 1/2 hours.  My mom was losing it and it was horribly obnoxious.  The woman is the worst back seat driver on the planet.  I really don't know how my dad doesn't purposefully sideswipe a wall on the passenger side of the car.  The nagging is constant and unnecessary.  You'd think he's never driven a car before and if it wasn't for her, he'd drive off the road at an ungodly speed and kill everyone.  The man travels by car as an essential part of his job without her, and he's still here!  He doesn't need the comments and neither do I!  I got soooo annoyed and I had my iPod on!  So glad that's over.  I love my mom, but she can be the most needy, nagging, and nasty person sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Living in the D.C. (Maryland) area is nice so far.  It's only been a couple days, but my commute is very easy, only 30 minutes on the train, plus a 15 minute walk to the station from the house.  I'm living with family friends.  It's an adjustment, living with "parents" again.  They're my parent's friends and I don't know them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; well, but they're really nice, and they won't let me pay rent and they cook me food (cupcakes!) so I can see this working out very well.  They have a son my age and he's really nice.  We already went out last night because he was going to check out the Maryland basketball game and the bar just so happened to have the Syracuse game, so I was excited.  Yay for Maryland dive bars having Syracuse basketball on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My first week is almost over and I'm really excited for upcoming social events.  There are some people I'm really excited to see and have not seen in way too long.  First up, happy hour on Friday with Phoebe.  That's right -- D.C. has a happy hour, unlike Massachusetts and it's stupid law against discounting alcohol (stupid Puritans).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sleep now.  Work in morning.  Oh! And so far I like my job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-5656084268628507338?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5656084268628507338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5656084268628507338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5656084268628507338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5656084268628507338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-547549663857792537</id><published>2009-02-15T01:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:47:48.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>So, I couldn't find a video on YouTube, but I have a thought I will share anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those Cymbalta commercials?  The "Depression Hurts" commercials where they talk about how depression is emotional and physcial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comment goes to when they list possible side effects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should an antidepressent really have the possible side effect of THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that's necessarily a side-effect, but a sign that the medication doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were ever depressed (here's hoping that doesn't happen) I would want medication that at least worked, not made my depression worse.  Thoughts of suicide is a pretty bad side effect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-547549663857792537?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/547549663857792537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=547549663857792537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/547549663857792537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/547549663857792537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6071049392565008410</id><published>2009-02-12T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:24:44.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Drama</title><content type='html'>I hate drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate drama queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when they're guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these situations are helpful when knowing who's worth your time and who is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, thank you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay for tomorrow being the last day of classes, boooo on finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to move to D.C. for the next few months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6071049392565008410?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6071049392565008410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6071049392565008410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6071049392565008410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6071049392565008410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-drama.html' title='I Hate Drama'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1787835376774781905</id><published>2009-02-10T09:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:31:16.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh, Boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Marijuana Use Linked to Testicular Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WASHINGTON (Feb. 9) - Marijuana use may increase the risk of developing testicular cancer, in particular a more aggressive form of the disease, according to a U.S. study published on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The study of 369 Seattle-area men ages 18 to 44 with testicular cancer and 979 men in the same age bracket without the disease found that current marijuana users were 70 percent more likely to develop it compared to nonusers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://news.aol.com/health/article/marijuana-use-linked-to-testicular/333866&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;70% is a HUGE number!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1787835376774781905?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1787835376774781905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1787835376774781905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1787835376774781905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1787835376774781905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-oh-boys.html' title='Uh-Oh, Boys...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-2904037205203883609</id><published>2009-02-07T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:31:15.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, People</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3089746"&gt;"Fidelity": Don't Divorce...&lt;/a&gt; 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Can't Wait for the Album to Come Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h09_1qdkFIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h09_1qdkFIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-4243354694610679165?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4243354694610679165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=4243354694610679165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4243354694610679165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4243354694610679165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-cant-wait-for-album-to-come-out.html' title='Yay! Can&apos;t Wait for the Album to Come Out!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-3162491047052881882</id><published>2009-01-04T17:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:58:14.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Globes...</title><content type='html'>The awards are next Sunday.  Here's who's nominated, and who I think should win (in italics).  I am only commenting on categories in which I've seen at least two of the movies/performances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture, Drama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFE88lpy1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Gsy1SdTr9dc/s1600-h/slumdog460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFE88lpy1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Gsy1SdTr9dc/s200/slumdog460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583251356568402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionary Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- granted I've only seen 2 (slumdog and frost/nixon) of the films nominated, I really can't imagine the others beating Slumdog.  Frost/Nixon was great, I love the biography feel and it feels a lot like Good Night and Good Luck but there's a stronger connection with the viewer to the characters, I think.  Slumdog is just outstanding.  See my previous post for my immediate reaction to it.  I would like to see the others, but with school starting back up, it might be a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Picture, Musical/Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEyxN_67I/AAAAAAAAAVo/6OJinahbrXM/s1600-h/mammamiaposter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEyxN_67I/AAAAAAAAAVo/6OJinahbrXM/s200/mammamiaposter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583076505873330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn After Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Go Lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bruges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;I am counting this category even though I only saw 40 minutes of Burn After Reading before I got bored and stopped.  I was not a fan.  Maybe if I watched it all the way through I would have felt better, but I couldn't do it.  Mamma Mia probably won't win, but it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Actress, Musical/Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rebecca Hall - Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFE8WgbbJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/WS1HuWsBdkk/s1600-h/mammamiastill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFE8WgbbJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/WS1HuWsBdkk/s200/mammamiastill2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583241134107794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hawkins - Happy Go Lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances McDormand - Burn After Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meryl Streep - Mamma Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Thompson - Last Chance Harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  I'm going with Meryl on this one.  I saw her in Doubt and then saw her in this and was blown away with her range.  I think she should get the award for this over Doubt only because it is so different than what you usually see her in.  She is usually doing the drama, I like that she was brave enough to shake things up and sing.  As for Frances McDormand, in the brief look I got, she was good, and I'd love to see Last Chance Harvey, that looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Supporting Actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise - Tropic Thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEx3kvO4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/MJxSM99r9Sk/s1600-h/dark_knight_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEx3kvO4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/MJxSM99r9Sk/s200/dark_knight_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583061031992194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey Junior - Tropic Thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Fiennes - The Duchess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heath Ledger - The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- This is a category where I've seen everything but The Duchess, so I actually can judge.  Tom Cruise was good, but not Golden Globe good and I think he's burned to many bridges.  If Heath didn't die, I think it would be much tighter between him and RDJ.  Tropic Thunder was a great movie and RDJ was outstanding, but Heath was just as good, if not better, and considering what's happened, I think Heath should get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the Best Supporting Actress, I only saw one movie, which accounts for two nominees, so I'll just state that Amy Adams was amazing in Doubt.  As for Viola Davis, she was good and her role was heartbreaking (mother of a potential abuse victim but leaves her son there because his opportunities are few because of his race and financial standing), but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her role was maybe 5 minutes long.  Amy Adams was in the entire movie so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it was down to the two of them, she should get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Screenplay &lt;/span&gt;(just listing the movies, not the writers, sorry WGA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEybQsUPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/V02379Lyjrg/s1600-h/hr_Slumdog_Millionaire_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEybQsUPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/V02379Lyjrg/s200/hr_Slumdog_Millionaire_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583070611591410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I give the Benjamin Button guy credit for turning a short story into a really long movie, but I gotta go with Slumdog again.  The way the story of Jamal's life was interwoven with scenes from the gameshow and how the questions led to the backstory and those were both intertwined with the love story and the police questioning and how everything interrelated in a beautiful way for hte viewer -- perfect.  I'd give the director the Golden Globe too, I just don't know directing well enough to really judge it so I left it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As for Best Original Song, I have no opinion because I don't know any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of them, but I just want to state that if Miley Cyrus wins a Golden Globe, I quit.  I don't know what I quit, I just quit.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Television, Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEyzYSmnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/szGr5ze6pm8/s1600-h/madmen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEyzYSmnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/szGr5ze6pm8/s200/madmen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583077085911666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- This one is tough.  I love both Dexter and Mad Men more than any other show on television.  I haven't seen True Blood or In Treatment and while House is great, it's not even close to D or MM.  I'm going with Mad Men on this one because the second season was impressive in both writing and acting, whereas Dexter's season 3 was not as good, in my opinion as last year and the overall acting is not as polished.  Plus, MM won the Globe last year, so the voters already love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Actor, TV Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFE8gjwZ3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/lHResmsAN1M/s1600-h/michael_c_hall01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFE8gjwZ3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/lHResmsAN1M/s200/michael_c_hall01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583243832420210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Byrne - In Treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael C. Hall - Dexter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Hamm - Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Laurie - House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Rhys Meyers - The Tudors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm going with Michael C. Hall even though Hamm won last year.  MCH has been outstanding as Dexter especially in the most recent season.  Even though I thought the season overall was not as good as the first two, season three showed more depth in Dexter and I think MCH deserves an award for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Actress, TV Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEysyupiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KcLKFcFvrP8/s1600-h/mad_men_betty_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFEysyupiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KcLKFcFvrP8/s200/mad_men_betty_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583075317753378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Field - Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariska Hargitay - Law &amp;amp; Order, SVU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January Jones - Mad Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Paquin - True Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyra Sedgwick - The Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Jones took her character to a new level this season.  Last year, I hated her character, thought she was whiny and annoying.  This year, you understood her more, you pitied her, you pulled for her, you tore your hair out.  You can't give all the credit to the writing on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not commenting on comedies in general as I've only seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Office and 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;0 Rock, which d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o fit my "seen 2" requirement, but it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would be boring.  We know Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ill win and probably 30 Rock, as has been the trend lately.  Other than that, it will probably be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cable shows I don't get.  Jeremy Piven will most likely get Best Supporting Actor which will be an absolute travesty because Neil Patrick Harris is the best on television right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Entoura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ge is tired and should be cancelled.  As for Best Supporting Actress, I only watch Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters and Rachel Griffiths is fantastic, has been since 6 Feet Under.  I say give it to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was a long entry, but when it comes to homework or long blog posts, I prefer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-3162491047052881882?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3162491047052881882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=3162491047052881882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3162491047052881882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3162491047052881882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/01/golden-globes.html' title='Golden Globes...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SWFE88lpy1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Gsy1SdTr9dc/s72-c/slumdog460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1339341033547064995</id><published>2009-01-04T01:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:06:55.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Movie of 2008/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND GO SEE THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS HEARTBREAKING AND UPLIFTING AND JUST PLAIN OUTSTANDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't win Globes and Oscars I will be shocked.  I saw Doubt (which everyone is raving about) and it was good, but nowhere near the quality of this movie.  The story was so nuanced and so well presented... and I can't really describe it because I'm not a film critic, but there was so much to this movie that made it great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is getting great reviews too and it's already won small stuff, but I want it to do well in the mainstream awards too because it really does deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1339341033547064995?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1339341033547064995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1339341033547064995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1339341033547064995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1339341033547064995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-movie-of-20082009.html' title='Best Movie of 2008/2009'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6876321163133512732</id><published>2009-01-03T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:15:36.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?!?</title><content type='html'>Why is Bristol Palin saying "teen pregnancy is not ideal" news?  Can we all just agree that it isn't ideal?  Is there a reason we still care about the Palins?  I would kinda get caring about Sarah still, because she still has potential.  The only news from Bristol I would want to hear is... well pretty much nothing.  Maybe when her sham marriage ends, but other than that, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... Tripp??  Really?  Your brothers are Track and Trig.  You couldn't come up with something different.  Try a different 2 letter combination maybe?  Something halfway normal to help make the kid feel better?  He's already going to be made fun of because his parents are young enough to be the kids of the other parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I get very annoyed when crap like this makes the news.  And not just the news, but the CNN political ticker.  Just because her mom is a politician does not make her baby's birth political news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, btw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6876321163133512732?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6876321163133512732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6876321163133512732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6876321163133512732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6876321163133512732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2009/01/really.html' title='Really?!?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-3419233239932218982</id><published>2008-12-29T20:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:25:40.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must See This:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5FWp-k1QMI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5FWp-k1QMI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It combines my love for Paul Rudd (seriously, I want to have his children even though I know he's married and has children) and my love for How I Met Your Mother (Jason Segal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to March!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-3419233239932218982?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3419233239932218982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=3419233239932218982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3419233239932218982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3419233239932218982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-must-see-this.html' title='I Must See This:'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1822845308440526817</id><published>2008-12-20T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:26:14.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are People Still Friends With This Woman?</title><content type='html'>Glade has a series of commercials with this woman who keeps lying to her friends about the scent in her house.  She says it's fancy boutique candles or it's fresh baked cookies or whatever.  It's the same woman everytime, so on the one hand, yay for her getting a recurring national commercial.  On the other hand, her "character" should not have this many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, why are people still friends with her?  She keeps lying! And she's not good at it, they keep seeing right through it!  And it's about stupid stuff.  Who cares if you're using a glade scented oil candle and bought cookies?  Who cares if it's a glad plug-in and not a fancy one (are there fancy plug-ins?)  It's annoying is all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVgdHQGxzIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVgdHQGxzIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it's not an animated cookie that's giving away her lies, but you get the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1822845308440526817?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1822845308440526817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1822845308440526817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1822845308440526817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1822845308440526817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-are-people-still-friends-with-this.html' title='Why Are People Still Friends With This Woman?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-3544757673115557346</id><published>2008-12-17T01:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:15:14.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Me While I'm Down</title><content type='html'>On top everything else that's happened in the last few days (see previous post, Syracuse loss on a 60 foot -- 60 feet! -- buzzer beater!  For those who don't know the size of basketball court -- me -- I've been lucky enough to see video and it was well on the other side of half court)... Back to what I was saying.  On top of that, I was watching the news tonight and they did a feature on the charity "Wrap a Pat" the Patriots do every year and they talked about Mr. Stephen Gostkowski, the unbelievably good looking place kicker for the Patriots (#3 below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SUiXu92pk7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/VPGe7xz8ILU/s1600-h/2006-08-09-kickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SUiXu92pk7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/VPGe7xz8ILU/s400/2006-08-09-kickers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280637396225463218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a crush for a while and tonight, I find out he's married.  Married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 2 days, I've found out that the hot guy in law school got married, Syracuse lost on a fluke shot (I refuse to call it a miracle shot because miracle makes it sound like a good thing), and the hot guy on the football team turns out to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week sucks.  And it's TUESDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-3544757673115557346?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3544757673115557346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=3544757673115557346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3544757673115557346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3544757673115557346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/12/kick-me-while-im-down.html' title='Kick Me While I&apos;m Down'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SUiXu92pk7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/VPGe7xz8ILU/s72-c/2006-08-09-kickers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6635340837420466880</id><published>2008-12-16T01:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:50:05.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>We finally got ranked to #11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got complacent and was expecting to crack the top 10 because I thought we could win out the week, even against a tough Memphis team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we lost tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Cleveland State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a 60 foot buzzer beater 3 pointer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you kidding me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6635340837420466880?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6635340837420466880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6635340837420466880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6635340837420466880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6635340837420466880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/12/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-2144006892490393772</id><published>2008-12-08T01:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:24:36.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Comes Up With This Stuff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2xZp-GLMMJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-comes-up-with-this-stuff.html' title='Who Comes Up With This Stuff?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-9051252013813935372</id><published>2008-12-06T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:45:54.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stories That Surface During the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/STryYojeifI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0zA_falq5QI/s1600-h/text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/STryYojeifI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0zA_falq5QI/s320/text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276796418434959858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm 23.  When I get drunk, that tends to lead to inappropriate text messages and facebook wall posts.  Nothing new there, I'm pretty sure everyone does it and people make the drunk dial too, but I try to avoid drunk conversations unless they're in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a freshman in college (a.k.a. the dark ages before facebook) people did all of the above minus facebook posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before cell phones? Just the drunk dialing, maybe some drunk emailing.  People still do all that stuff (otherwise google would not have come up with it's email breathalyzer system), I'm just setting up a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Thanksgiving, my aunt brought up the fact that her son, my cousin, who is a freshman at Emerson college drunk texted her one night.  Now, I would NEVER drunk text my mom, but hey, maybe that's just me.  The story, as embarrassing for him as it might be, led to a great story from my grandfather:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 1953 when he and my grandmother were "dating" ...I put that in quotes because they were in two different countries and were in communication via daily letters and only saw eachother in person 3 times tops before they married ... Anyway, when they were writing each other my grandfather admits to writing one letter while a bit "woozy" (his word).  He mailed it off and in return, several days or a week later (I don't know the quality of the mail service back then) he got a letter back from my grandmother that said "Were you drunk when you wrote that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it was really funny in person and probably significantly less funny in writing.  But my point is 1) I can't believe people used to drunk write letters; 2) I can't believe people who drunkenly wrote letters still mailed them; 3) I want to see that letter; and 4) It being in French makes it take on a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remember kids, when you drunk text, you're really just using a faster way to inform others of your inebriation than your grandparents, the pioneers, did way back when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-9051252013813935372?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/9051252013813935372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=9051252013813935372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/9051252013813935372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/9051252013813935372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-stories-that-surface-during.html' title='Random Stories That Surface During the Holidays'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/STryYojeifI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0zA_falq5QI/s72-c/text.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-196447265994006116</id><published>2008-12-03T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:10:06.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch- ch- check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=c0cf508ff8" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=c0cf508ff8" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look for a cameo from my favorite man towards the end ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-196447265994006116?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/196447265994006116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=196447265994006116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/196447265994006116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/196447265994006116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/12/ch-ch-check-it-out.html' title='Ch- ch- check it out!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1093728798181452282</id><published>2008-11-29T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:06:06.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Secret but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/STICpv2KWDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cr-jXy41QTc/s1600-h/abuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/STICpv2KWDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cr-jXy41QTc/s400/abuse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274281029845801010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my freshman year in college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything and probably wouldn't have if a friend didn't report him on my behalf, without my knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't even my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.postsecret.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1093728798181452282?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1093728798181452282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1093728798181452282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1093728798181452282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1093728798181452282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-my-secret-but.html' title='Not My Secret but...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/STICpv2KWDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cr-jXy41QTc/s72-c/abuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-976447168539747223</id><published>2008-11-05T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:35:30.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could You Not Vote For This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjXyqcx-mYY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjXyqcx-mYY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-976447168539747223?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/976447168539747223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=976447168539747223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/976447168539747223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/976447168539747223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-could-you-not-vote-for-this.html' title='How Could You Not Vote For This?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-4872792679077628421</id><published>2008-11-05T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:10:46.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Next President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SRHTAMCum9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ihOz-UVtJtM/s1600-h/hope.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265221439558949842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SRHTAMCum9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ihOz-UVtJtM/s400/hope.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay! My country didn't let me down again! I know that change comes slow and things won't immediately change on January 20. The world won't wake up to roses. BUT, this is an amazing step for us. I'm so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's an amusing tidbit from &lt;em&gt;Newsweek&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The debates unnerved both candidates. When he was preparing for the Democratic&lt;br /&gt;primary debates, Obama was recorded saying, "I don't consider this to be a good&lt;br /&gt;format for me, which makes me more cautious. I often find myself trapped by the&lt;br /&gt;questions and thinking to myself, 'You know, this is a stupid question, but let&lt;br /&gt;me ... answer it.' So when Brian Williams is asking me about what's a personal&lt;br /&gt;thing that you've done [that's green], and I say, you know, 'Well, I planted a&lt;br /&gt;bunch of trees.' And he says, 'I'm talking about personal.' What I'm thinking in&lt;br /&gt;my head is, 'Well, the truth is, Brian, we can't solve global warming because I&lt;br /&gt;f---ing changed light bulbs in my house. It's because of something collective'."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-4872792679077628421?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4872792679077628421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=4872792679077628421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4872792679077628421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4872792679077628421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-next-president.html' title='Our Next President'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SRHTAMCum9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ihOz-UVtJtM/s72-c/hope.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-2338625073887431959</id><published>2008-11-04T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:28:28.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote!</title><content type='html'>Everyone please vote today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I will not link all the stories of voting machines malfunctioning or breaking, let me suggest we revert to paper ballots and human counting everywhere and permanently.  The crap in Florida in 2000 would never have happened if people voted by coloring in the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will take longer, but sometimes technology is not an &lt;em&gt;advancement&lt;/em&gt;.  Technology for the sake of technology is not always better.  Just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-2338625073887431959?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2338625073887431959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=2338625073887431959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2338625073887431959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2338625073887431959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote.html' title='Vote!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-2175794307642627756</id><published>2008-11-03T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:50:39.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a College Town</title><content type='html'>The Circle of Drunkenness, similar to the Circle of Life, is destined to repeat itself every night.  I had the pleasure of observing and partaking in one just a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to the bar, sober, sit drinking with friends while mercilessly making fun of drunk girls on the dance floor making fools of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to judge and mock while imbibing more alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach level of intoxication that allows you to stand up and enter said dance floor and commence dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice sober bitches sitting, staring and mocking you on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the circle continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-2175794307642627756?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2175794307642627756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=2175794307642627756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2175794307642627756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2175794307642627756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-in-college-town.html' title='Life in a College Town'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7451004271616151613</id><published>2008-10-23T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:34:54.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interestingly Put, Mr. Sedaris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SQC1qUe4T4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/K8oA9jljluM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260404103426101122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SQC1qUe4T4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/K8oA9jljluM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention? To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it? To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Author David Sedaris, on undecided voters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7451004271616151613?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7451004271616151613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7451004271616151613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7451004271616151613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7451004271616151613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/10/interestingly-put-mr-sedaris.html' title='Interestingly Put, Mr. Sedaris'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SQC1qUe4T4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/K8oA9jljluM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-8279990760291141533</id><published>2008-10-19T23:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:16:52.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Should Be Illegal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3CyZPAuztvs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3CyZPAuztvs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that pharmaceutical companies should not be able to advertise their products and, expanding on that, I certainly don't think surgical procedures should be advertised on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something so dirty about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem safe or ethical to advertise lap band surgery as an alternative to diet and exercise.  Surgeries like gastric bypass and now lap band surgeries are too often seen as an "either/or" and not a last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashing advertisements for surgeries and medication for things like "restless leg syndrome" caters to hypochondriacs.  I also wish I could get through one television show without seeing an old guy tell me how empty his life was before he went on Viagra or Levitra or any of the other 15 ED brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There shouldn't be pharmaceutical brand names.  Call me socialist or whatever you want, but I don't think health care should be a profit-driven industry.  It should be a patient-driven industry where health care should be the top priorty.  I know, I'm blowing your mind right now with my crazy ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the mini rant, but the Red Sox just lost and are out of the playoffs and then I had to watch another ED commercial and then a lap band commercial back-to-back.  Personally, I think the lap band commercial is more disturbing.  I mean, it's SURGERY.  By the way, that is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; the actual commercial I saw, just the one on YouTube I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commercial I saw had a bunch of sad, fat people complaining and then a normal size person saying she made the decision to take control back and she's so happy now and free and healthy and then all the fat people were like "I'm ready."  It made the surgery look like this quick, easy fix and life will be golden afterwards.  I seriously think it's unethical and shady.  Like wicked shady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-8279990760291141533?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8279990760291141533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=8279990760291141533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8279990760291141533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8279990760291141533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-should-be-illegal.html' title='This Should Be Illegal'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5577900137711417962</id><published>2008-10-14T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:28:15.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait For This Election To Be Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5mdIPNB8t8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5mdIPNB8t8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this doesn't turn into violence, because it seems so close to bubbling over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how awful is the old racist with the curious george doll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people should be locked up.  I'm an advocate for free speech, but that's too far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-5577900137711417962?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5577900137711417962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5577900137711417962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5577900137711417962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5577900137711417962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-wait-for-this-election-to-be.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait For This Election To Be Over'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-3238655114252087075</id><published>2008-10-06T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:24:57.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDofbll86dY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDofbll86dY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well produced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain's combover is disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and his actions are too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-3238655114252087075?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3238655114252087075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=3238655114252087075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3238655114252087075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3238655114252087075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7888000818160977294</id><published>2008-10-04T16:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:20:58.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love This Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsnOdf3_8jc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsnOdf3_8jc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7888000818160977294?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7888000818160977294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7888000818160977294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7888000818160977294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7888000818160977294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-this-song.html' title='Love This Song'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7608011537519568323</id><published>2008-10-03T14:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:36:04.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, Politics</title><content type='html'>So politics kind of has me down lately.  I have this terrified feeling that it's not going to go well.  After 2000 and 2004 (the latter being the first election I voted in), I have very little faith in the American people.  The choice seems so obvious... and yet... Bush was elected twice, why should I have faith?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253007279813566978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SOZuShPUIgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iDISBwonXEY/s320/s-OBAMA-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am a staunch supporter of Obama.  I'm from Massachusetts, so it seems pretty obvious.  In fact, my vote doesn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; count because no matter what I do, Obama will win.  I am the daughter of a mixed marriage, if you will.  My mom is borderline first generation American (mom immigrated from Canada upon marriage and my grandfather was born here but was first generation himself).  My dad is old-school New England Republican.  His ancestors fought in the Civil War, in World War II and probably a bunch of others, including the Revolutionary War because we can trace that side back to the Mayflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253007279550085506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SOZuSgQfuYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/P8pO_H9v-tI/s320/s-MCCAIN-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That being said, my dad is still from Massachusetts and he's rational.  Lately, he's been more Republican by birth and votes Democratic.  He votes for Senators Kennedy and Kerry every time and he voted for Clinton twice and Kerry last time around.  He &lt;em&gt;liked &lt;/em&gt;(emphasis on the past tense) John McCain in 2000 and voted for him in the primaries this year, but my gauge has him going blue this election as well.  I see myself as a nice mixture of the two parents.  I'm a moderate.  I'm a social liberal (pro-choice -- which is wayyyy different than being pro-abortion! -- and pro gay marriage and pro stem cell research), but I'm conservative in other ways.  I'm not nearly as versed in economics as I should be, so I can't really express my views on it, and it's something I'd like to change, but with law school, it won't happen anytime soon.  While I don't have an Economics degree or any schooling in it, I do know that Reagonomics does not work.  So I got that on the Republicans.  My point is that I would have no problem voting for a Republican if I liked what they brought to the table -- if they were smart, accountable, reliable and trustworthy and I agreed with their stances on many levels.  That's not happening here.  There is a HUGE intelligence and judgment gap, leaning in favor of the boys in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SOZuSUYZXgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/n_LA1HKeItE/s1600-h/s-DEBATEAD-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253007276361997826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SOZuSUYZXgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/n_LA1HKeItE/s320/s-DEBATEAD-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing I'd like to say real quick: I was never a Hillary fan.  The baseless assumption that I must love Hillary because she's a woman -- just like me! -- is just that, baseless.  That goes for Sarah Palin too.  Hillary is a great woman and I'm sure she's a great senator and all that stuff, but I always liked Obama more.  There was just something about Hillary that rubbed me the wrong way and I agreed with his policies on a deeper level.  I always have and always will respect Hillary and I know her journey was tough and far from over.  My favorite moment from the campaign was when those stupid boys in New Hampshire brought signs saying "Iron My Shirt" to one of her speeches and she addressed it by offering to teach them how to iron.  I thought that was poised and professional.  Still doesn't mean I'd vote for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple comments to her supporters: Get over it.  Your candidate didn't win -- welcome to a democratic society.  Stop being bitter and look at the facts.  If you truly liked Hillary and what she stood for, you could never vote for McCain/Palin.  And look at the pandering he's doing to you!  He thinks you're so fucking dumb and blinded by the idea of a woman in power that you'd vote for Palin!  Even though she disagrees with Hillary on every issue and is the exact opposite of Hillary!  Seriously!  That's what he thinks of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of comments to McCain:  Seriously?  You should be ashamed of yourself.  Palin is borderline retarded.  I know that schtick worked for Bush, but can we please stop it with the "Joe Six-Pack" stuff?  I think I'm a pretty smart person, in fact, I would be willing to wager a hefty amount that I'm smarter than Palin.  I want someone better than her, I want someone better than me in that office.  Speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253007274994346178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SOZuSPSUqMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jmb4fz-EykI/s320/s-BIDEN-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Love Obama/Biden.  Last night's debate was impressive.  He was so good.  He was so knowledgeable.  Where Palin seemed to be reciting a party line, something rehearsed, he sounded like he knew what he was talking about and reaching into his wealth of knowledge (probably because he was).  Why does this seem to intimidate the voters?  Why does someone sounding smart lose to someone sounding "folksy"?  The polls, both after the Obama/McCain debate (where McCain was stiff, mean and cranky) and after last night's seem to reflect that people are seeing beyond the personalities and to the credibility and intelligence.  This economic crisis has made people think and realize that folksy doesn't solve a financial crisis.  Folksy doesn't execute and manage a nation at war.  Joe Six-Pack can't balance a budget the size of the nation's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Biden, at the convention, his son made me tear up.  Last night he made me tear up.  And reading his speech to the troops today in Delaware who are preparing to ship out, yup, teared up.  This guy is, admittedly, a bit verbose, but he's passionate, he's smart and he seems like a good person.  Obama is the same way.  I believe Obama when he talks about his kids, his wife, this country and his passion for it.  I don't believe McCain.  He is blinded by ambitions and has been every step of the way.  He's never taken things seriously.  Everything is about image, ever since he was a young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama has the best interests of our country at heart and he's more than qualified, he's the best man for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like him or not, you can't deny he's better than McCain and he's what the country needs in 2008 and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7608011537519568323?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7608011537519568323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7608011537519568323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7608011537519568323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7608011537519568323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh-politics.html' title='Ugh, Politics'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SOZuShPUIgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iDISBwonXEY/s72-c/s-OBAMA-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-980258819543369630</id><published>2008-08-21T13:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:37:55.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This sounds real....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?af2c813e" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=11ed201165" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=11ed201165" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?af2c813e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Britney, I always knew you had no talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-980258819543369630?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/980258819543369630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=980258819543369630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/980258819543369630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/980258819543369630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-sounds-real.html' title='This sounds real....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-87865398487858460</id><published>2008-07-21T01:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:20:56.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where They've Got It Wrong:</title><content type='html'>The Republicans keep focusing on victory when they talk about the war.  About if we go with the Democrats, we'll have a loss, a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?  It's not about winning and losing!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;War is not a game!&lt;/span&gt;  I don't want a leader who is more concerned about winning than doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I could never vote for a Republican because their priorities are so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We're never gonna win the world/We're never gonna stop the war/We're never going to beat this if belief is what we're fighting for"  John Mayer - Belief&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid that's exactly what this is all about.  It's a black hole we'll never get out of if we keep voting in the Republicans.  McCain said he'd stay in this war indefinitely, and you know why?  Because he wants to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-87865398487858460?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/87865398487858460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=87865398487858460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/87865398487858460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/87865398487858460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-theyve-got-it-wrong.html' title='Where They&apos;ve Got It Wrong:'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-3369548461883777246</id><published>2008-07-15T01:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:16:43.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;A car uses 1.6 ounces of gas idling for one minute. Half an ounce is used to start the average automobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, you should shut your car off rather than leave it idling to conserve gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/31056983-3369548461883777246?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3369548461883777246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=3369548461883777246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3369548461883777246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3369548461883777246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-4360829503679352962</id><published>2008-07-11T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:13:43.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done</title><content type='html'>Are you serious?  You don't want to talk?  You have nothing to say to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you want to still be friends and yet you can't even look me in the eyes and apologize for the cruel things you said to me earlier, with the courage of the protection of an AIM conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stupid bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you didn't want to burn bridges -- too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-4360829503679352962?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4360829503679352962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=4360829503679352962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4360829503679352962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4360829503679352962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1793791717477695199</id><published>2008-07-07T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:14:18.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I do Instead of Focusing on my Homework</title><content type='html'>-- Watch horrible television and tell my friends about it in awkward AIM play-by-play: Bachelorette "After the Final Rose" edition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, no mole tonight, apparantly the bachelorette is over so we get to watch that crap instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that the mole is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:01 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah not much appealing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:01 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be fun to be on the bachelorette tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've never done the show with a person who wasn't previously rejected by the bachelor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's sexist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I think they just figure that people already know the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you have an instant audience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, except the bachelor is always random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats why they picked the backup QB for the bachelor too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go on the bachelor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he at least was KIND of known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:03 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, but the only one out of 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy is pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:05 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the main person usually just blatantly maneuvers to hook up with as many people as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which can be funny or sickening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;christine beckett 10:05 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly sickening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a surprise announcement -- it's either (a) she's preggers (b) they're already married or (c) they've broken up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like they never even pretend to date for even like 2 weeks afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awesome would a gay bachelor be??  do you think america is ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo, reunion with the runner up --- AWKWARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could make for a good series, america is nowhere near ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, PARTS of America arent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyd get protested like a motha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is NOT wearing an engagement ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nm, i just didn't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's asking awkward questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who "won" is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, the runner up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who "won" isn't on yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he comes out later and they have the announcement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what them ending it after the finale sounds like... "So what then, you were just on there to be seen and get your name out there in hollywood?" "well yeah" "No way, ME TOO! Let me know if you need a good agent, mine's the best." "Ok, see you later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's bitter... it's kinda awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, it seems real in that this guy is being such a dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ended up with the guy she gave the first impression rose too in the first ep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's kinda impressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww, old women catcalling the runner up and saying they love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll probably get laid like crazy off of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's playing the sensitive card, but he'll use the rejected thing to his advantage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she broke my heart, help make me whole again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh I already hate him and Ive never even seem the guy, just cause thats going to work SOOOO well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's pretty good looking too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho he has a kid, that would ruin it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like kids, but i'm too young to inherit someone's 7 year old child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldnt stop me necessarily, but itd be kind of awkward until working that out haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew, now it's last fall's bachelor and his girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just applauded the old bachelor's birthday, this crowd will cheer anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the surprise announcement!!  i will expect nothing less than an actual shocker or i will personally call ABC and ask for this hour back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe went idle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;10:37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:37 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, now it is just her... they are drawing this out soooo long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the host guy says "awesome" one more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awk, PDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the host is uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are selling this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:41 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, people just started like making out in the middle of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:42 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no tongue, but tight embrace and lots of kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:42 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:42 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she keeps looking at him with this grin and they keep kissing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it might be real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the host just threatened to "hose them down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:42 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like one of those annoying couples on the T, greeeeeeaaaatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:42 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are sickeningly sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little jealous, mostly ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:47 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats the big deal then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:48 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, now we're watching the proposal and their confessionals pre proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for the big announcement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she better be pregnant or dying at this point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:48 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:49 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she's crying cuz she's sooo happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they keep kissing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national tv has got to be the most obnoxious form of PDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, I already hate them. just from this play-by-play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, I mean in public can be bad, this is across the GENERAL public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:53 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, now they're hugging their families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy's dad said "how do you know you're in love?  you'll know inside -- he knows inside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANOTHER COMMERCIAL BREAK BEFORE THE ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they didn't have Grey's Anatomy, i might boycott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, thats what you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for watching pap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, another reason there wont be a gay bachelor anytime soon is BECAUSE its abc, theyre very squeamish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean its also the company that owns disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:54 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, have you seen brothers and sisters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin is constantly making out with his now husband and they had them get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the answer to this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC is pretty progressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big announcement is that they've set a date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for NEXT may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's so not a "huge announcement"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, once youre engaged isnt that like the next thing that HAS to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:56 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isn't it always a year pretty much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's May 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:57 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless its one of the weird ones that they let sit for like 4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:57 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if this one will be televised like the next one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, cuz they need it -- ABC is sending them to santorini for their honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they already got a free ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and she's crying again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha -- i just realized -- May 9, that's SWEEPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sooo going to be televised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 10:58 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god I dont follow these things, I already hate both of them and that seems like itd be SUCH a let down as "news"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 10:59 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i'm bitter i just watched that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;joe 11:00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet what are the odds you end up watching the next one heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;christine beckett 11:00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even watch a single ep of this season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got tricked into watching the "after the final rose" ep&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div 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Homework'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-8170739888988634519</id><published>2008-07-07T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:53:23.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Heart Part 2</title><content type='html'>People being my wedding date so I don't look like a sad, sad, bridesmaid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-8170739888988634519?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-9204199200532337402</id><published>2008-07-07T13:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:16:18.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Heart</title><content type='html'>Dan Hopper and bestweekever.tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt (this is a screen shot from my computer):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SHJdOuvHDGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lKBEHsZwtiQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SHJdOuvHDGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lKBEHsZwtiQ/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220337425721003106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SHJcatFjfYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iF-THTmb598/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-9204199200532337402?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/9204199200532337402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=9204199200532337402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/9204199200532337402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/9204199200532337402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-i-heart.html' title='Things I Heart'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SHJdOuvHDGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lKBEHsZwtiQ/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1835919557242443839</id><published>2008-07-01T17:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:42:15.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update Before Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Life has been stressful lately, to say the least.  These past and upcoming few weeks are insane because of job interviews, homework and family/friend committments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when all is said and done, there are some simple pleasures that make me smile while I tear out my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/at_f98qOGY0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/at_f98qOGY0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1835919557242443839?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1835919557242443839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1835919557242443839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1835919557242443839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1835919557242443839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-update-before-back-to-work.html' title='Quick Update Before Back to Work'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7169217917847637783</id><published>2008-06-17T17:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:06:22.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Makes Me Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SFg1PYDBBjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SmOmaiOQZPI/s1600-h/obama-button0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SFg1PYDBBjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SmOmaiOQZPI/s400/obama-button0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212975106950759986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Texas Republicans, and this pretty much sums up why.  Gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7169217917847637783?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7169217917847637783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7169217917847637783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7169217917847637783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7169217917847637783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-makes-me-sick.html' title='This Makes Me Sick'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SFg1PYDBBjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SmOmaiOQZPI/s72-c/obama-button0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6579534480190119574</id><published>2008-06-09T14:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:00:19.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>This is a new segment of my blog I hope will become a recurring thing where I pose a WTF question and you can either agree that it's weird/freaky/awkward etc. or you can post possible answers in the comments (all 2 of you readers!)  here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF happened to Melissa Joan Hart's eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LFaOdY_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/41qlpc0T4yA/s1600-h/sabrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LFaOdY_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/41qlpc0T4yA/s320/sabrina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209973268993106930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LBP1M_vI/AAAAAAAAANY/GHlTmRivaos/s1600-h/clarissa_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LBP1M_vI/AAAAAAAAANY/GHlTmRivaos/s320/clarissa_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209973197483343602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LBFHi4rI/AAAAAAAAANg/D2Yk2pU5YqM/s1600-h/clarissaexplainsitall_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LBFHi4rI/AAAAAAAAANg/D2Yk2pU5YqM/s320/clarissaexplainsitall_240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209973194607485618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LBa-770I/AAAAAAAAANw/pKxLAkIYAyw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LBa-770I/AAAAAAAAANw/pKxLAkIYAyw/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209973200476958530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LAqFP8qI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BPS-xHcC684/s1600-h/2525178253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LAqFP8qI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BPS-xHcC684/s320/2525178253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209973187350098594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LBYE4f5I/AAAAAAAAANo/Ds2AgJe4dK4/s1600-h/melissa-joan-hart-us-premiere-if-harry-potter-and-the-order-of-the-phoenix-Dpcm2v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LBYE4f5I/AAAAAAAAANo/Ds2AgJe4dK4/s320/melissa-joan-hart-us-premiere-if-harry-potter-and-the-order-of-the-phoenix-Dpcm2v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209973199696592786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, she's got a droopy eyelid, but she did not have it in her Clarissa days, and I'm pretty sure not in her Sabrina days.  I don't think it was pregnancy because I think she had the droopy eye before the first kid.  Did she get hit with something?  That's what happened to Stewart Scott (ESPN).  It's very distracting to see while watching her horrible Lifetime and WE movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it's been bothering me for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6579534480190119574?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6579534480190119574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6579534480190119574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6579534480190119574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6579534480190119574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/06/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SE2LFaOdY_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/41qlpc0T4yA/s72-c/sabrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-484963294823205085</id><published>2008-06-05T20:38:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:58:55.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Diary: Game 1 NBA Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEiYK4enXmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/f4ajj3n7JTQ/s1600-h/larry-and-magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEiYK4enXmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/f4ajj3n7JTQ/s320/larry-and-magic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208580281780887138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Celtics fan, as a disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:39 p.m. -- (I'm posting times for two reasons, to prove I am updating this several times and because Blogger's time is sometimes way off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first quarter just ended, Celtics 23 Lakers 21.  It's a bit too close for comfort.  Also, I'm very annoyed.  Not at the play or the officiating, thought I would rather we be up 45-0... I'm annoyed at the announcers.  I'm always annoyed at announcers, but especially when they can't stop talking about how frickin' awesome the other team is.  During the Cleveland series, I was considering going to the garden just to kill the announcers if I heard one more time about how amazing Lebron was... ANYWAY, back to my point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they ever talk about is how Kobe is this and Kobe is that (essentially he's a god if I'm understanding them properly).  Now, I'll admit, he's good... however, I read the documents from the rape case.  And yes, he was acquitted, but he was acquitted because he was Kobe and his lawyers successfully turned the victim into a depressed, money-grubbing whore in the eyes of the jury.  Seriously people, I read the documents.  KOBE CONCEDES THE FACT THAT THE GIRL INITIALLY SAID NO AND THEN &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HE PUT HIS HAND AROUND HER THROAT&lt;/span&gt; AND GOT RIGHT IN HER FACE IN AN EFFORT TO PERSUADE HER OTHERWISE.  After that, he says she consented.  But seriously, if a large, black man put his hand around my throat and then got in my face and told me to have sex with him, i'd spread 'em too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this: Kobe is a sketchy dude, why is the NBA marketing him as the face of the league?  He should be in jail and the only reason he isn't is because of sketchy tactics and his fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of the end of this rant, the second quarter has started and the  score is now Celtics 29, Lakers 24 and Cassell is now playing.  He's an alien and a ball hog, but he just scored, so whatev.   Back at the half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:52 p.m. -- I had to come back earlier...hehe, look what i found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEiYKsvcTpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JPixiZfGC0k/s1600-h/sam_cassell_alien.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEiYKsvcTpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JPixiZfGC0k/s320/sam_cassell_alien.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208580278630239890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:22 -- So it's halftime, Lakers 51, Celtics 46 and I have a few thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Garden is practically s i l e n t    how is this possible??? allowed??? This is what happens when you jack up the price of tickets and give half away to business bigwigs: home court advantage is gone.  I went to Game 2 of the Atlanta series.  Far less important and a much worse team and the Garden was deafening every time Atlanta got the ball, and this lasted the ENTIRE game!  How is it silent right now???  Unacceptable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I now officially hate ABC.  Going to commercial break in the 2nd quarter, they had the balls to play out to the music of the song "I love LA."  Seriously???  I don't know if that's the song's actual name, but song literally says "I love LA."  Now, to their credit, they cut it off before it said "LA," but I'm not stupid, I know that song.  Fuck you, ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnovers: not okay.  The Celtics have too many, and as much as I love him, too many by Rajon Rondo.  And now I have to listen to this Lakers lovefest on the halftime show.... back to my rant.  There are too many turnovers, too many missed shots, too many fouls, and too many missed rebounds.  We are a bigger team than the Lakers, there is no reason why we should be missing rebounds.  We need to stop assuming the ball is going in and have some people under the net to pick up the miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for my rant for now, but trust me, I'll have more, especially if we continue to lose.  I hope Doc wakes the troops up (oh, God, depending on Doc)... Geez, Stewart Scott just gave a stat saying that everytime Phil Jackson's Lakers have gone up 1-0 in the Finals, they've won the series... shoot me, we better win or I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an in-game photo courtesy of Reuters and Boston.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEigRJZdSNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0KMMMUVrdKE/s1600-h/1212718135_4923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEigRJZdSNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0KMMMUVrdKE/s320/1212718135_4923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208589185494894802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if this photo is what I think it is, Ray passes it between those two guys to Rondo and then Rondo misses the dunk.... of course, they called a foul and Rondo hit both shots, but still, annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:48 -- Paul Pierce is hurt, and by the looks and bleeped out sounds of it, it's not good.  He couldn't even leave the court without the help of a wheelchair.  He's gotta be out of the rest of this game, if not the series, sooooo, game over, series over.  This sucks, I hate LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lovely and terrifying shot, and no, the net is not on him (I originally was like, huh?  It's just the angle of the  shot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEirPFKm0NI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9sKVjaZMRI8/s1600-h/1212721289_1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEirPFKm0NI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9sKVjaZMRI8/s320/1212721289_1017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208601244627030226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:55 -- Out on a wheelchair, 5 minutes later, out skipping.  And now he's about to come back int the game and we're back in the lead by 1 (with another free throw for the Celtics coming after the timeout).  I am so confused, and relieved.  And the crowd is back in it, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:12 -- End of third quarter Celtics 77, Lakers 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEirPb2tOvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5-zxveO9zlQ/s1600-h/nba_a_garnett1_sw_412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEirPb2tOvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5-zxveO9zlQ/s320/nba_a_garnett1_sw_412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208601250717580018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A much better quarter, especially considering half our team is playing on crutches.  I'd still like less fouls (Pierce has 4 alone, and you're out after 6).  My comments after this quarter are much like previous, except more optimistic.  I just hope we can hold on and nobody fouls out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:28 -- GET SAM CASSELL THE ALIEN OFF THE COURT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:38 -- A couple minutes ago, Ray Allen dribbled the ball off his foot.  How does that happen in the NBA?  I suck at basketball and yet, when I do play, I have never done that.  We are finding incredible ways to try and give this game away.  However, Sam Cassel is finally on the bench, I better not see that alien on the court again (how great was that photo I found?).  Additionally, we are up by 6 (thought a free throw for the Lakers is on the way).  Little more than 3 minutes left.  I hope I can end this post on a happy note (please!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:54 -- CELTICS WIN! CELTICS WIN!  Celtics 98, Lakers 88... This is very exciting!  Pierce was carried off the court and came back a few minutes later and just dominated.  I hope we can keep this up and thankfully there isn't a game again until Sunday, so Pierce will be better.  This was very impressive, mostly because for the most part, I think we played terribly.  We had our moments, but there were a lot of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat LA!  Beat LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEi1j2E3Z0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/KogQkiKh9AQ/s1600-h/nba_a_pierce2_412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEi1j2E3Z0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/KogQkiKh9AQ/s320/nba_a_pierce2_412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208612596469950274" 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/31056983-484963294823205085?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/484963294823205085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=484963294823205085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/484963294823205085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/484963294823205085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/06/running-diary-game-1-nba-finals.html' title='Running Diary: Game 1 NBA Finals'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEiYK4enXmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/f4ajj3n7JTQ/s72-c/larry-and-magic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1856149935541072430</id><published>2008-06-05T17:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:21:15.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note...</title><content type='html'>I added the link to my Mexico &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;webshots&lt;/span&gt;, but like everything in my life, it was thrown together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hurriedly&lt;/span&gt; and it's a bit incomplete.  It's missing a few shots because I edited some on iPhoto and they didn't transfer, but the missing photos are in the facebook album, so if you're my "friend" you can check those out there  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1856149935541072430?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1856149935541072430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1856149935541072430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1856149935541072430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1856149935541072430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/06/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1463918925309850393</id><published>2008-06-04T19:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:19:46.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm All Talk and No Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was all about how much I was going to post after Mexico and give full updates and all that crap and it just did not happen.  Life is busy, that's what happened instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mexico was amazing, duh.  Check out some moments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcuznKbwfI/AAAAAAAAALs/6xdcBa9ubHg/s1600-h/CIMG4888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcuznKbwfI/AAAAAAAAALs/6xdcBa9ubHg/s320/CIMG4888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208182958298218994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcu0juHSyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bao208JY2QU/s1600-h/CIMG4918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcu0juHSyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bao208JY2QU/s320/CIMG4918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208182974554000162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcu04MP_-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZkjRFZ3HNUE/s1600-h/CIMG5033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcu04MP_-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZkjRFZ3HNUE/s320/CIMG5033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208182980049108962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcu1Ai0pAI/AAAAAAAAAME/8U1T7IwBLIk/s1600-h/CIMG5065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcu1Ai0pAI/AAAAAAAAAME/8U1T7IwBLIk/s320/CIMG5065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208182982291268610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcu1bYokGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3gU1Zrjy32U/s1600-h/CIMG5097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcu1bYokGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3gU1Zrjy32U/s320/CIMG5097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208182989496291426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeee&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was nice to be home afterward too, though.  I missed my family and I needed time to do absolutely nothing, even sunbathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At home I slept, watched TV, read, did a day of substitute teaching at Triton, and shopped with my mom.  We bought a dress for the wedding I'm going to in August and it's &lt;/span&gt;soooooo&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; gorgeous.  Seriously, I hate dresses and I love this dress.  I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since then, I've been back and Boston and trying to get back in the swing of things, back in school.  My new classes are &lt;/span&gt;ok&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  Professional Responsibility is terrible.  It is so boring.  I get it: be ethical, don't be an ass, do we have to spend this much time talking about our feelings.  Ugh.  Evidence isn't bad, but it's 8 am, &lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  I like Negotiation and Sports Law.  I haven't decided on International Law yet.  I know I should take it, I just don't know how interesting it's going to be.  The actual class is a little tedious, but the reading is so far okay.  We shall find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Upcoming events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Red Sox 6/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wedding Shower 6/14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DJ's Graduation party 6/28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wedding Shower 6/29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Allison's Graduation Party 7/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Camping 7/12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finals starting 8/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wedding 8/16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Busy summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1463918925309850393?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1463918925309850393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1463918925309850393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1463918925309850393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1463918925309850393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-all-talk-and-no-action.html' title='I&apos;m All Talk and No Action'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SEcuznKbwfI/AAAAAAAAALs/6xdcBa9ubHg/s72-c/CIMG4888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5622367025423926904</id><published>2008-05-06T02:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:09:29.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Box</title><content type='html'>I didn't really talk about my birthday celebration from a few weeks ago because it's kind of a hard thing to explain.  There were all the necessary thing: friends, music, alcohol.  There was much more though, I had people come from out of state and from next door and it was just a lot of fun.  You never realize how much you depended on people and how much you miss them until they're back, even if it is just for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my desire to avoid studying for finals (1 down and 2 to go... then: MEXICO)... I made a montage with a photo of Katy, the box and me from my birthday (on the left) with a couple photos from our box escapade in Syracuse last April.  Miss the 'Cuse, miss her, good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SCACn2BD6VI/AAAAAAAAALk/4BNWSj3TQ3I/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SCACn2BD6VI/AAAAAAAAALk/4BNWSj3TQ3I/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197156853523671378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need to get out and visit people more.  I visited John and Micah in Scranton last month and that was so much fun, even though it left me with a man voice.  I need to go places!  I'm hoping to make it to NYC this summer to see people, especially Willa and Sovy.  I might even make that trip to coincide with Thomas' visit -- if he goes.  We definitely need to see each other...  I need to convince him to give up on the whole "living in Texas" thing.  Also, Jenny has been making rumblings about coming here and I hope that happens, it's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 1 year since I graduated college and I'm 2 finals away from being done with the hardest year of my life: the first year of law school.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything is falling into place, let's see if I can keep holding onto the pieces for just a bit longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-5622367025423926904?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5622367025423926904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5622367025423926904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5622367025423926904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5622367025423926904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/05/ode-to-box.html' title='Ode to a Box'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SCACn2BD6VI/AAAAAAAAALk/4BNWSj3TQ3I/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7193400995994164659</id><published>2008-05-02T02:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:14:25.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SBq-92BD6UI/AAAAAAAAALc/lIqS_y6Mq_U/s1600-h/frustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SBq-92BD6UI/AAAAAAAAALc/lIqS_y6Mq_U/s400/frustration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195675089806551362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There is nothing more frustrating to me than being so tired you cannot function, and yet not able to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't have insomnia... I just have a screwed up sleep schedule where I'm sleeping too late in the morning and wearing myself out and yet, my body isn't ready to shut down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hate being up at 3 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;blarg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7193400995994164659?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7193400995994164659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7193400995994164659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7193400995994164659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7193400995994164659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/05/grrr.html' title='Grrr'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SBq-92BD6UI/AAAAAAAAALc/lIqS_y6Mq_U/s72-c/frustration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-547171272212135941</id><published>2008-04-28T18:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:40:17.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready for Some Crazy Shit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, on Nightline, I saw this thing on Scientology and on these former members and their website, exscientologykids.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I then went to this site, where they do into detail about one of the big reveals for members when they've reached a certain level.  The get to read this material on the truth of the universe and some crap.  It's effing nuts... here's an excerpt (they explain on the site that it's not the exact reading, but their own synopsis):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This may be really difficult for lower-level Scientologists to believe, but here goes: In the OT3 materials basically say that 75 million years ago, an evil being named Xenu decided to solve a population problem on his galactic colony by exiling a bunch of people to Earth. Xenu then did a ton of horrible things to these people, like drugging them, placing their bodies around a volcano, and blowing them up with H-bombs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But that really only took care of the physical problem - Xenu didn't just want the bodies gone, he wanted to make sure the 'thetans' (spirits / souls) of those people didn't come back and reincarnate on his colony. So when the souls started leaving the bodies, he captured the souls and forced them into a huge implant station that was kind of like a movie theatre. There, he made them watch movies that 'implanted' them with false pictures of Christ, and other historical events that Hubbard says didn't actually happen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The souls were so screwed up from this implanting that they roamed aimlessly around Earth for millions of years. When human beings started evolving, the thetans started entering their bodies and inhabiting them, and thus these thetans are called 'body thetans'. And body thetans, says Hubbard, are the source of all human misery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But that's just the theory portion of OT3. The practical portion of OT3 involves getting rid of these body thetans. The PC uses the Emeter to locate body thetans that are stuck to his body, and talk to them, auditing them until they blow (go away).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Craaaaaazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-547171272212135941?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/547171272212135941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=547171272212135941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/547171272212135941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/547171272212135941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-ready-for-some-crazy-shit.html' title='Get Ready for Some Crazy Shit...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5186627132484924999</id><published>2008-04-24T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:42:36.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got to be Kidding Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SBFhFGBD6TI/AAAAAAAAALU/QrX_SU9s76g/s1600-h/bush_head2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SBFhFGBD6TI/AAAAAAAAALU/QrX_SU9s76g/s320/bush_head2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193038585477196082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I wasn't already in a fight with Catholicism... Bush is considering converting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-5186627132484924999?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5186627132484924999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5186627132484924999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5186627132484924999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5186627132484924999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/youve-got-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='You&apos;ve Got to be Kidding Me...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SBFhFGBD6TI/AAAAAAAAALU/QrX_SU9s76g/s72-c/bush_head2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-8171536345220586406</id><published>2008-04-17T16:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:59:17.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Show</title><content type='html'>I know the blog community has long been awaiting the announcement of my favorite show (humor me), so without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SAiM2Zvrf_I/AAAAAAAAALM/VGpSjMoghZw/s1600-h/mother2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SAiM2Zvrf_I/AAAAAAAAALM/VGpSjMoghZw/s320/mother2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190553436796190706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/"&gt;How I Met &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/"&gt;Your Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of runner ups (I might have a problem), including 30 Rock, Lost, Grey's Anatomy, Eli Stone, Gossip Girl, Dexter, One Tree Hill, and plenty of others no longer on the air, but no show brings me as much joy as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny, it's very original, it's got a lot of heart, and they have yet to sell out.  They have some of my favorite actors on the show too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;, can you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doogie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Howser&lt;/span&gt;?  I also adore Alyson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hannigan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bright spot to the show is its writing: fantastic.  In addition to the show, they also have great web features on CBS.com, including "Barney's Blog" which is great.  If you don't watch the show, you won't really get it, but it's hysterical.  Once a week, after the show, they post to the blog something relevant to Barney's storyline this week, it's in the same voice as the character Barney and it's just a whole new dimension to his messed up world.  Love it  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the blog and if you go to the link above, you can watch the most recent episode, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; you do, especially because they need more viewers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/community/barney_blog/index.php"&gt;Barney's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-8171536345220586406?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8171536345220586406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=8171536345220586406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8171536345220586406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8171536345220586406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-show.html' title='My Favorite Show'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SAiM2Zvrf_I/AAAAAAAAALM/VGpSjMoghZw/s72-c/mother2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1106823167648276979</id><published>2008-04-14T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:06:41.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing Off My BJ Skills</title><content type='html'>Don't Be Dirty!  It's a video I made for law school... showing off my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;roadcast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ournalism skills, sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a very, very exciting and fascinating video about recidivism and housing for ex-offenders.  Get rrrrrready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ig5hYs47oTU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ig5hYs47oTU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1106823167648276979?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1106823167648276979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1106823167648276979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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commercial on TV for Botox Cosmetics using the song "Express Yourself" when using Botox paralyzes your face so you cannot show emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6211188418835632379?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6211188418835632379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6211188418835632379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6211188418835632379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6211188418835632379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-irony.html' title='Oh, Irony'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5108997250237013331</id><published>2008-03-13T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:18:51.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QedgzsjouXU&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QedgzsjouXU&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-5108997250237013331?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5108997250237013331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5108997250237013331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5108997250237013331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5108997250237013331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-him.html' title='Love Him'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-3747575990234345423</id><published>2008-03-07T00:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:44:42.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Explaining My Endorsement of an Obama/Edwards Ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A senator was once quoted about signing a war authorization paper as saying, "there was no excuse, we all can read." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- That's not a direct quote, I don't have it actually in front of me, but that's the gist.  Basically, what's being said, was yes, this war is a disaster and we shouldn't have allowed it and for Congress to claim it didn't know what it was signing is inexcusable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what.  That senator wasn't talking about Iraq -- Vietnman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know this isn't new, the parallels have been drawn a billion times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bring this up now because someone is trying to be president based on the "i didn't know what I was signing" excuse. *cough* hillary *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R9DTRBsw-AI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vx1mperccEE/s1600-h/Scary+Hillary+Clinton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R9DTRBsw-AI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vx1mperccEE/s320/Scary+Hillary+Clinton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174868261316130818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, that picture makes me laugh... anywho, back to my rant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so people ask me why I dislike (hate) hillary so much, so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate that because I'm a woman I'm suppose to like her.  If you hate her, you're sexist supposedly, but I think it's just as sexist to say you should like her because she's a woman and she could be the first woman president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- For the record, I've dreamed about the first woman president since I was a little girl, and if it turns out to be Hillary, I will be so, so disappointed.  I always thought electing a woman would be this new wave, because a woman would be able to rise above all the male political bullshit, but she's worse than most...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The main reason I hate her however, is the war excuse.  She does this all the time!  She votes with the wave of public opinion, and not before that opinion is made abundantly clear.  Some may say that's a sign of political savvyness, but I think it's cowardice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And on the "I didn't know I was authorizing war" BULLSHIT.  I've read the Iraq authorization.  It's abundantly clear what was going to happen by signing that.  While it does authorize Bush to use diplomacy, it point-blank authorizes the use of military force.  And, P.S., the president doesn't need Congress' permission to use diplomacy.  That authorization is for war, without using the actual word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, unless she uses the same excuse on a two-page document that a Senator said was unacceptable 40 years ago about the Gulf of Tonkin resolution, then she's full of crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a result, she's either a liar, or incompetent.  Either way, I want nothing to do with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-3747575990234345423?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3747575990234345423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=3747575990234345423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3747575990234345423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3747575990234345423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-explaining-my-endorsement-of.html' title='Finally Explaining My Endorsement of an Obama/Edwards Ticket'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R9DTRBsw-AI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vx1mperccEE/s72-c/Scary+Hillary+Clinton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-2135699546605230298</id><published>2008-02-21T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:39:53.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason why Catholicism and I are in a fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000'codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0'width='320'height='270'id='yfop'&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always' /&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='flashvars' value='id=6497532' /&gt;&lt;embed	src='http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf' width='320' height='270' name='yfop' allowScriptAccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' flashvars='id=6497532' /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-2135699546605230298?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2135699546605230298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=2135699546605230298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2135699546605230298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2135699546605230298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-reason-why-catholicism-and-i.html' title='Another reason why Catholicism and I are in a fight'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-8558630940201034389</id><published>2008-02-16T02:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:21:29.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R7aOxf-gM1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ohom6rt39y4/s1600-h/seasons_life2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R7aOxf-gM1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ohom6rt39y4/s400/seasons_life2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167474603502613330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this recurring dream where I meet the "man of my dreams" -- he tends to be blurry, go figure.  Anyway, whenever I meet him, my mouth is full.  Either it's liquid, and I open my mouth to speak and it all falls out, or I'm chewing and I can't get words out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream, in my mind, has only two possible interpretations.  Either I'm going to sleep hungry and/or thirsty every night I have this dream, OR, the more likely explanation.  I'm terrified of actually meeting Mr. Blurry Face because then I'd have to actually be vulnerable and tell someone those fears and be open to being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sharing this?  I don't know.  Maybe it's because yesterday was Valentines (or at this point, 2 days ago).  Or maybe it's all the stupid lovey-dovey crap that's been on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read on this dream interpretation site that recurring dreams are "message dreams" and they keep repeating until you get the message.  Is it warning me?  I'm a going to meet someone and my subconscious is warning me so I don't screw it up?  Can my dream please be clearer about what I'm supposed to do?  Maybe, make the guy a little less blurry, so when I see him, I can quickly swallow whatever's in my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sick of having this dream.  I can do the single thing, I've been doing it for 22 years, but the dreams just started a few months ago.  I want them to stop, it's annoying.  I mean, can't I be less awkward in my subconscious, it's not fair to make me retarded in both realms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- image courtesy of www.easy-dream-interpretation.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-8558630940201034389?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8558630940201034389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=8558630940201034389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8558630940201034389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8558630940201034389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fc0b1f3e7458abf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330176282%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D169E9CC156D79C40BEC0FF47CB05F6C1B25D9285.7C87B1EFA61B76CFE1269E6A1B643A12777F1B2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fc0b1f3e7458abf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpi67n029kqxvYNOtvuepyGYoTfs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fc0b1f3e7458abf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330176282%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D169E9CC156D79C40BEC0FF47CB05F6C1B25D9285.7C87B1EFA61B76CFE1269E6A1B643A12777F1B2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fc0b1f3e7458abf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpi67n029kqxvYNOtvuepyGYoTfs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all soon be sorry I learned how to do this... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry i look like shit... it's 2 a.m., give me a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-3752544504324786783?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3fc0b1f3e7458abf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3752544504324786783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=3752544504324786783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3752544504324786783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3752544504324786783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-technology-bad-idea.html' title='New Technology = Bad Idea'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6647276899856241427</id><published>2008-02-11T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:38:54.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I found another one...</title><content type='html'>Seriously, i heart postsecret.  It makes me feel better about my life and/or makes me kinda teary because some of these secrets are so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaMYumr5nA8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaMYumr5nA8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6647276899856241427?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6647276899856241427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6647276899856241427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6647276899856241427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6647276899856241427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-found-another-one.html' title='I found another one...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1413455665066836351</id><published>2008-02-11T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:32:19.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines... eh</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day has never been a big holiday in my life, in fact, i'm stuck between not wanting a relationship because it's too much hassle and wanting to be in love.  I've never been in love, so it's really this big idealized perfect world in my head that the logical (i.e. cynical) side of me says is stupid and unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, this is an interesting video.  I heart PostSecret.  They came to Northeastern last week, but I couldn't go because I had the plague.  Boo that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzq3srbYEUY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzq3srbYEUY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1413455665066836351?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1413455665066836351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1413455665066836351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1413455665066836351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1413455665066836351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-eh.html' title='Valentines... eh'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-8770786242172813654</id><published>2008-02-08T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:13:08.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Famous Brother...</title><content type='html'>I am a huge tomboy and I love to read Bill Simmon's sports colomn on ESPN.com because he's funny and he's a Boston fan.  Today I read it and it was a mailbag edition, which I enjoy because his readers also tend to be amusing (at least the ones chosen for publication).  I read this one and it reminded me soooo much of my brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So ... yeah. I manage a bar in Boston, and after the worst Boston sports moment since 2003, the phone began to ring ... a total of 11 calls came in from random people in New York, 411-ing bars in Boston to heckle us. One of the bartenders is from Chicago, and she was completely perplexed. I simply explained, "This is why we hate New York so much." She nodded and said, "Now I see." I don't care how awful Boston sports fans can be, have any of us ever 411-ed New York bars? No, we simply roll cars with New York plates onto their roofs.&lt;br /&gt;-- Matt B., Boston&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even has the right first name and last initial and job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called me brother and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; him.  And it's totally my favorite mail of the column.  I knew there was a reason I worshipped him as a child!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-8770786242172813654?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8770786242172813654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=8770786242172813654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8770786242172813654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8770786242172813654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-famous-brother.html' title='My Famous Brother...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5319646151468298483</id><published>2008-01-24T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:40:31.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People Suck!</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to extrapolate on the title of the post, I think examples will only prove to infuriate me more, and it really gets my point across in a succinct way.  That statement goes for both group work partners and money hungry asshole photographers who won't leave poor Michelle Williams and the rest of those close to Heath Ledger alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R5kuwIC39vI/AAAAAAAAAK0/S63RL9NxkKY/s1600-h/heath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R5kuwIC39vI/AAAAAAAAAK0/S63RL9NxkKY/s400/heath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159206252457752306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heath was one of those great actors you don't forget.  His charisma and talen shone brightly, even in a campy teen movie like 10 Things I Hate About You.  That movie and A Knight's Tale made me fall in love and movies like The Patriot, Monster's Ball, and Brokeback Mountain made me respect him.  I even forgave him for Casanova, which was crap.  Just a few weeks ago I was talking to my brother about my anticipation for Batman.  I was nervous because I didn't want the creepy character to ruin my romantic image of him.  Now I have to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for the reflecting.  A quick recap to this entry... The vast majority of people suck, just not Heath Ledger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-5319646151468298483?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5319646151468298483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5319646151468298483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5319646151468298483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5319646151468298483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/people-suck.html' title='People Suck!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R5kuwIC39vI/AAAAAAAAAK0/S63RL9NxkKY/s72-c/heath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7577767887764321508</id><published>2008-01-18T12:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:13:56.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kh10H3rY0pk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kh10H3rY0pk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that we can be 18-0 after this weekend and then, after Februray, be 19-0 and Champs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least it gets my mind off of homework and the writer's strike that's left me with shitty TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got to 18-0.... blarg! stupid Giants!  and stupid mainstream media for their collective rejoicing and blarg to the ProBowl fans who booed my boys.  Stop hating America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7577767887764321508?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7577767887764321508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7577767887764321508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7577767887764321508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7577767887764321508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-4307829795480485376</id><published>2008-01-03T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:56:45.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2008!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite presents, other than my dustbuster (don't judge), was my desk calendar my mother got that counts down the days until Bush is gone, it even goes until next Jan 20, day zero.  The count stands at 382 if you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big news today is the beginning of the political season with the Iowa Caucus and, here are the results.  Of course, they're not official, but CNN has predicted the winners, and let's assume they're right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dems:  Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R32fcr5r0dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9M6Eo23H5GI/s1600-h/Barack+Obama+Official+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R32fcr5r0dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9M6Eo23H5GI/s320/Barack+Obama+Official+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151448863951540690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Comments:  I kind of like him.  I haven't really done my good kid research, but I like that he's "the new kid" and yet I worry about his experience.  I tend to ignore the experience problem because that's all we hear from the opposition, so it makes me think that that may be the only problem, and it's probably being exaggerated.  Besides, I hate Hillary and I think he has some good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reps:  Mike Huckabee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R32fc75r0eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/L7109wnbLfM/s1600-h/huck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R32fc75r0eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/L7109wnbLfM/s320/huck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151448868246508002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Comments:  I hate him.  He's a bigot and an uber-religious, former obese, father of obese children freak.  I think it's a bad sign if the first family is fat, I think it sends the wrong message.  I hate that he openly condemns gay people and he's everything wrong with Republicans and the worst part is, he's not the worst one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada here I come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to New Hampshire next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-4307829795480485376?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/4307829795480485376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=4307829795480485376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4307829795480485376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/4307829795480485376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-2008.html' title='It&apos;s 2008!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/R32fcr5r0dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9M6Eo23H5GI/s72-c/Barack+Obama+Official+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7811755206912583811</id><published>2007-12-21T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:25:18.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The 80's...</title><content type='html'>fun times, people, we need to embrace the awesomeness of this video from 1985. Ignore the fact that they're vowing to beat the Bears 100-3 when they actually lost by one of the most lopsided scores of, i think, 45-10. Close to that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INBayZpjeSY&amp;amp;rel=" border="1" width="425" height="373" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part: when the one patriots player threatens to lynch the Bears. Classic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7811755206912583811?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7811755206912583811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7811755206912583811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7811755206912583811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7811755206912583811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-80s.html' title='Oh, The 80&apos;s...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-3934948464824799756</id><published>2007-12-05T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:43:25.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Repeal Day, Everybody!</title><content type='html'>Take a look at what could have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpjfPDxLANc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpjfPDxLANc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-3934948464824799756?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3934948464824799756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=3934948464824799756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3934948464824799756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3934948464824799756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-repeal-day-everybody.html' title='Happy Repeal Day, Everybody!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-8865878577810121993</id><published>2007-12-03T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:19:47.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Warning...</title><content type='html'>As of Saturday, December 8, I am not allowed to talk to anyone.  It's a rule I'm enstating now, so if I try and contact anyone, yell at me (or type your IM in all Caps, it gets the point across).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes end this week and next week is all reading days and then finals start the 14th (i think).  It's the end of next week.  I also have a test on the 17th and 19th.  These tests are very important, so I'm trying to limit my internet and tv watching during that period as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To repeat, I will but unreachable from December 8 until December 19 at around 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take offense, and seriously, scold me if you see me on AIM or doing something on Facebook.  I should be studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-8865878577810121993?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8865878577810121993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=8865878577810121993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8865878577810121993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8865878577810121993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-warning.html' title='Just a Warning...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5293257148220540903</id><published>2007-12-02T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:51:28.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST SHOW EVER!</title><content type='html'>I loved this show when I was little.  I wanted to be a purple parrot so bad (i loved purple).  I would of kicked ass and you know it.  Don't get me started on how dumb some of this kids are and how is it possible that they always get stuck in the shrine of the silver monkey??? There are only 3 pieces, it is not that hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get started, all the love must go to Nickelodeon for making childhood awesome.  The early to mid '90s was the golden age of tv for kids.  Just wanted to get that out there to cover my ass.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjtP0lFXpuY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjtP0lFXpuY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w65pT7tEtCM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w65pT7tEtCM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9zkMH1KThOQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9zkMH1KThOQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-5293257148220540903?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5293257148220540903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5293257148220540903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5293257148220540903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5293257148220540903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-show-ever.html' title='BEST SHOW EVER!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-9160515774683292513</id><published>2007-11-28T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:36:22.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Things:</title><content type='html'>1.  I'm really excited that I now know how to post youtube videos.  Not that I actively "didn't know," i just never tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I got the video in the previous entry off of bestweekever.tv which is my fave website ever.  Big "shout out" to them.... wow, that was so 1999 TRL of me.  Anywho, it's a Canadian PSA about kitchen safety or something and it's so completely disturbing.  Waaaaay more disturbing than the Japanese insurance commercial on Micah's blog....  SERIOUSLY, WATCH IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-9160515774683292513?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/9160515774683292513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=9160515774683292513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/9160515774683292513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/9160515774683292513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/11/2-things.html' title='2 Things:'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-6880160665263243243</id><published>2007-11-28T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:14:32.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/noFCekWiUGE&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/noFCekWiUGE&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-6880160665263243243?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/6880160665263243243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=6880160665263243243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6880160665263243243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/6880160665263243243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/11/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7520285450518973745</id><published>2007-11-14T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:30:50.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blarg!  Emotions!</title><content type='html'>I'm the quintessential happy person, I try not to let anything get me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I watch an old episode of 8 Simple Rules... --a show I never watched when it was new, mind you-- and I get emotional because John Ritter died, and that was so sad and in this ep he was talking about the future and being a dad.  It made me sad!  Not crying sad, but teared up a bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!  I need help.  I'm such a daddy's girl that that stuff gets me.  Don't worry, I annoy myself, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7520285450518973745?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7520285450518973745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7520285450518973745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7520285450518973745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7520285450518973745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/11/blarg-emotions.html' title='Blarg!  Emotions!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7060111426244173613</id><published>2007-11-13T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:09:59.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have lots of things going on in the next few weeks and yet, you know what I'm most looking forward to?  I'm getting my hair cut and highlighted next Wednesday.  Haha, it's so sad, but I'm still really excited.  My hair has been so unmanageable lately, and it's hit that awkward stage where it's not quite a bob, but not quite shoulder length and it looks all wonky straightened, but it's too short to do a decent ponytail.  Oh, and my bangs are wayyyyyyy too long.  It's been driving me crazy!  How am I supposed to find a boy if I look like shit??  haha, I'm also excited to see what color it comes out this time.  I always ask for red and darker brown, and it always comes out blonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh!  and my uncle passed the bar (go uncle louis!) so now he's a big time lawyer AND I GET ALL HIS STUDY GUIDES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Questions for my future:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do I buy Barrister Ball tickets?  Do I buy tickets for me and a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Should I say screw it and focus on the more important issue: finding a date for the wedding I'm in next September?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Additional news since the last visit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jen Coleman is amazing, and I had so much fun at her birthday party, pictures to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Patriots are AMAZING, duh, and Tommy might do the next Calvin Klein underwear ad, which proves that there is a God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's it for now, back to my paper.  I sooooo do not want to do finals, or the now announced week long LSSC pow-wow at the beginning of January.  Whatever, for the most part I love my group and had fun for Phil's b'day party tonight and the new Lawyering Fellow is a hot 2L, I think we'll manage :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RzqBt4bNCwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4by_EfokqfM/s1600-h/CIMG4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RzqBt4bNCwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4by_EfokqfM/s400/CIMG4248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132557350582684418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RzqBy4bNCxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VrUr67_-BEY/s1600-h/CIMG4310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RzqBy4bNCxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VrUr67_-BEY/s400/CIMG4310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132557436482030354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;More pictures are on the facebook.  See what I mean about the hair though?  Ugh, I hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7060111426244173613?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7060111426244173613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7060111426244173613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7060111426244173613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7060111426244173613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-life-is-sad.html' title='My life is Sad'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RzqBt4bNCwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4by_EfokqfM/s72-c/CIMG4248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-8658043347813852967</id><published>2007-10-30T23:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:20:37.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Believe It??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_55LQNKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0wqCLxEbOiU/s1600-h/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_55LQNKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0wqCLxEbOiU/s400/nice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127348070850245794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two titles in four years!  Crazy.  It took 86 years to get one and I've been to two parades in four years.  And like last time, Boston might be able to follow this parade with another one in February (GO PATS!).  I went to the parade yesterday, skipped some class (though I did make it back for my last class, I'm so responsible!).  Amy came down from Portland, Maine and Jen came up from the North Shore.  Sharleen and Travis hung out too.  Oh, and Steve, haven't see him since high school, but it's good for us to meet again since he's sleeping over on Friday... oh, Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_6JLQNLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mF9RJ-ArF_4/s1600-h/CIMG4216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_6JLQNLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mF9RJ-ArF_4/s400/CIMG4216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127348075145213106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trophy is AMAZING, right?  Even the bottom is fancy and says 2007 world champions.  Ahhhhhhhh I love the Red Sox!  We got all sorts of free signs and bumper stickers.  We had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_6pLQNMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BW3zssH8neE/s1600-h/CIMG4220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_6pLQNMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BW3zssH8neE/s400/CIMG4220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127348083735147714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I made a sign that said "Rookies of the Year," since our rookies were so freakin' awesome.  Most importantly, that included Mr. Dustin Pedroia, the guy above, on the left.  He will most likely, barring a catastrophe of epic proportions, be the actual Rookie of the Year.  He totally saw my sign, pointed at it and me, smiled and waved.  I was freaking out.  I even turned to Travis, who was standing behind me (tall boys stood behind short girls, makes sense) and he totally saw it too, I did not make that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_65LQNNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sdYJFbv9RkA/s1600-h/CIMG4226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_65LQNNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sdYJFbv9RkA/s400/CIMG4226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127348088030115026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so Jon Lester is amazingly hot.  Seriously.  Amazingly hot in person.  "Square head" or not, Jen Coleman, I love him.  His duck boat stopped in front of us, we made eye contact, there was smiling, there was waving.  Travis will also back this up.  I REALLY freaked on this one.  He makes me want to... well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_7JLQNOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IM4ZQBH_jaA/s1600-h/hanging+out+with+our+signs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_7JLQNOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IM4ZQBH_jaA/s400/hanging+out+with+our+signs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127348092325082338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the six of us, the cool kids.  Me, Amy, and Jen got there early, then Steve (on the top right) showed up about an hour later, Travis not far behind, and Sharleen lagging behind at around 11 (silly lady went to her first class).  This was an awesome day.  I had so much fun, spent quality time with quality people.  Can't wait until birthday festivities on Friday when the extremely old Jen Coleman turns 23.  Yay for this week.  I needed this, last week and weekend totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pats/Colts on Sunday -- die Peyton Manning (not literally...)&lt;br /&gt;TAR SUNDAY NIGHT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Travis totally loves TAR, I'm liking this kid more and more each day, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-8658043347813852967?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8658043347813852967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=8658043347813852967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8658043347813852967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8658043347813852967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can You Believe It??'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Ryf_55LQNKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0wqCLxEbOiU/s72-c/nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5203148757349913477</id><published>2007-10-29T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:35:35.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>I am old.  I came to this realization after the last week or two of staying up really late trying to do homework and watch baseball.  I am very old.  We won the World Series last night and I didn't want to go to run to Fenway because I was tired, and I didn't want to deal with a lot of drunk people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so old, right?  It's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to wrangle my youth back from law school by skipping all day tomorrow to go to the parade, watch jon paplebon and josh beckett do a crazy jig and just be stupid and 22 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally separate topic, i need a makeout buddy, it's getting annoying, i hang out with too many girls... haha, no ideas, people, a.k.a. micah, the only person who reads this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAR STARTS SUNDAY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-5203148757349913477?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5203148757349913477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5203148757349913477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5203148757349913477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5203148757349913477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/boo-exhaustion.html' title='Boo Exhaustion'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7554267114894608067</id><published>2007-10-28T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T10:48:28.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHH!  Red Sox!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RySuCEm0pSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kE2g1DPyZ2E/s1600-h/Pap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RySuCEm0pSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kE2g1DPyZ2E/s400/Pap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126413626474013986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things about last nights game:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Shit, way to scare me guys, seriously, don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got to experience color blindness for a few hours... awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elaborate on the second part, we watched the game at GameON at Fenway.  It was decent, though their waitresses suck.  But the TV that was facing me and the easiest way for me to watch the game was all wonky when it came to contrast.  It was so annoying.  There was no red, orange or green in the TV.  It  was quite disturbing.  The reds all looked grayish brown, the purple for the Rockies was just blue, the greens looked yellow (to the point that there was no color difference between the field and the infield dirt).  People looked seriously jondis.  I had always wondered what life looked like to color blind people.  Now I know.  Thank you, sports bar, for having seriously screwed up contrast on your TV for Game 3 of the World Series and waitresses who didn't give a shit to tell you after my table complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE COULD WIN TONIGHT!!!! OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random hilarious photo of Kevin Youkilis from high school.  If I went to school with this kid... let's just say, we wouldn't have been friends, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RySuCkm0pTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oBOAkk903zw/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RySuCkm0pTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oBOAkk903zw/s400/haha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126413635063948594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get inside my head just a little bit, this picture is my wallpaper, in tile format, haha, LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RySuC0m0pUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SXWgwTKKKJQ/s1600-h/brady__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RySuC0m0pUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SXWgwTKKKJQ/s400/brady__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126413639358915906" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sox photos are courtesy of bostondirtdogs.com and the tommy photo i stole of perezhilton, and he'll get over it cuz he steals photos all the time too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7554267114894608067?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7554267114894608067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7554267114894608067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7554267114894608067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7554267114894608067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhhhh-red-sox.html' title='AHHHHH!  Red Sox!!!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RySuCEm0pSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kE2g1DPyZ2E/s72-c/Pap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7516210373776344514</id><published>2007-10-24T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:02:43.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh-em</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RyAG-0m0pRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pVd21zmFkDE/s1600-h/joshy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RyAG-0m0pRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pVd21zmFkDE/s400/joshy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125104052290757906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it looks like I'm not going to be able to keep doing this, because it's getting ridiculous,  the 5th inning is not even over yet and they've walked in three straight runs and now it's 13-1.  I can't keep updating every time they score, so barring catastrophe, let's assume the Red Sox win this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that picture courtesy of boston.com, both pictures being from the game going on RIGHT now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7516210373776344514?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7516210373776344514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7516210373776344514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7516210373776344514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7516210373776344514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/eh-em.html' title='Eh-em'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RyAG-0m0pRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pVd21zmFkDE/s72-c/joshy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7506101149368166101</id><published>2007-10-24T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:53:23.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My bad...</title><content type='html'>now it's 1o-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7506101149368166101?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7506101149368166101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7506101149368166101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7506101149368166101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7506101149368166101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-bad.html' title='My bad...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-3841908717120685502</id><published>2007-10-24T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:51:59.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Red Sox!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RyAEokm0pQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/a3jXQvYDgII/s1600-h/papi+and+pedey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RyAEokm0pQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/a3jXQvYDgII/s400/papi+and+pedey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125101471015412994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's game 1 of the World Series and it's the 5th inning and we're winning 9-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's a quote from an ESPN guy who picked us to win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At this stage in the game, the &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/clubhouse?team=bos"&gt;Boston Red Sox&lt;/a&gt; are no longer a baseball team. They are the killer in a horror flick, 25 guys wearing hockey masks who seem to return very much alive -- especially at the very moment when you are convinced they are dead, relieved that the danger has passed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, classic....  i do love my boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. that picture is totally stolen from espn.com!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-3841908717120685502?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/3841908717120685502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=3841908717120685502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3841908717120685502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/3841908717120685502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-red-sox.html' title='Go Red Sox!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RyAEokm0pQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/a3jXQvYDgII/s72-c/papi+and+pedey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-2555868438906715683</id><published>2007-10-20T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T15:55:38.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon 5 Concert Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RxpqrpyU4aI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_r_rM6o_AcU/s1600-h/CIMG4089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RxpqrpyU4aI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_r_rM6o_AcU/s320/CIMG4089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123524824271217058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RxprBJyU4eI/AAAAAAAAAIE/j9Z4VxcS9Bk/s1600-h/CIMG4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RxprBJyU4eI/AAAAAAAAAIE/j9Z4VxcS9Bk/s320/CIMG4144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123525193638404578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rxpqr5yU4bI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8kjFYRA5SOc/s1600-h/CIMG4163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rxpqr5yU4bI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8kjFYRA5SOc/s320/CIMG4163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123524828566184370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RxpqsJyU4cI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pCbKqbxyaO8/s1600-h/CIMG4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RxpqsJyU4cI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pCbKqbxyaO8/s320/CIMG4153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123524832861151682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RxpqsZyU4dI/AAAAAAAAAH8/41CF8hojfC8/s1600-h/CIMG4140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RxpqsZyU4dI/AAAAAAAAAH8/41CF8hojfC8/s320/CIMG4140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123524837156118994" 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/31056983-2555868438906715683?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/2555868438906715683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=2555868438906715683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2555868438906715683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/2555868438906715683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/maroon-5-concert-pictures.html' title='Maroon 5 Concert Pictures'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RxpqrpyU4aI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_r_rM6o_AcU/s72-c/CIMG4089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7209863349764413049</id><published>2007-10-18T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:20:59.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need More Hours in A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rxg9TpyU4WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_AqPMV_we1Q/s1600-h/CIMG3949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rxg9TpyU4WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_AqPMV_we1Q/s320/CIMG3949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122911983977685346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my dilemma is whether to do a long update or to do homework.  I've met me.  Guess what I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school is in full swing, and I still have no idea what is supposed to be going on.  I'm keeping up with the readings and I feel like I'm getting a vast majority of the information, so that's good.  I'm getting pretty good feedback, but the first real measuring stick is Monday.  I have a practice exam where I'll get feedback.  So, as much as I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not want to do it, it's going to be very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I joined Phi Alpha Delta, the law school fraternity and I'm already the Vice Justice (not that big of a deal, I ran unopposed).  I'm excited t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o really get involved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; because as it is I have very little free time, it will be fun to see how I manage this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been doing softball and soccer, it's a lot of fun and I'm meeting upper levels and exercising.  I really am enjoying that.  We have a big tournament this weekend, called Battle of the Bostons or something like that where we're competing against the other Boston law schools.  Go NEU!  haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what has been happened recently?  Sept 30 I went to the last Red Sox game... they lost.  It was the last game of the season and everyhting was clinched, but we got to give standing ovations to our boys and potentially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (hopefully not) say bye to Mike Lowell (we better resign him!).  Oct 5, I went to Foxwo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ods for Abbott's birthday.  I was just getting over being sick, but I had a lot of fun and I won $11 in the slot machines (i'm not a gambler).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jen Coleman accompanied me on the trip to Foxwoods and we wandered, watched Manny walk off in game 2 of the ALDS and then we passed out in the hotel room.  Good times though.  The next weekend, the 12, Sharleen, Phoebe and I went on a roadtrip to Syracuse.  So much fun.  There was some drama cuz ppl (Sharleen) was being kind of annoying but what can you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rxg9w5yU4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5ayZsWObLbo/s1600-h/CIMG4050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rxg9w5yU4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5ayZsWObLbo/s320/CIMG4050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122912486488859026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; do?  I got to see Newhouse III, which was beautiful and I got to walk around campus, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a football game... Phoebe and I bought student tickets and swiped our IDs and waltzed right d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;own to the student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; section, alumni t-shirts and all.  We felt like such cougars/badasses, haha.  We even went up 14-0.  Of course, we're horrendous, so we ended up losing big time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, but we left before it got that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; euclid ladies, Maggie, Abbott (two weeks in a row!), Woods, TMoore, Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and Emily.  We did some dorm drinking and then some bars.  I was really excited because Faegan's put my Pomegranite Wheat on tap.  Yay.  I even had some Tully's tenders on Sunday and saw some football with John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good weekend, and I brought home some good beer that Mass doesn't seem to like to sell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we got home Sunday night, I watched the AMAZING Pats game against Dallas that I had tivoed and then Monday, straight after school met up with Amy and Jen for the Maroon 5 concert.  Amy came down from Portland and I was so excited because I hadn't seen her since August, if not July...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got dinner at Matthew's place, McGanns, which ended up being pretty cheap due to my awesome connection, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rxg9UZyU4YI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0S9eYLarpHQ/s1600-h/CIMG4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rxg9UZyU4YI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0S9eYLarpHQ/s320/CIMG4084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122911996862587266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  The concert was incredible.  Adam Levine is too skinny for me, but he can still get me... wow, he was hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  I haven't listened to their stuff in while because I don't even have time to listen to music, but I got right back in the swing of things and I remember why I love them, dirty looks from my family or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upcoming dates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 20 - Softball tourney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 21 - Head of the Charles Regatta with family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 23 - Kelly Clarkson with Sharleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 2 - Jen birthday and Jake Ivory's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'm going to get to work in sleep, so I don't know if I'll be able to update again soon.  It's crazy, and October has been ridiculous.  I need Thanksgiving to be, um, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7209863349764413049?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7209863349764413049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7209863349764413049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7209863349764413049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7209863349764413049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-more-hours-in-day.html' title='I Need More Hours in A Day'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rxg9TpyU4WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_AqPMV_we1Q/s72-c/CIMG3949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-8041521697209172489</id><published>2007-10-16T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:36:33.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too busy...</title><content type='html'>I have not updated much lately.  I know.  I suck at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep up with work and to keep up with life and to keep up with TV, which is way too important to me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going crazy with work and I've been visiting friends, going to red sox games and going to Syracuse.  wahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and more updates to come in the next few days, promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-8041521697209172489?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/8041521697209172489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=8041521697209172489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8041521697209172489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/8041521697209172489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/10/way-too-busy.html' title='Way too busy...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-5286220303125727016</id><published>2007-09-11T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:07:54.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly Adjusting... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RudhXS-x-cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XtUwzI3UDho/s1600-h/CIMG3643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RudhXS-x-cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XtUwzI3UDho/s200/CIMG3643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109159355135162818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am slowly but surely realizing that my life as I knew it is over.  Completely and unalterably over.  It makes me sad and frightened all the same time.  I'm also in denial and I'm still wearing my orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not updated in a long time because I'm trying to be a good kid and do my work, but I figure, what's the harm in updating now?  I'm already screwed.  Not really, I really think I'm doing okay right now, but who knows, the material may be just so over my head that I don't even realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I talk to asks me how law school is and, honestly, I don't know.  I don't want to be cocky and say, "Great!" but I don't think it's going badly.  I think... I don't know?  I hate my Property class because my professor is a horrible teacher.  I'm sure she's a great attorney, but teaching is not her thing.  My other two classes, Civil Procedure and Torts are pretty good.  LSSC (Legal Skills in Social Context) is, right now, torture.  The legal writing and research portion is tedious.  It's necessary, I know, but again, I have a horrible teacher.  She reads us her notes.  It's awful, and the material is tedious to begin with.  The discussion part is okay.  My "lawyering fellow," who's a 3rd year, is nice and I like the people in my class, so it's manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep ahead in readings so I don't get overwhelmed and so far, 2 weeks in, I'm doing just that, but it's very early.  That's why I never know how to answer the "how is law school" question.  I've hit a nice balance between school time, me time, and friend time.  I'm really glad I get to hang out with Jen a lot.  She's going to be very important when I start getting stressed.  I love that girl and she keeps me grounded because without her I would hole up in my room and never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RudjCy-x-dI/AAAAAAAAAG8/S7ZBPvLWuKs/s1600-h/CIMG3615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RudjCy-x-dI/AAAAAAAAAG8/S7ZBPvLWuKs/s400/CIMG3615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109161201971100114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I've moved to Boston, I've been doing the school thing pretty much, but I've gone out every Friday with Jen and seen Sharleen a bunch (she lives downstairs and we have a class together, so it's not hard).  Phoebe came to our Syracuse night and I went to Tequila Rain with another Syracuse love, Katie.  I'm glad I'm able to see people because that's the one thing I miss most about Syracuse, the social life and the guarantee I would get to see my favorite people almost everyday.  I'm sad that I haven't seen Amy in a month and that I haven't seen Jenny since graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting back together with someone I haven't seen in waaaaaayyyy too long, Anna.  I have not seen her since we were living in London, but she smartened up and moved her butt up to Boston so we'll be getting dinner this weekend, probably hit up our London favorite and new Boston restaurant, Wagamama's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for the future is to keep being a good kid and keep up with my homework while allowing myself a once a week night out and my Sunday Patriots date.  Along that line, I also would like to keep on a budget without actually making a budget.  Basically, I need to not spend money, and so far, I'm failing.  My life is going to be crazy, essentially, for the next year.  This time next year, I'll be on Co-Op, which will be a lot of work, but class-wise, at that point, it'll be a much lighter load and things will seem much more attainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wanting to still be a kid and in college; it was so much easier.  But I'm enjoying this so far, the only really disappointing thing I've noticed at this time is that there are no hot boys amongst the 1Ls.  I need to go to Bar Review (meeting for dorky lawyers... at a BAR) and meet some attractive 2 and 3Ls.  That's the plan and since my roommate is in a serious relationship, she can help me!  Haha.  It's not like I have time for a boyfriend on top of everything else, but it's fun to look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I hope to do soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Homecoming @ Syracuse Oct 13&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 Concert Oct 15 -- that's a definite -- with Amy!!&lt;br /&gt;UMaine v. BC Hockey Game Nov 2&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy Concert Nov 9&lt;br /&gt;See Mallory and Thomas -- December??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/31056983-5286220303125727016?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/5286220303125727016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=5286220303125727016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5286220303125727016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/5286220303125727016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/09/slowly-adjusting.html' title='Slowly Adjusting... ?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RudhXS-x-cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XtUwzI3UDho/s72-c/CIMG3643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-606036396605347889</id><published>2007-08-21T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:36:59.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looooong Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqIQMPMTxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nYx5hulP2yo/s1600-h/CIMG3523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqIQMPMTxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nYx5hulP2yo/s320/CIMG3523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101039339694739218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, a lot has happened since I last updated and this is one of my last opportunities to update before hell comes in the form of law school.  Don't get the impression that I'm not looking forward to school starting, I am.  It's just that I have no illusions that I'll be able to breeze through it like I did college.  I'm going to be a very busy girl very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Firstly, this picture I found in a gallery (sorry, I know this is probably some sort of copyright issue, but I show it only in admiration and would have totally bought it if it didn't cost $6000).  I dedicate this to all the girls at Syracuse and at colleges around the country, begging them to stop wearing spandex.  Nobody wins when people wear spandex, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyway, back to what I've been up to since my last update... what has happened?  I think the biggest thing is my trip to Las Vegas.  That trip was certainly a mixed bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My first emotion in response to the trip was that it was a good trip, but it involved just a bit too much family togetherness time.  I like my family, but prefer them in small doses.  There are certain people in my family that I like in smaller doses than others.  I think this is true of every family... right??  Anyway, basically on this front, what happened is what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqMKsPMT6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NYqQV6D2ut4/s1600-h/CIMG3365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqMKsPMT6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NYqQV6D2ut4/s320/CIMG3365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101043643251969954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;happens every time, my brother is in a foul mood and decides he wants to attack me (verbally, not physically, no worries), anyway, he goes at me and at me until I react.  Then, my parents will yell at me to stop because when I react my brother immediately acts like a victim, like he did nothing to provoke it.  Or, he'll go at me and when I react my parents will yell at me to stop reacting like that and give him a break because he's tired or some shit.  You'd think he's 5 or something, but he's really 19.  Understandably, I think, I get a bit frustrated with these events.  I'm really getting too old to spend any more than just assorted weekends or holidays with these people.  I feel like I'm allowed to get upset or defend myself when I'm constantly being cut down and harrassed.  Maybe I'm the only one who feels that way, but I feel like it's a legitimate request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, let's get back to the fun stuff.  We got to Vegas after a really really early flight out of Boston.  The first day was kind of chill.  We checked into the hotel and walked around the strip and got dinner and saw the strip all lit up and then passed out.  It was an exhausting day because of the early flight, but we saw a lot.  The city is way better at night.  It's kind of sketch during the day.  It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqIU8PMTzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hiMBI0pTuQw/s1600-h/CIMG3460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqIU8PMTzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hiMBI0pTuQw/s320/CIMG3460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101039421299117874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; really hot and there's a lot of construction.  Everything looks better under the mask of darkness, and that goes doubly for this city.  The second day my brothers and I went off together and did the roller coaster at New York, New York and we saw a bunch of casinos and then did the Shark Reef Aquarium in Mandolay Bay.  We had a lot of time to kill and couldn't gamble because Gregg is only 19.  That was a huge detriment the whole week.  Just the fact that whenever we had time to kill, we couldn't gamble unless we wanted to leave him in the lobby.  It probably saved everybody a lot of money, but it did cause tension, especially when Gregg decided to defy Nevada state law a couple times and try to get away with being on the floor (my mother encouraged this and I don't know why... the best part being when he did get kicked off the floor in the Venetian and my mother preceded to be all pouty and miserable and vowing to never come back and not want to gamble "especially in this place" because she felt incredibly put out by the casino employee trying to enforce state law...).  Anyway, that night we got dinner at Nove in the Palms.  It's supposed to be Italian, but the Italian food was bad.  The non-Italian stuff that we ordered was good, but my pasta was gross.  We saw Penn &amp; Teller at the Rio that night.  They were really good and funny.  That was a good show.  We saw O the next night, that's a Cirque du Soleil show that is all in the water.  That was amazing.  Most of the cast are most likely former Olympians.  They were all Canadian, American &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqMIMPMT5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/-4uDfUnI87w/s1600-h/CIMG3472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqMIMPMT5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/-4uDfUnI87w/s320/CIMG3472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101043600302296978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and some European swimmers, mostly divers and synchronized swimmers.  They did such a good job.  Our last night in the city we saw Blue Man Group.  I would have to say that was the most disappointing show we saw, I really wish my mother had done more research and gotten a different show.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not some spoiled brat, I had a great time and I love Blue Man Group and I really appreciate that I got a free trip.  BUT, the Vegas Blue Man Group was almost identical to the Boston show.  I just think that if we're going to go all the was to Las Vegas and pay almost $200 for tickets, we should see something that we can't see for half the price in the Charles Playhouse.  I'm just saying...  Most of our days were spent avoiding the heat as much as possible.  It was very hot in Vegas.  Granted, 110 in Vegas is not as bad as 110 in Boston because of the lack of humidity... it's still 110.  Mostly, we were in air-conditioned casinos, where I froze my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We ate amazing food (except for Nove) and saw great buildings, but I'd never want to live in Vegas.  I'll probably go back, but I'm not really a gambler and Vegas has no soul.  I don't mean that in a religio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqISsPMTyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UwJLwqB_nL4/s1600-h/CIMG3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqISsPMTyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UwJLwqB_nL4/s320/CIMG3503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101039382644412194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;us, "gambling is sinful" kind of way.  I mean it in that, Vegas has no character.  The city is made up of hotels and people visiting hotels.  There is more than that, but essentially that's it.  Boston has so much history and so much character.  I mean, the airport is an $8 cab ride from the strip, and that's with the base fee and the airport fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Our third day in Vegas we spent at Hoover Dam.  That was my kind of trip.  I enjoyed being at the dam and while the tour pretty much sucks, you wait in lines more than you actually see stuff, it was cool.  Apparantly the tour was much more extensive and more independent (i.e. better) before September 11, but they've cracked down a lot since then, which is understandble, I guess.  I don't read the intelligence reports, so I guess there could still be a threat.  If the dam ruptures, it would not be good, so whatev.  It was the second day in a row I remembered why I hate it when people who didn't go to Newhouse take pictures.  I don't know why people have so much trouble taking a decent shot, and I'm not going off in a "I look fat in that picture" kind of way.  I'm going off in a "why the hell can't you take a good picture" way.  It always surprises me when I see a picture taken b a friend of family member where there's 10 feet of head space or someone's arm is cut off or the shot is crooked or whatever.  I really don't think it's that hard to frame a shot--or take direction.  I'm referring more specifically to my brother.  First, I wanted a picture with Penn Jilette, because we saw his show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqTmMPMT7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JAme13d1HL8/s1600-h/CIMG3498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqTmMPMT7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JAme13d1HL8/s320/CIMG3498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101051812279766962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and he's famous, why not?  He was getting one that I was taking for him, it's only fair, so his first reaction was that he was annoyed that I was getting one too... don't know where that came from, and then I told him specifically how I wanted the shot.  And then he did the exact opposite.  Instead of taking a tall shot or whatever you call it, where you turn the camera so you get a long vertical shot (I showed him exactly how to do it), he did the shot horizontally so there's tons of space on either side of us and you can't really see the difference in height.  It's no big deal, the picture is above and you get the idea, but I showed him how I wanted it taken and he did the exact opposite.  You can see the difference in my facebook album because I took the shot of him correctly.  And then I asked him to get a picture of me on the Hoover Dam (also above) and he took such a tight shot!  God forbid he take a step back!  Anyway, this is a great example of me getting tired of the 24/7 quality time with the family.  I just don't trust other people to get good pictures, only me and my Newhouse people.  Hoover Dam is a great example of why they make postcards.  It is nearly impossible to take a full shot of the whole dam.  I resorted to taking as many shots from as many angles.  The one above is of me, in the middle, looking down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not to dis the trip, but one of my favorite moments of all was on the plane back to Boston from Atlanta.  AirTran, our provider, has XM Radio on their planes and one of the stations has live play by play of MLB games.  At the time we were flying, there was a Red Sox game.  I was not listening at the time because I was doing homework (that's right, school hasn't even started yet and I'm already doing homework).  All of a sudden, the plane breaks out in to applause in cheers.  I look to my brother sitting next to me (not only did we have to hang out all week, but I was also stuck next to him on every single flight), who was listening to the game on the XM Radio and he smiles and says, "David Ortiz, grand slam, Red Sox up 6-5."  Were we on a flight to Boston or what?  I just thought that was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I move into Boston on Friday.  I'm excited.  I have to be there early to meet the Comcast guy and make sure we get cable and internet.  My roommate says she's not bringing her TV and only wants basic cable.  Hopefully that'll be ok, but I have to talk to the Comcast guy and see what channels I'll be losing.  We only have extended basic cable at home and that's what Syracuse basically had, so extended is fine, but there are certain channels I'm attached to, so I might have to upgrade, even if I have to pay the difference myself.  I've worked out some of the kinks (hopefully) in loan status and such and I've bought some books and I hope to have completed the work due in them before I buy the other books so I only have to worry about doing the work in those...  Syracuse football starts the 31st on ESPN and I'll be watching and I'll be horribly sad that I'm not in my normal spot in the student section for the first time in 4 years.  Hopefully we'll win, my brother says we're only 3 point underdogs, so that's good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My life is getting ready to start up again.  Hopefully it won't suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-606036396605347889?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/606036396605347889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=606036396605347889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/606036396605347889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/606036396605347889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/08/looooong-update.html' title='Looooong Update'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RsqIQMPMTxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nYx5hulP2yo/s72-c/CIMG3523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-682523042874332281</id><published>2007-08-03T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:09:42.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and Cons of Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Pro:   I can tell my parents I'm doing something or not doing something and they can't make me do otherwise.  Example-- I'm going to my friend's house tomorrow night to drink and I'm not getting up really early the next morning to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con:   I have to be a big kid like pay for school and do work and not be a kid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bring this up?  Amy and I were at the movies tonight (Bourne Ultimatum: see it now: AMAZING) and we saw an ad for something, I don't know what, but it involved a marching band.  That got us reminiscing (sp?) about Syracuse and football games and, well, we got sad.  I'm glad I'm getting older and things are starting to fall into place, but I miss what I'm leaving behind.  I'm going to miss sitting in the student section in the Carrier Dome, whether I was cheering us on during a 1-11 season or during a triple overtime, field rushing win over Pittsburgh my sophomore year.  I miss Friday night happy hours at Chucks and flip night Wednesdays at Faegans.  I'll even miss the winters, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RrQJkikQqDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JJFvvzupNY0/s1600-h/delone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RrQJkikQqDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JJFvvzupNY0/s400/delone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094707601821706290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It got real a couple weeks ago when I got my diploma in the mail.  I put it in the frame and took a picture.  I'd load the photo into this post, but my camera is in my car and I'm too lazy to go out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Northeastern, I'm excited for life in Boston, but part of me wishes I had some more time in Syracuse and with my Syracuse friends.  Good news is that Mallory and Thomas are coming to Boston in December, that makes me really happy.  Jenny says she's definitely coming, as early as September!  I'm being optimistic and hoping for the best.  But, I know that I'll be sad when I move into Boston, that it's not Syracuse and August 31 will be really sad when I see my Orange play at home on ESPN and I'm not in my usual front row seats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-682523042874332281?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/682523042874332281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=682523042874332281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/682523042874332281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/682523042874332281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/08/pros-and-cons-of-growing-up.html' title='Pros and Cons of Growing Up'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RrQJkikQqDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JJFvvzupNY0/s72-c/delone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7199650182320437867</id><published>2007-07-18T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:49:15.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer Makes Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rp6Tw6AN2GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p9WvMYYSMfQ/s1600-h/CIMG3207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rp6Tw6AN2GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p9WvMYYSMfQ/s320/CIMG3207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088667097388406882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're going to see a John Mayer concert in your life, which, if you even like him just a little, I think you should, you should see him in Boston.  John Mayer is amazing live and he has ties to Boston (he wrote much of his first album in Boston).  He gives us a special concert every time he comes.  I know this because I saw him in Boston last night and it was dramatically different and better concert than I saw in Syracuse, even better than in Mansfield, 45 minutes south.  He's one of the few musicians that seem to realize that Mansfield is NOT Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prefaced certain older songs with "I wrote this at 150 Mass Ave," a place I now must visit and photograph.  He also told us that he wants to live here again someday and to keep an eye out for him (I'll believe it when I see it).  He was so good live.  So, so, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rp6QIKAN2CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/klGExcVY1ms/s1600-h/CIMG3214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rp6QIKAN2CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/klGExcVY1ms/s320/CIMG3214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088663098773854242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His encore was incredible.  He did an amazing acoustic medley of some of his really really old songs, the likes that have only been recorded on live albums like "Any Given Thursday" or "Inside Wants Out."  He also did an incredibly sexy acoustic version of "Comfortable," my all time favorite John Mayer song.  I've never seen him do it live and me and Jen freaked out.  We were so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both disappointed that John didn't play "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room," though I did see him perform it in Syracuse.  Ben Folds began the show and he was good, but I think I'll have to see him where he's the headliner because he didn't really do his "thing."  He didn't interact or talk to the crowd much and he didn't play two of my favorite songs, "Losing Lisa" and "Rockin' the Suburbs."  Jen and I were shocked.  All in all, we had an AMAZING time.  We got to see an amazing show, we stopped by McGann's earlier in the night and said hi to my brother and we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rp6SyaAN2FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lq_Hvflg-3U/s1600-h/CIMG3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rp6SyaAN2FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lq_Hvflg-3U/s320/CIMG3184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088666023646582866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rp6Sx6AN2EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RxIuX-PxFfo/s1600-h/CIMG3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rp6Sx6AN2EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RxIuX-PxFfo/s320/CIMG3185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088666015056648258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tap for this weekend: Amy's birthday extravaganza in Portland.  I'm excited to see her and Willa and have some good ole Syracuse fun... in Maine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7199650182320437867?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7199650182320437867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7199650182320437867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7199650182320437867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7199650182320437867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/07/john-mayer-makes-me-happy.html' title='John Mayer Makes Me Happy'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/Rp6Tw6AN2GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p9WvMYYSMfQ/s72-c/CIMG3207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-7049789083791952164</id><published>2007-07-16T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T02:44:28.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Late... I Should be Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm being emo again tonight.  Yay for me.  I'm undecided about my new status as unemployed.  Hmmm.  I should just sleep, especially since I have a headache... maybe in a little bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On the one hand, I didn't really like my job... at all.  But I did like the money.  It's too late now.  Whatever.  In a month I'll be starting school and moving to Boston and meeting new people, all that fun stuff.  And, while another $1000 would have been nice...  I'll cope without it.  It sucks that I didn't get to really say bye to the people I did like at work, but... I can't dwell, at least now I can sleep in, read and do nothing until my life completely changes.  It's like I'll have a real summer break for the first time since before high school, even if it is only for a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;John Mayer on Tuesday!!!!  I cannot wait.  Also, my hair is really short and I got tickets to see Maroon 5 in October with Jen Coleman and Amy Mac.  Also, I think I might do "poker night" with Jenn since my Friday nights have recently opened up.  But, I do have to conserve money since I no longer have a source of income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Things on the "TO DO" list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;~clean/organize my room (it's getting ridiculous in here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;~do research on student loans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;~stop playing retarded computer games and get back to reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;~make list/bring health form for doctor's appt on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-7049789083791952164?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/7049789083791952164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=7049789083791952164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7049789083791952164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/7049789083791952164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-late-i-should-be-sleeping.html' title='It&apos;s Late... I Should be Sleeping'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056983.post-1967245326194771167</id><published>2007-07-03T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:06:49.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies When You Hate Your Job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RoqdB15Sc-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/UzmpzIgRWLY/s1600-h/michaelsharborside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RoqdB15Sc-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/UzmpzIgRWLY/s200/michaelsharborside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083047784413819874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it.  I just don't like it/want to do it for more than the summer.  I make good money and the people are okay, so I can't complain too much.  Though, I am in a lot of pain.  At the end of a shift, pretty much everything hurts: feet, ankles, shin splints, knees, wrists... I could go on.  Waitressing is a lot of running around and constantly being on your feet, and then you have to pretend nothing is wrong and that you are super happy to do a million obnoxiously specific things for annoying people you don't even like.  Sometimes this job makes me hate people.  Especially those who don't tip well.  FYI to anyone reading this.  15% tips are NOT acceptable.  I make $2.63 an hour.  When you tip me 15%, I make no money.  Especially considering at the end of the night, %20 of my earnings go directly to the bartenders, busers, and foodrunners.  As I see it, a %20 tip should be the minimum.  Seriously, I have law school to pay for and most other waitresses have school and/or rent to pay for, some have kids, etc.  Be nice to your waitress, tip her well.  I work 6 days a week and upwards of 40 hours.  If you cannot afford to tip %20, you shouldn't be going out to a restaurant with servers, go to McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's forget work, let's recount some of the very exciting (not) things that have ocurred since my last entry a few weeks ago.  Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see The Fray in concert.  They were really good live.  I don't have the best knowledge of their music except for their last album, so at times I was a bit 'out of the loop' per se, but I had fun and they did my absolute favorite song of the album, "Heaven Forbid" which is actually sung by one of the guitarists, not the lead singer, who knew?  Probably a lot of people knew that... but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a few movies since my last entry.  Go see Knocked Up and Sicko!!! Both are very good.  Knocked Up is very funny (but if you're one of those annoying people complaining that it's unrealistic that she wouldn't have gotten an abortion and blah blah blah, go kill yourself).  And for Sicko, keep an open mind.  Obviously all the facts are not presented in an unbiased manner, it is a Michael Moore film, but he does highlight some disturbing circumstances.  I will admit, I cried a little in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unimpressed with Shrek 3 and Pirates 3, tho both were entertaining and I thought Evan Almighty was funny, but predictably bad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; I was expecting much worse, so I think the movie, in my mind, was a pleasant surprise.  If you want to know what books I've been reading, go over to my mac web blog, there's a link on my facebook site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future plans include a haircut on the 10th (wicked exciting, right?), John Mayer on the 17th, Portland, Maine drunkeness for Amy's birthday the 20th and 21st, a possible day trip to NYC on the 31st and Las Vegas in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31056983-1967245326194771167?l=christinebeckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/feeds/1967245326194771167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31056983&amp;postID=1967245326194771167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1967245326194771167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31056983/posts/default/1967245326194771167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinebeckett.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-flies-when-you-hate-your-job.html' title='Time Flies When You Hate Your Job...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13649889382895003338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/SErOq_TUV5I/AAAAAAAAANI/5xo04pt6YkE/S220/CIMG4411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbigtqe3j1I/RoqdB15Sc-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/UzmpzIgRWLY/s72-c/michaelsharborside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
