<?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-3415838</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:40:09.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn the Man; Save the Empire!</title><subtitle type='html'>the coolest and hottest nerds ever!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>438</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-88490026</id><published>2003-02-03T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T12:49:35.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.csulb.edu/News-Events/This_Week_Archives/2002--Jan-June/Feb-2002/Feb__25/tw020225--popsicle_bridge/tw020225--popsicle.bridge.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-88490026?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/88490026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/88490026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88490026' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-88486281</id><published>2003-02-03T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T11:32:11.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, brother mike was building his bridge for physics this past weekend, and i guess he was researching it on the internet (his class is way more intense than ours and he's definetly more into it), and came across our picture on the cal state long beach bridge building website.  i haven't seen it yet, but i suggest you all check it out.  now that i think of it, there were an awful lot of photographers swarming around the hyper st. joseph chicks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-88486281?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/88486281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/88486281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88486281' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-86620568</id><published>2002-12-28T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T01:43:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ozma rocks my socks! i went to their concert tonite at the glasshouse in pomona. they played a couple new songs. but was mostly their popular ones. including eponine! i was so xcited. but the glasshouse can get really wild, and since crowd surfing is allowed, i was kinda scared i would get kicked in the neck which would cause internal bleeding and that would land me in the hospital again which would be no fun at all. but that did not happen thank god. but i did get kicked in the head a couple of times. which didnt hurt but was annoying. this lead me to be very wary of anyone stage diving. there was this one point where this white chik stage dove rite on top of us, and we just moved aside. she totally ate it and got up all embarrased cuz no one caught her. it was hilarious. the only complaint i have about the show was there were all these stinky asian chix that smelled like they hadnt washed their hair in weeks. and since they were all short, their hair was friggin under my nostrils. i had these horrid wafts of chuck e cheese and vomit. OH! and there was this other stupid asian chik in front of me w a friggin statue of liberty foam crown thing on! and she wore it the entire show! even ryan and star saw it and laughed at her. i swear i half expected her to say "what did you bought?". but all in all it was an excellente show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-86620568?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86620568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86620568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86620568' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-86344356</id><published>2002-12-20T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T18:25:58.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey lovelies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that quiz i was cooking up? well here's what ive got so far... feel free to send me any more questions... cant wait for tonight! k toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myquiz.coolquiz.com/myquiz/myquiz.asp?QuizNum=1293677573"&gt;ART THOU AN HE MEMBER?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-86344356?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86344356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86344356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86344356' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-86290756</id><published>2002-12-19T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T14:55:17.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my apologies to angela and anyone else who may have called me in the last few days.  apparently my phone was set on vibrate without my knowing.  so i'm in the store today, and my purse starts twitching, which was quite odd.  but not to worry, the mystery is solved. sometimes i can be so retarded. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-86290756?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86290756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86290756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86290756' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-86041233</id><published>2002-12-15T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T12:43:48.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being at home and forbidden to go out into the real world lest i get an infection in my frankenstein wound has cause me to ponder a lot of things. or not ponder so much, but reflect. when i look back at how much we've all changed this semester of college alone, its nuts. not one of us is the same person we were 3 months ago. hell, i'm not even the same person i was 3 days ago. and yeah lisa, in response to ur post. we all have secrets. but some of us either arent ready to tell them. or would rather save ourselves the trouble in doing so. and im not just speaking for myself with that one. im pretty sure everyone else would have to agree. if we all kept everything out in the open, the world would be quite the bitter place. i think i shall close with my favorite quote ever from billy corgan. this is from his liner notes in pisces iscariot, an album i would be listening to rite now if i had battieries in my diskman. "somebody comes up to you in a bar and asks them if you are who they think you are. and then you say if you know then i am and if you dont then im not. special thanks to everyone for their continued love and support and a fuck you to those who will never understand." aw, on looking back at that quote, it makes me sound angry when im not. but that fuck you to those who will never understand is the best, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-86041233?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86041233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86041233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86041233' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-86025758</id><published>2002-12-15T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T02:44:25.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12/14/02:  the lisa update&lt;br /&gt;--i have seriously had it with shady people.  either be a healthy &lt;i&gt;normal &lt;/i&gt;, open human being, like d blue, or im sorry... just spend all of eternity being naked in your dorm room, cause i sure as hell dont want to see the likes of you.  jk.. if youre reading this, it's all good.  ;) i just love making fun of the odd ones. AND YES YOURE ODD!!!...but i still &lt;3 you!&lt;br /&gt;--if you have some have some deep dark personal secret...by all means, tell me.  things come out in the oddest ways, and my heart cant take another blow. &lt;br /&gt;--it's just occured to me how hard 19 units is going to be next quarter... that saddens me somewhat. &lt;br /&gt;--i spent the whole day at the ballet of the &lt;i&gt;frosty pines &lt;/i&gt;today...little girls i babysit were in it.  katie was hail, and becca was snow... it was the most adorable thing i have ever seen.  im off to see the nwn family ritual of the nutcracker next week... with the sister, since the parents have already seen it.  this year the cousin's a petal or something along those sorts. &lt;br /&gt;--speaking of sisters, mine flying in tomorrow at 9 pm!! hurray!! let the cookie baking extravaganza begin! &lt;br /&gt;--i need raspberry candy canes.  preferably without the hot glue.&lt;br /&gt;--im staring at the clipping of 'naked college guy' on my wall that sarah gave me way back in june....and thinking, "christian munden, where have you been all my life bbbbbbbaby??"  and that is all.  actually, im wondering why ive never seen him in passing.  &lt;br /&gt;--and lastly, ive just been thinking a lot lately about how vulnerable we are to others opinions.  why some people keep things to themselves.  why others make others feel bad just to make themselves feel better.  why some people live in an imaginary world. why we feel we have compromise who we really are.  okay everyone give lisa crazy dirty looks now.  as sarah knows, no homework, no stress, &amp; lot's of time makes lisa's mind crazy.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-86025758?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86025758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86025758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86025758' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-86021267</id><published>2002-12-14T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T23:00:53.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love lord of the rings two towers! 4 more days! anyways. so yeah im back home for all you kids who didnt visit me or didnt call me. i was discharged today at 3pm. so i guess i shall go into detail to save you all the trouble from calling me. the operation took place 730am fri the 13th. i was awake within 15 min from being wheeled into the recovery room. at that point i started vomiting. what? i dont know. i hadnt eaten since midnite. i think it was water. but at that point i was still disoriented so i really dont know. the next time i woke up it was around 1030 and i was back in my hospital room. then i went back to sleep. the parade of visitors following included my fav cousin tina, my aunts judy + irene... and then i went back to sleep. mom dad gramma and grampy came in too...but i dont rember that very much. i continued to vomit. then jazmin visited! which was exciting. that was around 530. anthony the ray of lite, and jordan came along w her. but then i scared them off, starting to vomit again. u know, i wasnt even in pain from the friggin operation. the worst part was the vomiting. damnd sensitive body's reaction to anesthesia. and then i slept again. and in the middle of the night they took off this horrid thing from my hand that went nuts when my oxygen saturation was low. it was scary! i couldnt talk very long and when i did, the damned thing would beep and i scared my guests. but yes, this morning i felt SO much better. and even ate my random chicken broth for breakfast and beef broth for lunch. and perez and juan visited! which was xtra fun. so now i have this ugly frankenstein stitch thing on my neck, covered only by a random piece of med tape. its so ugly and im embarrased to go out in public. the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-86021267?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86021267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86021267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86021267' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-86017931</id><published>2002-12-14T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T21:16:44.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whittier Presbyterian Hospital's waiting room is crap.  No view, no food, no drinks, no tv, and to use the bathroom, you must turn on the faucet to drown out your bladder evacuation.  It could be worse.  You could be a fat man in a sweater vest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-86017931?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86017931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/86017931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86017931' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85939840</id><published>2002-12-13T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T02:56:36.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello children of the corn.  i feel my four am powers returning.  i think it's more of a psychological 'because i can' type thing.  finals have been over since wednesday... and ever since, ive been walking around stiring up trouble.  as if that's a shock to any of you who really know me.  anyway, i went to a speech today in royce by rudy giuliani! the man's an amazing speaker... his address was on "leadership in the midst of crisis."  sitting literally 15 feet away from the man, and in the next seat over to the chancellor of our school... i truly had a fabulous night.  not to mention, all the old women with face lifts were amusing, and sarah and i had a good laugh.  not to mention the presence of a certain psuedo dr carter.  :)   hah, the &lt;i&gt;other &lt;/i&gt;roomate just woke up, picked up all her bedding, and told me she was going to go sleep in the sex box.  um, okay weirdo, whatever floats your boat.  with that said, i leave you with these insightful words of the night.... values/optimism/courage/teamwork, always be open with your friends... youll either piss em off or strengthen your relationship 10 times over..., and lastly, dont try the reuben sandwich, it's gross.  whoops, that was yesterday.  anyway, best wishes rika! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85939840?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85939840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85939840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85939840' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85828061</id><published>2002-12-10T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T23:47:23.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14 days till i get my bike!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85828061?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85828061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85828061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85828061' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85793479</id><published>2002-12-10T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T10:27:22.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two down, one to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85793479?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85793479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85793479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85793479' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85765308</id><published>2002-12-09T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T20:27:49.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>december 9, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;my brain feels like jello, i cant feel my toes, and i seriously want to hurl something out the window.  where are you wednesday???? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85765308?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85765308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85765308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85765308' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85630552</id><published>2002-12-06T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T23:14:42.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how many finals do you UC kids have? and why are they over 2 weeks, from what i understood from yves. anyways im sorrry for your troubles. whittier is good to their children and i only have two :) then again, tennis doesnt need a final and frosh writing was a paper. so that leaves math and bio. one week til i bid adeiu to my thyroid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85630552?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85630552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85630552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85630552' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85576709</id><published>2002-12-05T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T20:57:16.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;What Not to Discuss When Having Lunch with a Professor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quality of condoms in modern society&lt;br /&gt;-Sizes of condoms&lt;br /&gt;-Best places to purchase condoms&lt;br /&gt;-Why women don't need to adjust their "cups" while men do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;And the real kicker&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why men don't wear thongs more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85576709?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85576709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85576709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85576709' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85422554</id><published>2002-12-03T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T01:23:06.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finals got you down? then you need some GONADS AND STRIFE! i guarantee that it will brighten your day. and while you're at it, you may as well just watch the fishy song too.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.threebrain.com/weeeeee.shtml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85422554?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85422554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85422554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85422554' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85243636</id><published>2002-11-28T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T23:00:31.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a day for mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we retire a joke that has been with us for so long, and enjoyed by many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. . We say goodbye to the "Anti-prince."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.  You served us well.  For now and always, you shall rest with the others, such as "You Stole My Peas" and "Oh no! People!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85243636?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85243636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85243636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85243636' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85241252</id><published>2002-11-28T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T21:39:10.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've been on this very nerdy harry potter kick lately. for such a long time i refused to watch the first movie. but, dammit, i broke in and rented it. and i really liked the first one. so we went on our thanksgiving tradition to watch a movie. so guess what we saw? yup. harry potter 2. i liked it. i think daniel radcliff is the cutest thing. and if i was younger i'd totally develop a crush on him. hes so brit! adorable. and is it just me, or is ron the most annoying thing ever? hes so whiny! that dracco boy is pretty cute too. except for his bleached hair. its too fake. cute young boys. too bad they're not a few years older. i think im on this harry potter kick because i need something to distract me until two towers comes out. man i cant wait til lord of the rings 2 comes out!!!!! you kids, if you havent read em, do it now! theyre so awesome. oh! and by the way, if anyone can recommend good novels for me to read in the hospital, please do. horray! happy turkey day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85241252?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85241252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85241252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85241252' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85229707</id><published>2002-11-28T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T15:47:43.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa! i had the strangest dream ever last nite! so i had to write some research paper on indians, and for some reason the UCLA libraries had no information whatsoever on the topic, so i had to take a bus to USC to conduct some research. and i was so confused as to where to go, so i asked some random student where to find info on indians, and then he told me to go to this store on campus where an indian worked and that he could tell me everything i needed to know. so, i walked over this huge bridge (apparently there was a lake on USC's campus in my dream) to the commercial section of the school, and found my way into this tiny store filled with native american goods.the worker asked if i need help, and i told him about my paper and he volunteered to help me by showing me clips from the movie he's making about indians. and, get this, angela stars in it as this confused young girl that goes on a quest to discover her native american heritage.  and i saw the part where angela is walking down this deserted dirt road, singing a song that the store owner wrote about how she must discover her history all anastasia style.  it was odd. then sadly, shortly after angela's singing debut, i woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85229707?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85229707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85229707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85229707' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85178943</id><published>2002-11-27T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T13:04:05.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i to have made my way to powell between my philosophy/chem break.  and i must say, that seriously took everything in me to stay awake during the past hour.  now i think i'll walk around and defrost.  i somehow always forget how below freezing it gets in all my lecture halls.  i was seriously huddled next to the random girl i choose to sit by.  anyway, perhaps ill see you guys over break.  ahh! hell week then finals, and THAT IS ALL!!  goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85178943?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85178943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85178943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85178943' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85176640</id><published>2002-11-27T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T12:08:44.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've decided to stop at check my email in library in between classes. sadly, it's nothing but advertisements. so i decided to post.  How bout we all try to go to TGIFridays at the LB towne center or something on saturday nite? we can always plan some huge HE event over xmas break, but at least this way, we'll get to see everyone over thanksgiving. well, that is my idea. if you wanna do someting else, that's cool, but let's try and plan something soon. only hours until the 4 day weekend has begun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85176640?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85176640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85176640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85176640' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85131983</id><published>2002-11-26T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T15:14:35.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first pass has been completed as of 5 pm yesterday... so far im enrolled in spanish and life science 2--cells, tissues, &amp; organs!!  that professor's supposed to be the hardest most condescending godawful man alive...I CANT WAIT!  sure beats my current situation.  im also going to be taking and anthro class hopefully... that is if come dec 5 it's not full.  that leaves me one class that's up for grabs... any idears??  happy turkey day guys... cant wait to go home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85131983?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85131983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85131983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85131983' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85123419</id><published>2002-11-26T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T12:00:00.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey girls! we seriously need to have an HE event over thanksgiving break! i think a sleepover complete with makeovers would be ideal! i'll check it out, but i dunno if i'll be able to offer my house for all the fun. if not, we can always have a classic dinner at TGIFriday's or something. but i really wanna see everyone and hear all the crazy college stories! so keep your friday and saturday nite's free, and tell any other HE members to do the same. see ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85123419?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85123419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85123419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85123419' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85070696</id><published>2002-11-25T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T12:33:38.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE LAB BOOKS!!! with that said, lemme explain. ok for any of you taking a biology class &lt;or any sci class w lab for that matter u guess. im not in chem just yet so i dont know if they have lab write ups too&gt; dont wait til the last minute. tho i wouldnt say im last minute just yet. its due dec 6th. but seein that ive been a lazy ass and havent done my write ups for, oh, the past month. i have about 10 write ups to do between now and dec 6th. jesus christ superstar. damn me for being a procrastinator and the laziest girl alive. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85070696?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85070696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85070696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85070696' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85038579</id><published>2002-11-24T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T20:50:22.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh!! studying for midterms is no fun! but that's really what i should be doing. in fact there are a lot of things i need to do...1.) read a 700 page novel, 2.) do my laundry, 3.) stop overusing the word, "random", 4.) learn to draw molecular orbitals, 5.) think of a way to publicly humiliate my brother mike and his friend, jim, 6.) take up my new hobby of hunting, so that i may one day become a xena style amazon woman, that's all i can think of now. back to the chemistry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85038579?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85038579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85038579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85038579' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85037249</id><published>2002-11-24T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T20:17:00.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, despite USC's touchdown six seconds into the game, and things not getting any better after that, the game was still tons of fun! As many of you probably know, we ran into an intersting old friend at the game, known to us now as "matthias". hahaha oh, and sorry about your hat ang. that sux.  and if anyone wants to see a really great play, come to up to visit us and go see "pearl". it's this modern snow white story-super funny, and very entertaining! see you all over thanksgiving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85037249?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85037249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85037249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85037249' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-85002330</id><published>2002-11-24T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T01:46:01.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys.  i just watched a dvd called &lt;i&gt;requirem of a dream&lt;/i&gt;... honestly the most disturbing movie ever.  it's very creepy, and it's very ugly... but i recommend it only because it will scare the shit outta any impulse you have to take drugs, or even just experiment.... MY GOD.... i am so bothered.  with that in mind, good night kids, time to go play marco polo in the dark!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-85002330?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85002330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/85002330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85002330' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84964368</id><published>2002-11-23T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T02:07:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry perez. i cannot relate to any of you large school kids. i got all my first choices. including field ornithology. ok so i just came back from this crazy craft 20%off sale thingy in pasadena, but since that  wasnt really all that happening, other than the crazy pregnant bear chasing us half way down the street, we went back to jazmins house. we being me jazmin + anthony the ray of lite. so we sat down to watchin a nice indie flick. tonites soup de jour was "pumpkin". i TOTALLY recommend this movie. it was sooo goood. one of those "oh man its so wrong for them to be together..but they seem so right for each other!" movies. and this made me realize, ive seen a lot of good indie flicks this year. and i know u doorm kids rent movies by the dozens, so keep an eye out for these fantasgreat ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the dangerous lives of alterboys**- no not a porno. a catholic high school kids coming of age story&lt;br /&gt;**secretary**- kinda kinky off beat love story about a secretary and her lawyer boss. the boss is played by that rich mean dude from pretty in pink!&lt;br /&gt;**tadpole**- entire movie shot on digital camara. about this 15 yr old boarding school boy who spouts voltaire and speaks french. but is also in love with his stepmother. oh and along the way he sleeps with her best freind...who is 40. kinda a reverse "the graduate"&lt;br /&gt;**me without you**- best friend movie. such a complicated relationship b/t these london teens i cant even describe it. best part is when they discover the other is sleeping with the same professor. "there is no me without you"&lt;br /&gt;**my big fat greek wedding**- cutest movie in the world. the hype is true.&lt;br /&gt;**pumpkin**- special olympic kid and sororiety girl fall in love with horrible repurcussions. &lt;br /&gt;**punchdrunk love**- perez can vouch for me on this one. its good, but left us with an indecisiveness. you have to see it to get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84964368?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84964368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84964368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84964368' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84953779</id><published>2002-11-22T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T19:08:08.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate STAR registration and all things Registrar.  Get this: last quarter, I took the normal classes needed for my major.  Eng, Bio, Chem, Math.  Because freshmen have NO priority whatsoever, the science classes I need to take for Biochem. . ALL FULL.  Can you believe that?  So I'm stuck taking a 7:10 am Post Civil War US History class, a one credit Self Defense class, then German Philosophy.  Damn STAR system. Those guys in the self defense class better watch out.  Leaving home at 6:00 to make a stupid class will build up some frustration in me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and erika. . .He taught me merengue.  So Crutch better watch out, I'll blow him away on the dance floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84953779?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84953779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84953779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84953779' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84913685</id><published>2002-11-21T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T23:57:41.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>most stressful hour ever! omg, all i wanted to do was watch the greatest show yet to be televised, ER! first, our damn tv wouldn't work, so i spent 15 minutes saying, "no, nooo!","where's the sound?!!","and "nooo, this is a good part!", and the random horizontal lines through dr. carter's face were no good either.  then i noticed that our next door neighbor, (yes, one of the three young men you read about in a previous post) was watching ER too, on his huge tv with perfect clarity, which really uspet me, so i went over to watch it with him, but he starts to tell me how his mom likes ER, but can't stand the gory scenes, and i'm all "haha, how funny", but really i was thinking, "yeah, that's nice, now let me watch the freaking show!". and then some annoying little girl came by and begged us to fill out this survey about whether or not we watch teen shows like dawson's creek, and what we think of them. arrrggg it's impossible to enjoy an episode of the award-winning ER in this place! last week mike called me 10 min into it. madness, i tell you. anyway, on the bright side, it was a super good episode, better than most of the recent ones. i'll be looking forward to watching the highly anticipated thanksgiving ER extravaganza at home, undisturbed on a large, working tv next week. hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84913685?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84913685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84913685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84913685' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84856525</id><published>2002-11-20T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T22:13:00.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel bad for not posting in so long, but frankly there hasn't been much to say. just some college randomness, like coconut ice cream in the dining hall. honestly, who eats coconut ice cream? so how 'bout those futures? i know you're touched. hehe. well, if by any chance you don't like them, too bad because that's just how it's gonna be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84856525?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84856525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84856525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84856525' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84836864</id><published>2002-11-20T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T14:32:19.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow i nearly forgot about our site.  i guess that would be because i have it bookmarked on aol and i never sign on to aol anymore.  hmm...you all must come visit me.  i have shared a million insane stories about sj with the peeps here and can you believe this...no one believes me!  well a couple of people do, but the majority all think i'm some sort of cronic liar.  am i making this up?  we actually did almost get raped by that psycho policeman at the beach and hit on by those farmer/hicks on the way to sac.  they also don't believe that we ever got put on lock down because of a naked man running around with a gun.  i need you guys to come verify all these stories.  just a random hilarious fact: pruna put this "comic strip" about food in our housing newsletter that was not funny at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84836864?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84836864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84836864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84836864' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355433540669867212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84722348</id><published>2002-11-18T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T12:20:36.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey kids!! omg i feel so disconnected to the world. get this, that wimpy piece of crap "storm" that hit LA a week or two ago totally ruined our phone lines. not to mention, it leaked into my room and now i have a stinky carpet. but thats a whole story in itself. damend great flood. so back to the phoen lines. so we have had no phone since that sunday. that was the 10th. it is now the 18th. AND piece of crap verizon wont send anyone over til this wednesday, the 20th. 10 DAYS WITH NO PHONE, NO INTERNET. im writing this from my wonderful workstudy job for the dean of students. so i get to use the comp when im done w my nowork. it is now officially less than a month til my surgery. its so funny cuz yesterday we had a family partay at my grammys and every1 was there. they would like, greet all my cousins, hug them, then turn to me and ask all seriously "so...are u ok? how are u doing?". i swear i wanted to flop around on the floor, clutch my throat and yell "THE THYROID ITS TRYING TO ESCAPE!!!!" but thats just me. well hope ur all having fun w ur phone lines and internet connections. carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84722348?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84722348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84722348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84722348' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84637572</id><published>2002-11-16T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T15:31:40.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im on my marathon library studying break, so ive decided to tell yall about my wild night.  well, for lack of anything else to do, a bunch of my floormates and i decided to go to the harry potter premiere in westwood.  just the night before, the stars of the movie had their own little premiere, and god knows why, but i accidently ended up on the red carpet after getting off the big blue bus--- it was like 10 or something and i had just got back from a girls night out type deal on third street... anyway, i quite possibly may have been on tv since i walked right by ron, the evil blond kid, and some fat dude my friend claims to have seen although i did not.  all in all, great random fun.  nevertheless, last night was outta control.  unable to have my way with the westwood crowd, we missed the 10:45 showing last night, and had to settle for the 12:15 show.  my friend cal and i decided to walk back up the mountain to our dorm and bring back smoothies for all our friends in line... plus his pants were falling off and he needed a belt.  turns out, my neighbors jp, hooman, and the random asian kid david--whom ive seen all of twice-- had some sort of drinking contest.  jp was face down on the bathroom floor unconscious.... hooman passed out on some girl's bed who's room happened to be empty and unlocked.... and no one could find david.  being friday night, no one was around whatsoever.  cal and i, freaking out... they appartely dozens of shots of hard liquer, some brand that sounds like a number, and were puking EVERYWHERE.  our ra wasnt home, our pa wasnt home, and our sha--our creepy trench coat med dude-- wasnt even around.  alas, two random people...ken and marlene... told us not to tell on them, that theyd have to call and ambulance, and that theyd for sure get written up.  instead, they told us to go watch our movie, and that theyd watch after them.  apparently, this happens all the time and it's no big deal according to them.  after the movie-- which was very very very cool by the way :) -- around 3 am-- we come back and our floor is literally in a state of chaos.  a fire truck and an ambulance had come and taken little david to the emergency room, and jp and hooman were trying to be revived.  they had thrown up all over my friends' chantal and pooja's room, without their knowing, thus the reason for give or take 7 crying girls in my room.... it was so out of control.  the boys restroom was completely trashed, and so now we the guys have to share our bathroom for the weekend.  i woke up around 10, and despite the rancid stench... everything seemed somewhat normal... get this, jp was playing video games.  that's so disgusting.  lil david is still in the hospital... he has really really bad alkie poisoning... his parents are coming down today.  everyone on my floor's super moody.  so the moral of the story is, ALCOHOL IS BAD, dont drink it please.... drunk people are SO scary.  have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84637572?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84637572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84637572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84637572' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84605303</id><published>2002-11-15T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T19:14:47.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so in case you guys were wondering, the word 'sexagenarian' means a person between the age of 60 and 70.  that is all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84605303?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84605303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84605303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84605303' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84499788</id><published>2002-11-13T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T17:09:32.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGELA!!!  from your friends at UCLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and just in case you're interested, your future looks very bright.  lisa and i discussed the details this afternoon over lunch.  no need to worry, your husband does not have a tail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84499788?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84499788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84499788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84499788' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84248366</id><published>2002-11-08T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T13:16:07.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone.  instead of wandering out in the pouring rain during the hour i have between classes, im in the library.... and my choices are a) 10 minute computer lab b)sleep in the reading room c) watch more african safari movies for class or d) study.  yeah, so here i am, but the whole sleep thing is starting to sound pretty good.  anyway, i just wanted to let all yall know, that several of us he kids have decided to go to bosco's homecoming game tonight at 7:30... it's nothing official... just a sort of spur of the moment get together... everyone who wants to come can and should come.  we're meeting everyone there... call my cell to find where we're sitting.  it will be great fun.  we'll probably go to dinner afterwards... either tgi fridays, in and out, or dennys... for obvious reasons.  anyway, that is my story.  and i think i've been on this computer for more than 10 minutes, ehh i dont care... people like waiting in lines.  it's good for them.  oh man, philosophy was extra long today... something about plato differientiating between injury and injustice and why he shouldnt break out of jail since the greeks are going to kill him for influecing little boys.  you can die now.  yes! 45 minutes until chemistry... and then i get to walk back up the mountain and get soaking wet.  unfortunately erika, it's not raining men....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84248366?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84248366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84248366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84248366' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-84190101</id><published>2002-11-07T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T13:24:57.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its funny how i NEVER write in this even though im the one who made it... sheesh... anyway, we should have field trip days where we visit someone's dorm for a day... but all of us go... haha.... and whoever we're visiting must provide us with a lil tour or whatnot... good idea? haha im just bored... and i wanna visit amber and olivia cuz they seem to have a lot of fun... i wanna visit diane's too cuz chloe is there etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the OG sac group:&lt;br /&gt;we should go to sacramento (or frisco) in january again... spring classes dont start till the 24th of jan. or so... seriously, we should do it... haha even tho i know it will cost a lot... we can fly... and visit rachel in berkley... yeah? k lets go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-84190101?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84190101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/84190101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84190101' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-83942694</id><published>2002-11-02T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T19:31:28.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday night.  no lindsay, no sarah.  no cecie, jules, pooja, hooman, mince, jp, nor anyone.  no noise.  no sanity.  JUST DAMNED PHILOSOPHY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-83942694?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83942694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83942694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83942694' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-83543897</id><published>2002-10-25T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T22:57:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, does anyone know what a Fowler's position is? its the position theyre going to put me in after the surgery and id like to know how uncomfortable this will be. i know it has something to do with how air gets to your lungs, but is it with my neck craned back? or sideways? please reply if you know. thanx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-83543897?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83543897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83543897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83543897' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-83340683</id><published>2002-10-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T00:00:54.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not sure that 3 or 4 months of summer has changed the boys our age that much, but i do think bosco was simply a breed of mostly immature guys. and i say mostly because mike and i had deep convos all the time. esp after we watched the exorcist. we talked about the church, being demented and all kinds of stuff that made us think. and i agree, those convos that make you think are awesome! in fact, they're homerific!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-83340683?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83340683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83340683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83340683' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-83149499</id><published>2002-10-17T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T19:56:55.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my freind joe + i were having this random discussion about if people need to socialize or if they can live as selfsufficient beings. my viewpoint is that people need people. havent you ever seen those sad videos of abused kids that have been locked away in a closet for 5 years of their lives, and they come out babbling and dirty, unable to function in the real world? he said that as long as one is self-sufficeint, anyone can be on their own for their entire lives. i love conversations that end up making you think but not change your opinion of anything. would any of us ever have been able to talk like that with high school boys? i think not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-83149499?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83149499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83149499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83149499' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-83109395</id><published>2002-10-17T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T02:19:42.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to all my classes today...and lisa's too! yea, six total. it was just like high school, without the uniforms and with three times as much chemistry. so let me tell you about my day...9:00am chem discussion with my friend akram boukai. best ta ever! i swear if it weren't for him, i'd be failing that class. 10am chem lecture with neuhauser...the pysco reptilian looking man who says tita instead of theta...arrrg...11am lunch with my friend lisa at the bombshelter, where this psycho lady three tables away was screaming, she was talking so loud, i was about to move...12pm visited lisa's philosophy lecture which actually turned out to be really interesting "things that you can think about exist, and things you can't think think about don't exist", but her professor needs to stop patting his head during class, it's super annoying...1pm my math lecture where i hear about how assymptotes are exactly like the center divider on the freeway, beacuse you can't hit them, but want to get as close as possible (all this from the lady who names her kids austin and dallas, and the dog houston)...2pm here comes the fun part-i sat in on lisa's chem lecture-omg her prof is quite possibly the coolest man ever! he has this sexy little accent and soothing voice, this guy is the indiana jones of chemistry, extremely smart, explains way better than my cold-blooded reptilian prof (who, by the way, was ranked the 8th worst teacher in all of UCLA), and, get this, at the end of the class, he busts out his electric guitar and starts playing all pro! going be visiting his class a lot from now on!...3pm italian lit discussion. this was pretty average, notes on the theatre and this playwright, goldoni.  and that was all for my super long day, but honestly, it was pretty fun, and surprisingly i wasn't even that tired after all my adventures!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-83109395?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83109395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/83109395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83109395' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82941288</id><published>2002-10-13T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T18:09:02.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is from "my big fat greek wedding"&lt;br /&gt;the man may be the head of the household&lt;br /&gt;but the woman is the neck&lt;br /&gt;and the neck can make the head turn any way she pleases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82941288?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82941288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82941288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82941288' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82935941</id><published>2002-10-13T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T15:35:26.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82935941?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82935941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82935941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82935941' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82912751</id><published>2002-10-12T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T23:46:34.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HORRRAYYYYY my computer is back!! i am so happy i want to pee my pants. carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82912751?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82912751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82912751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82912751' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82876829</id><published>2002-10-11T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T23:48:09.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh brother...national coming out day has become this huge thing in the shire.  last night people were hiding in closets, cuboards, even the bathroom so that they could "come out" at midnight.  freaky people.  i told them all about the chalk letters at the science quad at ucla and now there is a huge poster hanging in the living room with the "can't think straight...be gay" on it.  OMG  this poster is currently being used to cover up the words "shire orgy" that someone wrote in permanent marker on the wall.  insane people.  really tho, they're cool.  i'll sure miss them when i get kicked out b/c i failed chemistry.  i had my first test today...so hard.  i'm not even kidding.  of course my roommate was "oh it was so easy!"  thankfully someone else told her to shut up so i didn't have to.  &amp; this was after she felt the urge to read me her entire english paper because she thought it would provide me with inspiration to write my own.  *rolls eyes*  why me?&lt;br /&gt;on another note...someone living in the shire has a crush on me.  the bad news:  its nerd boy.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!   he follows me around and asks me questions.  the sad thing is is that he's super brilliant, just somewhat mentally retarded.  he hypervenilates when he laughs.  i feel really bad for him.  i'm nice to him and all, but again...why me? WHY ME???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82876829?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82876829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82876829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82876829' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355433540669867212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82767638</id><published>2002-10-09T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T20:09:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, it's national coming out week here at ucla, and the pressure is making us wanna come out ourselves even tho we're not gay!  in  huge chalk letters on the ground in the middle of the science quad: "Q:can't think straight? A: be gay!", on the library wall, "queer and proud of it!", and on the benches, "hey you, come out now!".   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82767638?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82767638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82767638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82767638' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82714143</id><published>2002-10-08T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T17:24:30.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waking up early is so hard to do! i seriously don't know how i was up and in class thinking by 8 every day last year...i thought 9:10 days meant sleeping in...not even! i have trouble getting up for my 10am chem lecture these days...lindsay and i actually got there at 10:06 on monday b/c we slept in until 9:45. it's the saddest thing. we don't even go to bed that late...always before 2am. we really are becoming old ladies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82714143?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82714143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82714143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82714143' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82639719</id><published>2002-10-07T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T08:24:19.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipping out on class is quite fun. especially if its you're skippin out on the 8am math class w the crazy gay goth professor w purple hair. love not seeing that 1st thing in the morning. sheesh. too bad i woke up at regular time and was just too lazy to leave the house at 7:45am. i wonder if living on campus would make it easier. probly not. im just a lazy-ass by trait and probly would use that as an excuse too. "ah its too close. ill just sleep in an extra minute". yes i am rambling. probly cuz its too damned early. well i have a 9am class so i guess ill go to that one. boourns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82639719?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82639719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82639719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82639719' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82610198</id><published>2002-10-06T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T16:19:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you guys have no idea.  sarah can tell you all what ive had to go through this past week.  so many boys, so little time.  just kidding.  but still....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82610198?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82610198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82610198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82610198' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82603061</id><published>2002-10-06T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T12:54:15.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like we're all having college boy problems. . Seriously, life at SJ was good, not having to worry about socialising with males. . Oh wait. . .Well. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82603061?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82603061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82603061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82603061' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82599418</id><published>2002-10-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T11:04:59.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn college boys. theyre so confusing. not to mention nice, interesting, some are even quite hot. it was way easier going to the all-girls school, where there were no boys to make u feel anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82599418?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82599418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82599418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82599418' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82484129</id><published>2002-10-03T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T14:12:46.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everybody! i haven't posted in forever.  i know you've all heard about my psycho roommate who sleeps hella early, watches freaky movies and ims my friends.  if you haven't, im me and i'll fill you in.  thanks for the love guys,  it means so much especially in this crazy, insane world of college.  i've never walked so much in my whole life.  i have several blisters and am only able to wear flip flops because of them.  everything seems somehow to be uphill, never any down hill treks.  so yes sarah and lisa i feel you about the hills.  i have no idea where the parking lot around here is b/c i don't have a car but it has to be up some hill somewhere.  uci's teachers are just about a freaky as sj's.  my chem professor is a NUTCASE.  he's a clean/safety/health freak.  i don't know why he's a chemist b/c it seems like the dangers of a chem lab would be overwhelming for him.  my calc professor is sooo not together.  he hardly shows up half the time and the other half makes things i supposedly already know look like greek.  the only cool teacher is my humanities TA, daryl.  coolest man ever!  he doesn't' believe in hw.  so while everyone else is stressing out over this discovery task thing we're supposed to do, i can sit back b/c daryl thinks its a worthless waste of time.  THANK YOU GOD!!!!!!  one sane man.  the ppl here in my hall are a motly crew.  they're all really nice, except my roommate who treats me like i'm 2.  really i think i can find the bathroom by myself thanks.  enough ranting for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82484129?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82484129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82484129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82484129' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355433540669867212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82477987</id><published>2002-10-03T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T11:48:48.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid vitamins.  the only thing they are good for are making urine atomic yellow.  i was vaccuuming my room and when i emptied the container for the filth the vaccuum sucked up, i found a softball sized gathering of stray hair.  i swear, by the end of the year, i will be balder than Dr. Phil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82477987?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82477987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82477987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82477987' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82401695</id><published>2002-10-01T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T15:41:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND the rubix cube is finally solved.  we may all live in peace now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82401695?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82401695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82401695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82401695' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82332001</id><published>2002-09-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T14:45:19.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>allow me to warn everyone in advance...when you come to visit, wear comfy shoes. i'm not kidding. we live on a gargantuan mountain, the only way up is the stairs and i think the parking lot is in some valley a mile away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82332001?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82332001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82332001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82332001' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82264919</id><published>2002-09-29T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T01:17:17.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>natalie wood is an old-tyme golden age of hollywood actress. she was maria in 'west side story' and deenie in 'splendor in the grass'. she dies under really tragic circumstances. seein that she never learned how to swim, it was a shock to everyone to find out she had been found dead, drowned after a yachting trip. she was terrified of water, which makes it an even more shocking thing that they found her dead in water. hmm, lets see what else was cool about natalie wood. she was 1/2 russian i think. and got married a good 4 times. and why do i know all this random stuff about natalie wood? simple my dahlings. i saw it all on E hollywood true story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82264919?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82264919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82264919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82264919' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82258866</id><published>2002-09-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T21:20:32.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is random, I KNOW!  but does anyone else agree with the creepy chick on my floor in my bearing an insane resemblance to natalie wood?  who is natalie wood...?  i dont even know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82258866?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82258866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82258866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82258866' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82179842</id><published>2002-09-26T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T22:39:51.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhoh looks like i spoke too soon. and now, i have to get another biopsy (or bibopsy, according to "my big fat greek wedding". hah) next tues. stupid hard thyroid. will it ever end? apparently not. pray for me! i hope to be cancer free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82179842?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82179842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82179842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82179842' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82128512</id><published>2002-09-25T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T20:37:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my radioactive iodine test scan thingy came to a close 2day. horray! turns out the 3 cm nodule on my left side of the thyroid is nothing more than random tissue. it doesnt work as part of the thyroid or anything. and basically theyre gonna put me on meds to regulate the crazy thing. one horrible wednesday down, one more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82128512?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82128512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82128512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82128512' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-82022955</id><published>2002-09-23T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T22:11:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're all moved in! so far it's been fun. our roomate lindsay is way cool.  last nite we saw all all the "black sunday" frat party insanity. there were cops and firemen all over, and literally about 5,000 people walking back and forth down this tiny sidewalk trying to get into a party. madness, i tell ya. lisa opened the wrong door at the end of the stairs and set off the emergency alarm, which scared the shit outta us! so that was hilarious. then today, lisa and i decided to go find out where all our classes were. sadly, we chose to do this from noon until 2 - the hottest hours of the day! we have definetely hit our prime! we walked up millions of stairs and hills, and i swear by the time we got back in the room, we had lost half our sanity. then, we went to this new student assembly and learned the school cheers, and other random things. and we got to see the school mascots. there's a boy bear and a girl bear. the boy is fine but the girl has this little blue skirt on and shakes her but when she walks-it's quite disturbing. lisa did not like it at all. afterwards they had a free barbeque, and as we were leaving this lemonade bottle full of dry ice exploded 2 feet away and one girl got it on her skin and this psycho food service lady called the ems team to make sure she was safe.  everyone thought it was a bomb. haha! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-82022955?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82022955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/82022955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82022955' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81954501</id><published>2002-09-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T10:07:51.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>most random saturday ever!! ok so me and a couple of whittier kids wanted to go shoppin in the downtown LA alleys. so we're there, checkin out the detail when jazmin calls. see the nite before (friday) was marilyn manson opening of his art exhibit. and he was gonna be there as a meet and greet. well jazmin stood in line for i dont know how many hours and didnt get in. so everyone who didnt get in received a ticket to come the next day to meet him. so jazmin called while i was in LA and asks me if could go down there with her cuz ray of lite bailed out on her. so i was like sure thats fine, but my whittier freinds are with me. the whittier kids decided that they would just walk around and explore hollywood blvd since the gallery was rite there. so we get there and surpise! jazmin has ray of lite with her, and 4 extra tickets! so me and my whittier freinds got to get in. i shook marilyn manson's hand. got 3 autographs. all my freinds got pictures with him (i didnt because i was the one taking them!) and then after that, jazmin and i parted ways and me and the whittier kids went to the manns chinese theatre. there was a guy giving away free tickets to see... BOB SAGETS NEW TV SHOW!! so of course we had to go and watch it! my freind shannon got hypnotized! it was hilarious. it was such a random day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81954501?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81954501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81954501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81954501' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81891800</id><published>2002-09-20T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T15:54:52.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, you forgot the "fresh outta the tub"  even tho i was asleep when all that was happening.  um...how about joanne and christina posing with the mail box,  katerina never chipping in for parking money, our permanent seating arrangements, lisa buying the condom at hard rock, ms. mullikin's wierd mood swings, the random farm boys that waved at us, the random picture of me sleeping, joanne getting stuck on that rock as the tide came in...that is all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81891800?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81891800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81891800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81891800' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355433540669867212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81857910</id><published>2002-09-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T22:15:32.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random sacramento trip memories:&lt;br /&gt;- charades&lt;br /&gt;- late nite gossip fest in the downstairs lobby&lt;br /&gt;- fighting over who had to have katarina in their room&lt;br /&gt;-"oh... but ur tired, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;- "WHY ARE YOU CALLING SO EARLY?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;- makeovers&lt;br /&gt;- joanne's fantasy about breaking her leg on the moors and being rescued by a man on white horse&lt;br /&gt;- crazy banjo music&lt;br /&gt;- crazy san fran bums and fishermans wharf vendors (anyone want some crab?)&lt;br /&gt;- worthless murder mystery dinner&lt;br /&gt;- young future senators of america &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to add your own. im sure i left out a bunch. this winter break, we HAVE to go back!! its now an HE tradition that we do sumthin the last week of january. there, one of the el presidentes deem it so. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81857910?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81857910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81857910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81857910' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81806127</id><published>2002-09-18T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T21:07:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, memories. remember back in the day when we had crap summer reading books, mr ortega was more commonly known as "the new guy", erika and i were still lab partners in anatomy, when we finally came to the realization that bosco games were way boring and we all went to in-n-out instead and nina told us to mix things together to make fake vomit and throw it on people's lawns to kill the grass, lovely white in anatomy, listening to erika's '80's music and harassing the 8th graders in the same class, mendez's little physics magic tricks before we realized he was a perv, english class survivor, trading places and lies about extra credit in english, teacher nicknames, and this brings me to october... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81806127?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81806127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81806127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81806127' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81760691</id><published>2002-09-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T22:58:46.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my crazy thyroid!! ughhh i have to undergo yet more tests. but this time itll be a 2 day, come back every 2 hours kind. ok so 8am next tues i have to take a radioactive iodine pill. and then come back at 10am and 1pm for them to take pix of the stupid thyroid to see how much iodine it sucks up or not. they have to see the stupid thing in action. and then the next day i have to come back YET AGAIN at 8am and again at 10am and 1pm for them to take more pix. when will this end? the scariest thing is that i most likely will have to get the thing removed. ugh not fair. why cant i have a normal thyroid, like john ritter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81760691?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81760691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81760691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81760691' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81754611</id><published>2002-09-17T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T20:14:52.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how weird is this? I received a letter of acceptance from my school today...the severe tardiness of it is appalling.  and going along with the theme of geriatrics, let's feel like old ladies and reminisce about our favorite memories from Senior year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81754611?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81754611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81754611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81754611' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81734367</id><published>2002-09-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T11:58:32.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well today i had to get my blood drawn yet again to make sure the tests werent wrong. crazy thyroid. anyways. i always get way woosy when they take my blood or anyone elses for that matter. and it happnd again. so the nice lil old lady nurse, after drawing my blood asked "oh how u feeling dearie?" "oh i feel kinda woosy, but i always get like..." "HERE SMELL THIS" and she put this small white package that looked like a portable salt packet and i breathed in and it BURRRNED. i started to cough and my eyes all teared up. it was horrible! so the nurse was like "ok we're gonna go into a room. i want u to lie down."  honestly, a cup of water would have sufficed. but no, my nose hairs had to get burned off and the stupid salt packet thingy (which she later told me was ammonia) just made things worse. crazy thyroid is more trouble than its worth. so yea i get meds FINALLY for my indecisive thyroid. ill keep u kids posted on what they put me on. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81734367?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81734367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81734367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81734367' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81664837</id><published>2002-09-16T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T02:27:26.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after exploring the school website of kaitlyn, i am most saddened. damn 150 year old k-12 schools with 3 full libraries, 115 athletic teams (more than most colleges), real college counselors and workshops, school colors of buff and blue (don't even ask), and a women's air rifle team. they have a whole builing just to house all the athletic awards!  it's the size of some colleges.  i am overcome with jealousy. sj's site cannot hold a candle to this extravagance. oh, and to all my fellow jetsers-we went to a blue ribbon school, and don't you forget it!!! our only pride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81664837?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81664837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81664837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81664837' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81664765</id><published>2002-09-16T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T12:55:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so. it's 2 in the morning... and sarah and i are sitting here green eyed and shaking our heads in shame.  using my creepy stalker skills for good, i found kate's school website... and we've been drooling over it's perfection ever since.  it's this super high tech college prep academy-- noted to have one of the largest athletic programs in the nation-- that's full of super gifted children, 99% of whom go to prestigious colleges. okay, this means, there was actual learning at this place... it means no crazy useless teacher peds, real teachers.  and it's hilarious cause sarah and i are sitting here in crazy depression.  it's like our crazy lebo/goth/clepto/druggie jokes about her have done a total 180 and bit us in the butt.  sigh, underpriveleged and stupid. not cool, not cool at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81664765?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81664765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81664765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81664765' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81663476</id><published>2002-09-16T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T01:10:22.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lisa, i think i have found the reasoning behind your abnormally strange dreams-you probably sleep with your head towards the south-and as for everyone else, learn how the direction you sleep affects you-read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the art of Feng Shui "depending on your needs at the time, you may find it beneficial to sleep with your head aligned with the directions of north, south, east, or west. While north is often considered teh best direction in which to sleep, the other directions also offer their own special benefits:&lt;br /&gt;NORTH-strengthens physical health and vitality&lt;br /&gt;SOUTH-awakens intuition and the ability to recall dreams and memories&lt;br /&gt;EAST-increases energy levels and balances sluggishness and depression&lt;br /&gt;WEST-enhances relaxation and balances stress and restlessness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so all old ladies should sleep facing the north from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81663476?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81663476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81663476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81663476' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81660712</id><published>2002-09-15T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T23:12:44.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sept 16th is mexican indepedence day! so monday, wish all those mejicans in your life buena suerte (thats good luck for all u gringas out there) and make sure not to go near huntington park, bell, south gate, or olvera street. especially in short skirts (steph this means you. heehee) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81660712?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81660712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81660712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81660712' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81644080</id><published>2002-09-15T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T15:29:21.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay for the beach! even if we are getting old, and had to come home early for our afternoon naps. it made me think how we all have to keep in touch and have dorm sleepovers, and more beach days next summer. HE 'till the death! one week and counting for us UC kids...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81644080?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81644080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81644080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81644080' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81634224</id><published>2002-09-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T10:03:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i totally agree with sarahs assumption that we've all pretty much have passed our physical peak. i mourn for us all. its so sad i cant even stay awake past midnite anymore. its turned into a struggle. and yawning on the dancefloor at clubs isnt exactly attractive so. i am very sad with this bit of news. seems like its all downhill from now... anyone else turning into an old lady? someone pass the prunes, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81634224?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81634224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81634224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81634224' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81621390</id><published>2002-09-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T22:51:57.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I hate to admit it, the car ride back was the best ever.  Lisa and I, holding on for dear life, Sarah laughing at us, and Joanne giggling and telling us to shut up at the same time.  Omg, I have never met anyone who, while muttering that there were cops lurking about, go 100 mph.  Ooh.  And Lisa and I discovered  who we are.  I say you're more oval, Lis.  And that is all.  Yay for beach outings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81621390?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81621390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81621390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81621390' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81577240</id><published>2002-09-13T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T18:12:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont forget the beach tomorrow!!! wear your cutie outfits or whatnot... we will be frolicking on the sand... we are actually ALL going in this time... er, at least dip your feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man college is freaking fun... and im taking this english 100 class that i dont need cuz i passed the AP english test... but i LIKE that class... those people are fun... so im thinking of staying there... what do you think? move to a higher class or stay at my comfy nice REGULAR class...? decisions decisions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k well if any of you havent seen this one french movie yet... GO WATCH IT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bathwater.net/blog/amelie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81577240?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81577240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81577240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81577240' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81570981</id><published>2002-09-13T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T14:51:06.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boredom...must start school soon. i have now taken up video games. it's just embarassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81570981?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81570981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81570981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81570981' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81562285</id><published>2002-09-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T11:00:56.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow i learned a valuable lesson today... never go clubbin the day before you have an 8am math quiz! god!! my eyes sooo burn rite now i cant even go back to sleep. and then, in discussion in my writing class, i was so incoherent i swear the rest of my mentor group probly thought i was a babbling idiot. so..word to the wise... if you go clubbing on a weekday, make sure you're able to skip your 8am class the next day!! but hey... tigerheat is well worth it. haha there was this asian guy in an american flag outfit (jacket, pants..total tourist!) with his pants to mid-asscrack and jazmin threw a penny down his crack!! ha and we stood by watchin him fish it out! it was a riot. and we also found out the real names of the wacko regulars, such as strand (gay guy w a ugly flat top but 1 long strand of curly hair in the middle of his forehead), crutches (tj guy who umm.. walks around on polio crutches. somethings wrong w his legs i suppose) and the rooster (an asian we cant tell is a boy in drag or a chik w no hips). it was one crazy nite.. and well worth the lack of sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81562285?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81562285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81562285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81562285' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81537116</id><published>2002-09-12T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T20:22:32.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, i heard the craziest piece of gossip today.  i have no idea where he got his numbers, but supposedly 95% of all disneyland employees are homosexual!! hahaha. . . this is all according to my friend josh, the campy pink parade flamingo.  ive heard many many underground disneyland stories today. . .the stuff youd only know if you were on the inside.  ask me for details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81537116?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81537116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81537116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81537116' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81528298</id><published>2002-09-12T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T16:36:10.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess who has to order a fridge for their roomate's KOSHER food?!  my buddy andrew! 6'4" jewish roomate=a visit to UCI for me! how totally exciting! anyway, are we still having a picnic tomorrow? please send me the details if we are. jewish boys rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81528298?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81528298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81528298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81528298' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81484320</id><published>2002-09-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T18:28:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the world needs now, is love, sweet love.  &lt;br /&gt;it's the only thing that there's just to little of. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.time.com/time/covers/1101020909/aintro.html &lt;br /&gt;the daughter. the soldier. the muslim teen.  &lt;br /&gt;all we need is love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81484320?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81484320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81484320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81484320' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81371844</id><published>2002-09-09T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T14:00:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have we settled on a location yet? I'll bring my massive collection of cheap water guns.  Oh and btw- if anyone has any fun date ideas, please share.  If not, I'll have to settle with Erika's idea of feeding ducks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81371844?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81371844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81371844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81371844' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81286995</id><published>2002-09-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T12:39:38.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[[ ATTENTION FELLOW HONORS ELITE MEMBERS ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be an HE picnic held this &lt;font color="red"&gt;FRIDAY the 13th&lt;/font&gt; at 3:00 in the PM! this will be a potluck so please bring good stuff.... (seafood dip, amber!) we will also have like water balloon fights... PLEASE spread the word! especially those who do not check out this site or the "inactives"... this is a chance for us to unite one last time before leaving for college... come on, guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suggestions on WHERE this will be is still open... we were thinking maybe heritage park, CPE, cerritos regional park, a beach? whatever you guys want... call me on my cellie... or just comment on this post! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81286995?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81286995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81286995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81286995' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81249500</id><published>2002-09-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T13:03:54.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>speaking of luke wilson, guess who is going to be filming a movie at the best university ever? yep, luke himself. i think we shall have to try to sneak a picture or two without looking like stalkers either.  so i've been watching a ton of movies lately (damn all of you who are already in colllege!), including both the old and new oceans 11, actually i kinda like the old done with the rat pack better, it's much funnier.  all i have to say, steph, is watch your back if the power cuts out. i also watched van wilder, which was also filmed at the best school ever, and you can totally make out the "helicopter landing pad" and jem's (or jam's, whatever) steps. oh, and lisa, i'm pretty sure van stepped on the sixth step, and he was in college for 7 years, so beware!! and then i watched my favorite ever movie, indiana jones and the last crusade. i wish i had insane professors, and crazy classes to write about, but, alas, i do not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81249500?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81249500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81249500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81249500' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81240959</id><published>2002-09-06T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T09:16:25.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankly, I could do with never having summer end, but the only thing is i need something to do.  I went and got my school books.  calculus is soooooooo heavy.  i hope that class is close to my dorm.  &lt;br /&gt;I got my new laptop! Its so cool.  i can't wait to use it for something that actually counts for something.  Oh and guess what else!  I'm going to las vegas next weekend.  my aunt lives there and i'm going to visit her.  its gonna be so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81240959?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81240959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81240959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81240959' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355433540669867212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81224518</id><published>2002-09-05T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T22:45:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tennis is my new fav sport... but only cuz my instructor is SO DAMNED HOT!! omg he looks like luke wilson w green/blue eyes, softer features and light brown hair. ill try to take a pic of him w/o lookin like a stalker or a crazed bitch (a sense of humour is a wonderful thing, no?). man i love college. and sarah, i totally feel ya on that whole "it needs to start!" feeling. once it does, its so great. ha listen to me. its my 1st day. i havent even had my real classes yet! in either case.... TENNIS ROCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81224518?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81224518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81224518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81224518' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81112936</id><published>2002-09-03T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T16:34:25.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>horray!! i now feel like i am officially starting college. i registered for my classes today, which include an 8am alg 2 style math class (i am now branded a moron) every mon wed + fri. and tennis tues + thurs. im excited and cant wait to start my classes! except for that math one. the bio + required frosh writing class shouldnt be too bad. and tennis..well a 10am class in the hot sun isnt exactly my cup of tea but hey. self defense was filled so tennis seemed like the next best thing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81112936?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81112936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81112936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81112936' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81068303</id><published>2002-09-02T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T18:56:28.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid so. cal. edison! we had a brown out for 2 hours last nite, and i just happened to be watching an especially good episode of my new favorite show, trading spaces.  no light, no fans, no opening the refridgerator for a drink of water. torture, i tell you. anyway, it's too hot. must have HE beach day soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81068303?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81068303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81068303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81068303' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-81005167</id><published>2002-09-01T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T14:47:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our garage sell went well yesterday. my parents made me get up at six to put stuff out, so needless to say, i slept for the majority of the afternoon.  but we went to ikea in the evening, so i was happy! got most of the last minute dorm supplies. i never thought that i would say this, but this summer must end soon! 4 and a half month summers are outta control! nothing left to do, and i need some kind of order in my life. 22 more days.after visiting ang i really want to move into my dorm too. steph, watch out for false email addresses. don't worry erika, they always save the fun of sex ed for the last day, and, lisa, whatever you do, DON'T step on the sixth step!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-81005167?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81005167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/81005167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81005167' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80984938</id><published>2002-08-31T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T23:48:25.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys! my first day of orientation is officially over. man...LONGEST DAY EVER!! and the friggin 100% humidity made the day just creep on even longer. despite the many worthless activities, senior retreat style groups, and too many lectures to attend to count, i had a blast. i found out there are 250 or so students in my freshman class. theres about 800 in the entire school. bizarre. i havent had a sex ed lecture just yet, but hey. theres 4 more days left. tomoree i take my math placement exam. basic algebra, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80984938?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80984938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80984938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80984938' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80984134</id><published>2002-08-31T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T23:14:54.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay... so like is anyone busy on the night of november 15th?  only cool kids need apply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80984134?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80984134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80984134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80984134' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80974972</id><published>2002-08-31T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T18:03:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurray!! i FINALLY got my housing stuff...darn the slowness of the uci housing office.  my roommate is (if anyone cares): Megan A. Rounds of Murrieta, CA.  she lives on the way to the mountains...shes a valedictorian, national merit finalist and a governor's scholar, whatever that is...  i'm relieved...she seems normal..not that i've actually had contact with her yet, but i think she shall be a good roomie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80974972?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80974972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80974972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80974972' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00355433540669867212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80908564</id><published>2002-08-30T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T00:45:53.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldn't agree more. he's so cocky, and tries to play with people's minds so they'll pity him, not unlike certain teachers we've had. Anyway, the white stripes lego-rific video so should have won. that was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80908564?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80908564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80908564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80908564' title=''/><author><name>the chemist</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80907452</id><published>2002-08-29T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T23:53:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god!  honestly.  eminem is an idiot who needs to die.  ee gads, i so want to poke his eyes out.  oh, and then freakin pink wins with her stupid party song.  justin learned to dance. . . and i was totally feeling the hat action.  heath ledger looked as hot as ever. . .christina aguilera was wearing a napkin. and that is all.  but i really hate him guys. . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80907452?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80907452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80907452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80907452' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80859894</id><published>2002-08-28T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T23:23:27.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this weekend at the hollywood athletic club is a HUGE labor day bash. it combines clockwork orange (80s club), perversion (goth club) and velvet (campy pop club) under one roof. its $12 methinx. tons of fun. just thought u guys would want something cool to do on sunday nite. i went to the memorial day bash and that was fun. dancing by himself goes. a must-see. ha. i may or may not go. depends on how tired i am from my friggin 2nd day of orientation. it would be only my 2nd of the 5. silly quakers. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80859894?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80859894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80859894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80859894' title=''/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850461212146170492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80857627</id><published>2002-08-28T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T22:07:10.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ding dong the witch is dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80857627?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80857627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80857627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80857627' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80857389</id><published>2002-08-28T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T21:59:37.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orientation was a lot more fun than i expected it to be.  Aside from the lame/annoying coordinator and the OL's doing their rendition of an Eminem song (TWICE), it was super ultra terrific.  I met this halfie (white mejican) named &lt;i&gt;Morgan&lt;/i&gt; Gonzalez.  He had blue eyes and smelled nice.  It was fun.  We made fun of people together.  Then I realized how much of a nerd I was, when I figured I was one out of 150 taking Biochem.  I'm so alone.  Morgan is a psych major.  Sadness.  OH And I also met this guy named Jerrod.  We had a fun time figuring out words that rhymed with Jerrod.  *sigh* My eyes are burning must go sleep now.  Nite, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80857389?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80857389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80857389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80857389' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80756966</id><published>2002-08-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T19:31:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes, the new faculty. . there's a new magana, another smith. . .edgar-fat says there are 15 new teachers, and next year, might usher in even newer ones.  hah a blue ribbon school whose teachers want to leave by the dozens.  that's so sad. and of course, i know this because of my super ultra terrific faculty powers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80756966?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80756966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80756966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80756966' title=''/><author><name>Margarita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15146548398333229431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415838.post-80718728</id><published>2002-08-25T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T23:37:03.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I"M BACK FOR GOOD GUYS!!  45 squared is 2025.  655 squared is 429025.  385535 squared is 1.486X10^11.  that's rite, i'm a squaring machine. . .back off, i'm spoken for.  perez, colin is quite sexy, but i'm sure things will start looking good for you too. you know.  anyway, chicago was exhausting. . .i'm so narcalyptic now.  the housekeeper james, called me miss newon despite my pleas.  i was forced into 4 hour-12 course-dinners every nite. . . they even made me wear dresses and curl my hair. . . just to eat.  it was outta control.  the sister's apartment smells like feet.  met the boyfriend, he's adorable.  i read some doc on sept 11th plane crashes while i was on the flight home. . . made me sick to my stomach.  and now i am home to find that my roomate's lindsey,  the shady hawaiian girl who has pseudo email addresses.  damn it, what did &lt;i&gt;lindsey&lt;/i&gt;-if that's her real name- do with kaitlyn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415838-80718728?l=honorselite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80718728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415838/posts/default/80718728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorselite.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80718728' title=''/><author><name>lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719859159329369613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
