<?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-7379042484845489223</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:30:59.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggity Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-5244797343262547675</id><published>2011-04-13T19:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:10:19.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being honest.</title><content type='html'>I love Dancing With The Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Arizona in May! I've never been to Arizona and I am REALLY excited to have a little vacation. I would also like to go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be 27 at the end of the month and we are also thinking about taking a little weekend trip. It's just a thought. It would be fun and I guess like an anniversary since that's when Jason proposed to me last year. Birthday proposal FTW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is "taco" night. I bought some Boca Crumbles and am looking to do some damage. Jason is picking up some Daiya shredded cheddar cheese, I am so SO excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked by our old apartment today on the way back from Giant Eagle and it looks like someone has moved in. It was kind of weird. I grew intensely curious as to what the inside looks like. But when I got home it looked even better to me. Old apartment, you were hideous. New apartment/townhouse/rowhouse, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-5244797343262547675?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5244797343262547675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=5244797343262547675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5244797343262547675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5244797343262547675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-being-honest.html' title='Just being honest.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-8800180988272750087</id><published>2011-02-21T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:44:56.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>I have learned an important new life lesson. Once you begin drinking only light beer in preparation for your upcoming wedding and then one night you decide to drink all Magic Hat #9, it WILL ruin your life the next day because let's face it Gina, you aren't 21 anymore. Hangovers aren't something that just exist in the morning and can be easily cured by some Tylonel. Oh no, you will be out the entire day and waste a beautiful Sunday and not be able to eat ANYTHING. Just give me my rocking chair and yarn now. I've been beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is a long weekend which is nice since Sunday basically did not exist for me. Jason and I are going to be cleaning out our evil closet. You know how most people have a junk drawer? We kind of have a junk closet. Though not everything in it is junk. There is a lot of stuff in it. I just don't know. We have to prepare for our move! Two streets down FTW. So excited! We signed the lease on Saturday! I will post pics once we finally get the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now and shower and get ready to head out to el rob. (Robinson TWP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Beiber fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-8800180988272750087?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8800180988272750087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=8800180988272750087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8800180988272750087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8800180988272750087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-11868421844413687</id><published>2011-02-11T18:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:04:21.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickled.</title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;I just made black bean burgers for dinner. I used the recipe from the Veganomicon and I think they are delicious. Hopefully Jason does too since that is what he is (unknowingly) having for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday. Friday is the most beautiful day of the week. After Jason gets home and consumes some of my AMAZING black bean burgers we are going to go to the Cage and meet up with Claire &amp;amp; Josh. We will then most likely consume some adult beverages. I'm excited since I have been sick for like 2 weeks and have not gone out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day is on Monday. I don't really care about it, I never have. If I am given flowers they will probably die in 3 days and if given chocolate then Jason and I will eat it all and feel fat. We usually just go out to eat somewhere awesome. Last year we hit up Taste of India which was difficult because it was blizzardy. We are thinking of going to The Harris Grill this year which was previously my favorite place to eat until I realized they have terrible service and I hate waiting. We thought about giving it another chance. We went there I think...2 years ago for Valentines Day and they acted really upset when we didn't order their pre-made Valentines Day meal. Hey, we are not eaters of meat, our options are rarely pre-made and simple. They were rude about it though. Plus their pre-made meal was like $400. That is a blatant exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is what we look like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVYv3U4e_88/TVXORjyV6RI/AAAAAAAAASc/bgF3TzwSZJY/s1600/Image14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVYv3U4e_88/TVXORjyV6RI/AAAAAAAAASc/bgF3TzwSZJY/s320/Image14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572586915000346898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deuces!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-11868421844413687?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/11868421844413687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=11868421844413687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/11868421844413687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/11868421844413687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2011/02/pickled.html' title='Pickled.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVYv3U4e_88/TVXORjyV6RI/AAAAAAAAASc/bgF3TzwSZJY/s72-c/Image14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-6261475907640108130</id><published>2011-02-10T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:21:51.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have FAILED YOU, BLOGGIE.</title><content type='html'>I deeply apologize for my negligence that has gone on for almost an entire year. I will now fill you in on the things that have occurred in my life and make vague promises to blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST and most important is, Jason and I got engaged! April 29th, my birthday! We are getting married in October of this year. We have all the big stuff planned and at this point are focusing more on the little details. Like how many white doves to release at pivotal moments during our ceremony, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Bob live with Max, Stella and I now. We have a lot of keggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new job! Still banking but with another bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a tv AND cable. Wow. We're watching 30 Rock right now. It's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you(you as in whoever might read this blog even thought no one ever read it before and I haven't touched it for a year.)  are well and I swear I will blog from here on out since Jason has a blog now and I am going to compete with him for who can have the most blog posts. He doesn't know that yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-6261475907640108130?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6261475907640108130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=6261475907640108130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6261475907640108130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6261475907640108130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-failed-you-bloggie.html' title='I have FAILED YOU, BLOGGIE.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-7299920323233656991</id><published>2010-02-15T15:53:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:16:50.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still snowing.</title><content type='html'>Well, if you live in Pittsburgh, then I am sure you are aware of the lovely accumulation of snow we have received. The "snowpocalypse" or blizzard of 2010 is still happening I guess. It's snowing right now. It's a pain in the ass to go anywhere if you are not walking and even walking is like an obstacle course. So we have pretty much led a simple life these last 2 weeks. A lot of meals made at home and movies and reading and 6 packs from the coop because the liquor stores kept closing early. It's honestly been very nice. I think we are ready to be able to go places again, though. We went to Taste of India for Vday and parking was not a good time. I thought we might not make it out of our parking spot. Snow, you are just annoying at this point. Not cute anymore, for real. Go home.&lt;br /&gt;The apartment is almost finished up, just need a new couch and get my desk here. Both of these will inevitably be postponed forever by the lingering and massive amounts of snow. I love the redecoration though, it looks like a totally different place.&lt;br /&gt;Picture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene opening the front door last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m3OD1jQtI/AAAAAAAAARc/5CGqLT14_Kk/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m3OD1jQtI/AAAAAAAAARc/5CGqLT14_Kk/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438579477202551506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason braving the stairs that we could not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m3th6nxmI/AAAAAAAAARk/N12F2CXPRA0/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m3th6nxmI/AAAAAAAAARk/N12F2CXPRA0/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438580017852827234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m4OWYoXeI/AAAAAAAAARs/mn1mYJajJzo/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m4OWYoXeI/AAAAAAAAARs/mn1mYJajJzo/s320/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438580581693152738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me right now. Off work today and in all my unbrushed hair glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m4t7ezITI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1-nl96VNCe4/s1600-h/0215001547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m4t7ezITI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1-nl96VNCe4/s320/0215001547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438581124227080498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Beauty and the Beast coffee mug I am currently drinking coffee out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m5EUM0ywI/AAAAAAAAAR8/A2qle5pw3Qw/s1600-h/0215001549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m5EUM0ywI/AAAAAAAAAR8/A2qle5pw3Qw/s320/0215001549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438581508819700482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bored of blogging. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-7299920323233656991?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7299920323233656991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=7299920323233656991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7299920323233656991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7299920323233656991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-still-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s still snowing.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S3m3OD1jQtI/AAAAAAAAARc/5CGqLT14_Kk/s72-c/DSC00105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-6539556017202305263</id><published>2010-01-18T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:00:57.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second update for TEN.</title><content type='html'>Today is Monday, MLK day. I did not have to work. I did not have to do anything. It's been a glorious day. I did not get a lot of sleep starting on Thursday and up till today I have no been able to catch up. I originally woke up really early but was able to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Friday Jason and I met up with Andy and Sarah at Wilkie's in Dormont. It was fun, I like hanging with them.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went back to Robinson, got my hair cut, bonded with my mom and sister, watched Paranormal Activity with my brother followed by Road House.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Jul's birthday so fam came over and Jason came over and then after that celebration we headed to the bicycle cafe in the south side for Claire's birthday which was also fun.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I believe we are going to the BBT which is exciting because I haven't been there in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my haircut, I only have this one picture so far and I look really serious as I was trying to concentrate on getting a good angle of the haircut. But, there will be more to follow I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S1TZ5kdZF3I/AAAAAAAAARU/vdRWqjzNx7w/s1600-h/0116001703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S1TZ5kdZF3I/AAAAAAAAARU/vdRWqjzNx7w/s320/0116001703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428203033951016818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-6539556017202305263?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6539556017202305263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=6539556017202305263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6539556017202305263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6539556017202305263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-update-for-ten.html' title='Second update for TEN.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S1TZ5kdZF3I/AAAAAAAAARU/vdRWqjzNx7w/s72-c/0116001703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-1093757321374276379</id><published>2010-01-03T19:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:14:49.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog of 2010!</title><content type='html'>First I would like to recap the end of 2009 which I enjoyed much more than the beginning or middle of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was really nice, I enjoyed all the time I spent with my family and Jason's family. I received a lot of very nice gifts, such as a SNUGGIE. Also my brother got me a new digital camera! So I will now post 17 million photographs when I blog. Beginning.....NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums &amp;amp; me. Did I mention the snuggie is leopard print? IT IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E5pMOsR1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/A4kndiy8rN0/s1600-h/PC250004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E5pMOsR1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/A4kndiy8rN0/s200/PC250004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678806151055186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juls got a matching one. We are amazing. More amazing in Snuggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E6HAsrJUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/T_bMVCC2xp4/s1600-h/PC250010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E6HAsrJUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/T_bMVCC2xp4/s200/PC250010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422679318451660098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John came home for the holidays so Jason and I got to spend some time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E6fx3q_qI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nTE8xRGjCt4/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E6fx3q_qI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nTE8xRGjCt4/s200/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422679743967985314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also involved us taking some really normal looking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E7CbguRNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IvfFFZoVekM/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E7CbguRNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IvfFFZoVekM/s200/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422680339261572306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E7aJ4tAHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dLoDWyyLGv8/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E7aJ4tAHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dLoDWyyLGv8/s200/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422680746847174770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E7CktdnsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/80NcZX4t7ws/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E7CktdnsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/80NcZX4t7ws/s200/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422680341730926274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas, Jason's birthday occurred on the 28th. Originally we were supposed to go to Robinson for dinner with his parents but it snowed a good bit and roads were not that fantastic so we stayed in Squirrel Hill and had a nice dinner at Silk Elephant and then grabbed some wine and just hung out. It was a very nice evening. I would probably be jealous of our awesome if I wasn't one of the awesome. Don't worry, you'll get there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did end up being able to go to dinner with Jason's fam at a later date. We went to Cafe Sam in Bloomfield which is pretty neat. It's like walking into someone's house, but it's not a house because it's a restaurant. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E83AwHmFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oQedF2JfLG8/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E83AwHmFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oQedF2JfLG8/s200/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422682342123083858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason picked up this hot chick.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E9LGBYw-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/PtBx8BfOHF4/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E9LGBYw-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/PtBx8BfOHF4/s200/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422682687135073250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang happy birthday &amp;amp; Jason got birthday tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E9sh0_o2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/O7krWtpsRZk/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E9sh0_o2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/O7krWtpsRZk/s200/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422683261534970722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Years Eve we went to Claire &amp;amp; Josh's house for a party and it was excellent. I was glad to bring in the new year with everyone there. I also brought my snuggie. (picture not included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E-ZFFEfQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mCQmKgPQRPc/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E-ZFFEfQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mCQmKgPQRPc/s200/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422684026911882498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E-ZjqN3yI/AAAAAAAAARM/7IrHjlPuqp8/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E-ZjqN3yI/AAAAAAAAARM/7IrHjlPuqp8/s200/DSC00066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422684035120750370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E-ZR5enUI/AAAAAAAAARE/E25lVrCe8R8/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E-ZR5enUI/AAAAAAAAARE/E25lVrCe8R8/s200/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422684030352923970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2009 was not the best of years but it was not the worst of years either. It tried my patience a lot but I feel like getting through everything actually made it a pretty important year because learning that you can get through crappy months, moods, sickness etc. &amp;amp; knowing you have a lot of amazing people surrounding you makes it worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to everything 2010 has to bring. I feel like it's going to be a year of change. First change, that long hair will be GONE after the 16th, folks. This may seem like a miniature change but you can shut your dirty mouth, I have had long hair forever and I am finally going to part with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am staying at my apartment and it's going to undergo some major changes. Switching my bedroom, new furniture arrangements, rugs, plants large enough for the cats to not knock over. I'm very excited. I hope you are excited about the new year as well. Everyone likes a chance to start over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-1093757321374276379?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1093757321374276379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=1093757321374276379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1093757321374276379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1093757321374276379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-blog-of-2010.html' title='First blog of 2010!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/S0E5pMOsR1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/A4kndiy8rN0/s72-c/PC250004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-3273236256756528143</id><published>2009-12-20T11:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:31:27.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have snow. It's true.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, which was Saturday, we got our first real snow of the winter. It was pleasant. The night before Joe had come over to hang with Jason and I and he stayed over due to the snow. So in the morning we had pancakes and then we all made the journey up Murray Ave to do some Christmas shopping and such. It was a fun day. After Joe left, Jason and I had a romantic dinner of Morningstar Italian sausages and collard greens. I had initially been very skeptical about Jason's deep love of collard greens and until yesterday had never had them. I was pleasantly surprised though! They are delicious!&lt;br /&gt;I've watched High Fidelity twice the past week. I have this weird undying love for John Cusack that I can't really explain.&lt;br /&gt;Jason, Joe and I also went and saw The Fantastic Mr. Fox which was awesome. It had a good feeling to it and was all around just a great movie. Or should I say fantastic? Ahahahahah! HA! Okay.&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Claire and Joshua at The Cage after dinner and had a lovely time hanging with them, as usual. New waitress at The Cage though and I don't know if we'll ever come to love her the way we love Glasses and Hoops. No personality from new waitress. We didn't even give her a nickname, that's how unimpressive she was.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, we have a week until Christmas. I have like 3 Christmas presents bought. I am awesome. I've always been a last minute shopper, it helps me focus.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with warm wishes for your holiday season and some pictures of my cats and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sy5QaI4xsRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VXI2QbBxW3g/s1600-h/DSCF0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sy5QaI4xsRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VXI2QbBxW3g/s320/DSCF0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417355811765727506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stella &amp;amp; Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sy5Q4_4UDeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5jS98kACt70/s1600-h/1219091223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sy5Q4_4UDeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5jS98kACt70/s320/1219091223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417356341923810786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason &amp;amp; Joe being thoughtful at New Dumpling House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-3273236256756528143?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3273236256756528143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=3273236256756528143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3273236256756528143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3273236256756528143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-have-snow-its-true.html' title='We have snow. It&apos;s true.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sy5QaI4xsRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VXI2QbBxW3g/s72-c/DSCF0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-3269096393752768192</id><published>2009-12-13T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:08:27.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen the wilds of Pennsylvania in the wintertime.</title><content type='html'>We had an ice attack today in good old Pittsburgh, PA. Having just been outside though, I think it's rather peaceful at this point. The streets are quiet and calm and it's not windy or raining or any of that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start my Christmas shopping tomorrow. I do like getting gifts for people I care about, I think it's fun. I also wish it was free.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find a new apartment and being quite unsuccessful at it. I think a change will do me some good, though. Not that I'm doing bad, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Stressed out, yes. Doing badly, no.&lt;br /&gt;So if you know anywhere in Squirrel Hill that has an apartment for rent for under $600 with heat included and cats allowed, hit me up.&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-3269096393752768192?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3269096393752768192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=3269096393752768192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3269096393752768192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3269096393752768192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-seen-wilds-of-pennsylvania-in.html' title='I&apos;ve seen the wilds of Pennsylvania in the wintertime.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-4203273763282357589</id><published>2009-11-13T17:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:06:57.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Up In You</title><content type='html'>I love this song deeply and finally got the album again. Belle and Sebastian, folks. Love it like I do.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those songs that I find getting stuck in my head randomly at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, I wish I could just stay in the rob forever. I love my family. There is nothing more important than spending time with family. I feel so relaxed, let's hope I can keep it up. Here's the lyrics for Dress Up In You so you can memorize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band&lt;br /&gt;You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand&lt;br /&gt;You've got a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;It will take you places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept running&lt;br /&gt;You've got money, you've got fame&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I see your picture from the train&lt;br /&gt;Now you're an actress!&lt;br /&gt;So says your résumé&lt;br /&gt;You're made of card&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't act your way out of a paper bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got lucky, you ain't talking to me now&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Plucky&lt;br /&gt;Pluck your eyebrows for the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Get on the airplane&lt;br /&gt;You give me stomach pain&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here&lt;br /&gt;We would have had a lot to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a deal there&lt;br /&gt;We nearly signed it with our blood&lt;br /&gt;An understanding&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you would keep your word&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed&lt;br /&gt;I'm aggravated&lt;br /&gt;It's a fault I have, I know&lt;br /&gt;When things don't go my way I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow up in the face of my rivals&lt;br /&gt;I scream and rant, I make quite an arrival&lt;br /&gt;The men are surprised by the language&lt;br /&gt;They act so discreet, they are hypocrites so fuck them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved you&lt;br /&gt;You always had a lot of style&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate to see you on the pile&lt;br /&gt;Of ‘nearly-made-it''s&lt;br /&gt;You've got the essence, dear&lt;br /&gt;If I could have a second skin&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably dress up in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a star now, I am fixing people's nails&lt;br /&gt;I'm knitting jumpers, I'm working after hours&lt;br /&gt;I've got a boyfriend, I've got a feeling that he's seeing someone else&lt;br /&gt;He always had a thing for you as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow in the face of my rivals&lt;br /&gt;I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival&lt;br /&gt;The men are surprised by the language&lt;br /&gt;They act so discreet, they are hypocrites forget them&lt;br /&gt;So fuck them too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-4203273763282357589?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4203273763282357589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=4203273763282357589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4203273763282357589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4203273763282357589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/11/dress-up-in-you.html' title='Dress Up In You'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-2811518940777418495</id><published>2009-11-08T18:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:08:51.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by day.</title><content type='html'>I love Wet Hot American Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What up? How are you? How are things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what about me? WELL......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my real reason to update was to post this picture from Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Svdbei3j3eI/AAAAAAAAAPU/A6azFezhOD8/s1600-h/13967_541665196937_49601157_31885349_5320623_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Svdbei3j3eI/AAAAAAAAAPU/A6azFezhOD8/s320/13967_541665196937_49601157_31885349_5320623_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401886858368245218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went as Colonel Sanders and Betty Crocker. You can't see it in this picture but Jason has a rubber chicken in his pocket which I feel completed his outfit very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was SO FUN! Claire and Joshua had a party at their household and it was excellent people, excellent food, excellent fun. I was really excited because I had not dressed up for Halloween in a good while. Last year Jase and I had went to Maryland with some friends and had to miss Claire and Josh's Halloween party so YAY we finally made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SvdcMBFv5aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kLaaSvMVC9U/s1600-h/13652_168504996105_508871105_3245648_1183451_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SvdcMBFv5aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kLaaSvMVC9U/s320/13652_168504996105_508871105_3245648_1183451_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401887639574930850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was sweet. Friday we went to Brillo Box to meet up with one of Jason and Flann's old friends. It was fun but it got REALLY crowded. I absolutely despise the Brillo Box when it gets that crowded. We ended up going to Pandemic, the global dance party, which is upstairs and was slightly less crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY we watched samurai movies because we are the coolest people to have ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we also journeyed to the ROB to go to a mass for my grandmother and then stopped over at my grandpa's to say WHATUP. I got to see my wonderful but slightly hookerish sister, Julio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we hit up the Quiet Storm and then took an epic walk where I almost died and then had soup and watched True Blood which is becoming a sometimes Sunday tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to get my hair chopped off. Seriously. Send me dollaz so I can do that plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-2811518940777418495?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2811518940777418495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=2811518940777418495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2811518940777418495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2811518940777418495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-by-day.html' title='Day by day.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Svdbei3j3eI/AAAAAAAAAPU/A6azFezhOD8/s72-c/13967_541665196937_49601157_31885349_5320623_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-7734425344139466037</id><published>2009-10-12T10:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:32:02.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MEGA UPDATE - maybe.</title><content type='html'>Today is Columbus Day, and since I work for a bank, I have off. Since I have merely a few dollars to my name until the 14th when I get paid, this day off is useless. Well, not totally. I can clean my apartment which for some reason is weirdly exciting. I attempted to sleep in but since my body knows it is Monday I still woke up at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recap things since I have last blogged, I will not recap them in any specific order, chronological time or pretty much anything that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent an evening hangin with Jason's family, his brother in law provided us with these amazing creations :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNHezT9AwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7VvqkxxISCw/s1600-h/downsized_1002092011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNHezT9AwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7VvqkxxISCw/s320/downsized_1002092011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391731773388161794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I had a taco night and made delicious veggie tacos via Morningstar Crumbles and since I am a genius we still have another bag and more tacos left for a second taco night. Here is Jason really liking the leftover taco remains :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNIS1TOVWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eCwyoa89-fM/s1600-h/1003092109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNIS1TOVWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eCwyoa89-fM/s320/1003092109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391732667275171170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella &amp;amp; Max waged war on my poor, defenseless plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNI3xVDS3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/odN7MyXpWNA/s1600-h/downsized_1010091159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNI3xVDS3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/odN7MyXpWNA/s320/downsized_1010091159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391733301864254322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my own bangs because I really wanted bangs. This is a picture taken only 5 seconds ago. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNJTyC8HrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sSD7pKMvj1w/s1600-h/1012091110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNJTyC8HrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sSD7pKMvj1w/s320/1012091110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391733783093059250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is also morning hair but oh well, you get the idea. I'm happy with the bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, Jason and I also journeyed to Cleveland to meet my new cousin. Here is a awful picture of me where it looks like I am displaying my new child. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNKZREvt8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/lV-ivxx1BQw/s1600-h/DSCF0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNKZREvt8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/lV-ivxx1BQw/s320/DSCF0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391734976833107906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is Dominic and he is super cute and it was so nice to see my all my family from out there. And go to MARINO'S! Jase and I had portobella sandwhiches and they were so good. I was suprised there was a vegetarian sandwhich on the menu, I was initially semi-worried there would be nothing on the menu to eat. But, success! Jason took the entire day like the trooper he is, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire and Joshua went to Austin for a music festival and they are back now and we hung with them this Friday which was spectacular as always and we will see them Thursday for the return of 30 ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this previous Saturday we went to Robinson to see my sister off for homecoming. We ended up staying and hanging with my brother, saw Zombieland which was AWESOME and then went to the legion for a bit. Came back home and watched Desperation which was also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week already seems to be getting jam packed with plans so hopefully I can update again with more pictures of awesomeness. For now, I need to refill my coffee and continue being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Columbus Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-7734425344139466037?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7734425344139466037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=7734425344139466037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7734425344139466037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7734425344139466037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/10/mega-update-maybe.html' title='MEGA UPDATE - maybe.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/StNHezT9AwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7VvqkxxISCw/s72-c/downsized_1002092011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-5747881527244591270</id><published>2009-09-28T06:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:21:55.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, fall.</title><content type='html'>This weekend seemed to be the definitive "hey bitches, it's fall" weekend. The weather consisted of rain and some coldness, but it wasn't the sad sort of cold that the winter brings, I almost enjoy fall's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was really good, though! Pretty relaxing. Friday was some wine at Jason's with Claire, Josh, Erik and his friend, Sally. That was a fun evening. Saturday it was raining when we woke up so we deemed it a movie day and it actually ended up being a movie sort of weekend. We went to the Quiet Storm for some breakfast &amp;amp; then returned to watch Wild at Heart, which was excellent. We then watched some (2 hours) of a documentary about Japan because we're awesome. Then we went to TASTE OF INDIA for dinner and wandered around the waterfront for a bit before meeting up with Claire &amp;amp; Josh at Rock Bottom. We then went to see the movie "Nine". It was really neat to watch but I guess not all I hoped it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home &amp;amp; I read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and Jason read whatever he's reading( I knew this but currently cannot remember.) and then we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had bought items for making breakfast on Sunday so we didn't have to go out for breakfast. We watched some more of the Japan documentary &amp;amp; then breakfast happened and for breakfast eating we put on Slumdog Millionaire which neither of us had previously seen &amp;amp; we both really enjoyed the movie and the breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then picked up some Mineo's pizza and headed over to Claire &amp;amp; Josh's new home for the Steeler game. This was awesome because Claire is a huge Steelers fan and Josh is a huge Bengals fan. They handled it well. It was fun though, as it always is to hang with those two. Not fun that the Steelers lost, but I was happy for Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, that's about it. Today is my first day back at work since last Tuesday, boooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SsCNuRnlYMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gS-TGCxG6uE/s1600-h/0925091857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SsCNuRnlYMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gS-TGCxG6uE/s320/0925091857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386460980478042306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is proof that I did ALL my laundry. Yaaaaay, me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-5747881527244591270?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5747881527244591270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=5747881527244591270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5747881527244591270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5747881527244591270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-fall.html' title='Hello, fall.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SsCNuRnlYMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gS-TGCxG6uE/s72-c/0925091857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-6713629977122006738</id><published>2009-09-24T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:57:28.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>G20 Jag-Offs.</title><content type='html'>I really want the protesters to go home now. They are protesting absolutely nothing legitimate. I don't think they even know what they are supposed to be opposing. How does destroying small, local business's windows/property support anything about their cute little signs against CAPITALISM and the CORPORATE GIANTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to their cities and destroy their local diners and businesses. I don't even like Pamela's, but it still pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peaceful protests are fine, great, super. People are more likely to listen to peaceful protesting. When you start messing with our city though, people are not going to react kindly. Especially a city like Pittsburgh, where mostly everyone who lives here harbors an intense pride for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is speculation that some of the places vandalized in Oakland were actually done by Pitt students. That's sad, because yeah we all know you're drunk, unruly college kids and maybe you aren't from here, but still. That's just plain old embarrassing. Oh, haaaay rest of the world, the college kids in Pittsburgh really love to embody the whole "meathead" stereotype and be destructive at any given chance, but DAMN those protesters! They drew on the street with CHALK in front of POLICE. Ha...ha....ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a disturbing sort of wake up call when you see what people can act like in these situations. Most of them just need a hard slap in the face, a shower and perhaps someone to love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-6713629977122006738?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6713629977122006738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=6713629977122006738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6713629977122006738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6713629977122006738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/09/g20-jag-offs.html' title='G20 Jag-Offs.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-1819124135343106952</id><published>2009-09-24T14:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:50:15.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit it with your hippie bullshit.</title><content type='html'>I always forget how boring it is to be off of work. Especially when everyone else is either working or trapped somewhere else due to the G20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did wander around a lot today, which was nice. I also did some cleaning and hung with the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru4M6yHkgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YRbcKtjC5Ng/s1600-h/0920091620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru4M6yHkgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YRbcKtjC5Ng/s200/0920091620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385100311528968706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to feed Jason's cat, the Bob, since he is staying at his parents in order to make it to work ontime due to unforseen traffic issues. Weirdest thing, I cannot get his door open. It's driving me crazy. I guess my key doesn't work as I refuse to believe I am idiot to the point where I cannot open a door I have opened many times before. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was epic grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru7GMYesdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mwBBaQhcYS0/s1600-h/0923092024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru7GMYesdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mwBBaQhcYS0/s200/0923092024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385103494529069522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been awhile. I am so incredibly stoked to have food. I bought the Morningstar crumbles so we can have a veggie taco night in the near future, which I am SO excited about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering, I did finally get two new dresses on &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;Modcloth&lt;/a&gt; and I am very excited.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one. It's calm in the front, but there is a party in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru85Ve1ZHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cprK-KDVdTA/s1600-h/6986-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru85Ve1ZHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cprK-KDVdTA/s200/6986-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385105472656598130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru9GxDNKJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EZR12bIqX7I/s1600-h/6986-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru9GxDNKJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EZR12bIqX7I/s200/6986-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385105703395207314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other one does not seem to be on the site anymore, so you will have to live in curiousity until I debut a photo of me wearing it, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also REALLY want these shoes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru9_1mVd4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/kx1VeTmuhts/s1600-h/7446_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru9_1mVd4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/kx1VeTmuhts/s200/7446_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385106683868837762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, that's enough daydreaming for now. I am going to go take another festive walk around Squirrel Hill. Despite the humidity, it's still a nice day. Maybe I will run into some protesting anarchists. One can only dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here is a hilarious photo of Josh, Claire, myself and Jason at Irishfest where it looks like Claire is touching Jason's crotch and Josh's hand is in Claire's beer. None of these are actually true. However, it makes for one amazing photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru-_kI6f0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/BTSzEw4ntQs/s1600-h/10134_539539217417_49601157_31820270_7584492_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru-_kI6f0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/BTSzEw4ntQs/s200/10134_539539217417_49601157_31820270_7584492_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385107778693660482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lataaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-1819124135343106952?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1819124135343106952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=1819124135343106952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1819124135343106952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1819124135343106952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/09/quit-it-with-your-hippie-bullshit.html' title='Quit it with your hippie bullshit.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru4M6yHkgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YRbcKtjC5Ng/s72-c/0920091620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-4776300950447059095</id><published>2009-09-21T18:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:11:38.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I reminded myself all the words you said.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;The G-20 madness has started to happen in our beloved Pittsburgh. I'm cool with it mostly because we're closed three days, uncool with the feeling of insanity that rises slowly up through the afternoon. Working for a bank does not help. Ah, well. One more day and then VACATION. Sort of. I really have no idea what I will do, other than laundry. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cats are hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Srf44Lr5WVI/AAAAAAAAANM/1OApudsEDGo/s1600-h/DSCF0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Srf44Lr5WVI/AAAAAAAAANM/1OApudsEDGo/s320/DSCF0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384045523637983570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired today! Work went really fast so that was sweet like candy. I think I'm going to go to bed at like 8:30. I need to learn how to knit so I can successfully transform into a 90 year old woman. I'm stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want regular internet so I don't have to worry about it going out all the time which causes me to have to write these entries super quickly and not proofread. I do apologize for any errors, I just never know when the connection will drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is movie night with Jason and Flann and likely Vegan Dave. I like movie nights. I like wine. Mmm. Maybe I will take pictures and blog movie night. There's an idea. I really, desperately need a new digital camera. Mine has the amount of pixels that my cell phone has. Hahaa, I think that's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my bank gets destroyed by violent protesters then I bet I'll have a lot more time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-4776300950447059095?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4776300950447059095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=4776300950447059095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4776300950447059095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4776300950447059095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-reminded-myself-all-words-you-said.html' title='I reminded myself all the words you said.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Srf44Lr5WVI/AAAAAAAAANM/1OApudsEDGo/s72-c/DSCF0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-4978883763863391217</id><published>2009-09-20T19:22:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:26:55.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being rugged.</title><content type='html'>This was most likely one of the best weekends I have had in a really long time! Most likely because nothing was actually planned, we had NO obligations, we were free to do whatever we wanted. What an incredible feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening we decided to grace The Cage with our presence and we were very happy to be joined by Andy! It was a really fun evening and nice to get to chat with Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we decided to go camping, it was one of those things that was very sporadic and we weren't sure we were really going through with it until we were actually on our way. It was maybe the most fun I've had in a solid 3 months or so, haha. We were originally going to head to Raccoon State Park but Jason's mom told us there were apparently a lot of G-20 protesters staying there so we headed out to Ohiopyle with no general directions, which made for a pretty hilarious car ride there. By the time we found it, it was still relatively early in the day, which was nice. You had to hike a couple of miles to get to the campsite and it was definitely not easy. It was incredibly rewarded to finally have made it to the campsite though, I was glad that I was able to push myself far enough to not collapse dead on the trail. Jason is a champ though, I tried to put on his backpack when we got back to the car today and I seriously couldn't even lift it off the ground. Ridiculous. He's like a super hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we put all our stuff down and then went to see where the water we heard was coming from. This involved scaling some rocks, which was also weirdly fun to do. There was a sweet little stream running right below where the campsite was, I liked it. It was nice to hear the sound of it. We then came back and gathered firewood and set up the tent and then Jason morphed into Dude Dudely and built a sweet fire and we ate some food and drank some wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet fire :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra8Lemu64I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y1HKFiZeBtw/s1600-h/DSCF0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra8Lemu64I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y1HKFiZeBtw/s320/DSCF0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383697309948111746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tent :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra8c3ogwQI/AAAAAAAAAME/S1oEcK-23oM/s1600-h/DSCF0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra8c3ogwQI/AAAAAAAAAME/S1oEcK-23oM/s320/DSCF0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383697608724234498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foodz, veggie combo and Morningstar Italian Sausages which are NOT easy to cook over a fire, FYI. : &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra8sp8hy8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/1Ric8O1NzaU/s1600-h/DSCF0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra8sp8hy8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/1Ric8O1NzaU/s320/DSCF0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383697879927999426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vino : &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra9FZ8xl-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/AS8hkXzm6hU/s1600-h/DSCF0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra9FZ8xl-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/AS8hkXzm6hU/s320/DSCF0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383698305130797026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra9WSJfwZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1QNJN62NREI/s1600-h/DSCF0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra9WSJfwZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1QNJN62NREI/s320/DSCF0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383698595094446482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were SO EXCITED because we brought instant coffee to have in the morning, only to find after making it, that we had accidentally bought Decaf. I think we both were on the verge of tears, it was a very emotional realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the campsite Jason showed me a natural waterslide and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. It's too cold to go on it now, but we decided next summer we will do it. Here it is! You can see Jason wandering in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SrbGRVwxrPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nkerO848K00/s1600-h/DSCF0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SrbGRVwxrPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nkerO848K00/s320/DSCF0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383708405769809138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SrbGqJDF90I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tO4n6iyS76w/s1600-h/DSCF0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SrbGqJDF90I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tO4n6iyS76w/s320/DSCF0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383708831853705026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SrbHgz1oOiI/AAAAAAAAANE/WPPRAzp9Ciw/s1600-h/DSCF0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SrbHgz1oOiI/AAAAAAAAANE/WPPRAzp9Ciw/s320/DSCF0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383709771052890658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet keeps going out so I'm going to post this quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-4978883763863391217?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4978883763863391217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=4978883763863391217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4978883763863391217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4978883763863391217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-rugged.html' title='Being rugged.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sra8Lemu64I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y1HKFiZeBtw/s72-c/DSCF0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-2684638608322860452</id><published>2009-09-13T20:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:28:46.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise!</title><content type='html'>Hi, Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not dead. What actually happened was that since I steal my interwebz, it disappeared for like 2 months. I did not get internet otherwise because I don't like to pay for things. However, miraculously, it is working again, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I got two kittens! Jason's wonderful aunt gave me them after they had been rescued from the side of the road where their mother had been killed by a car. Sad, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Max and Stella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Stella.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sq2LWl46eQI/AAAAAAAAALc/Bn0xLs1YoMc/s1600-h/0913091655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sq2LWl46eQI/AAAAAAAAALc/Bn0xLs1YoMc/s320/0913091655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110350021818626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sq2Luj7yH-I/AAAAAAAAALk/oXYom_F2mZM/s1600-h/0913091654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sq2Luj7yH-I/AAAAAAAAALk/oXYom_F2mZM/s320/0913091654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110761813843938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jason's cousin and our very dear friend, Ryan has left us and America(fuck yeah) for France. This is sad because we love Ryan and miss him very much. However, I'm glad he's doing something awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me crying, in case you have missed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sq2MU6Vo6FI/AAAAAAAAALs/V3kLGq5mteQ/s1600-h/img_3723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sq2MU6Vo6FI/AAAAAAAAALs/V3kLGq5mteQ/s200/img_3723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381111420662900818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me not crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sq2NDCKBFII/AAAAAAAAAL0/ygEHVRpIc3Y/s1600-h/img_3217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sq2NDCKBFII/AAAAAAAAAL0/ygEHVRpIc3Y/s200/img_3217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112213035619458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That picture may have been on the blog before at some point, my memory fails me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently saw District 9 and loved it, I think everyone should see it. A couple of months back we saw The Decemberists in concert and it was incredible, I also recommend doing that if it ever comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my internet continues holding out, I can buy something from Modcloth, which may have been the most painful part of not being able to get online. Just till tomorrow, internet! Payday!&lt;br /&gt;Must go now. I am very busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-2684638608322860452?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2684638608322860452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=2684638608322860452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2684638608322860452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2684638608322860452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/09/suprise.html' title='Suprise!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sq2LWl46eQI/AAAAAAAAALc/Bn0xLs1YoMc/s72-c/0913091655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-5402613720241633730</id><published>2009-05-30T13:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:32:43.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look at me.</title><content type='html'>The previous entries that I just deleted of jibberish were my attempts at blogging via my cell phone. So I guess that's not going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my immune system collapsed I have been attempting to be more awesome. Everything has been pretty good, minus one day of pure insanity, but you have those here and there. A cousin of mine got married so myself and Jason journeyed with the fam to WEST VIRGINIA for the wedding. Oglebay to be specific. We stayed overnight for no real reason. I went swimming in my clothing, ruining my bra. On the way back we went to Cabelas which is quite possibly the only reason my dad lives. He loves Cabelas. I thought it was slightly horrifying. I will include some photos from the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SiFrPAQUwcI/AAAAAAAAALE/eOmpkxF1R2s/s1600-h/0523091754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SiFrPAQUwcI/AAAAAAAAALE/eOmpkxF1R2s/s320/0523091754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341668538548797890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SiFri7OiBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/z-3ns9vjxYs/s1600-h/0523091936a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SiFri7OiBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/z-3ns9vjxYs/s320/0523091936a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341668880796485426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SiFr08RVggI/AAAAAAAAALU/5REe4v1mKuw/s1600-h/0523091830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SiFr08RVggI/AAAAAAAAALU/5REe4v1mKuw/s320/0523091830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341669190314328578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being fun. Exhausting, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty good minus Monday. Tuesday I met up with Claire at The Cage for a happy hour attempt only to find out happy hour isn't on Tuesdays there! Lame! It was a good time though. Wednesday I did nothing. Thursday I met up with Kate, also at The Cage and we also had a very good time. I was walking home and it started thundering and lightening and I was only like halfway down Murray so I panicked for a second but then I spotted a bus and jumped on it so I did not die, which is a plus. Yesterday Jason and I both had hateful work days, we had some wine (I had one glass in the time he had three because I am not a fast wine drinker, APPARENTLY) and then we met up with Claire, Josh, Pat(Claire's cousin) and Joe and two random people at The Cage, and it didn't actually occur to me until right now that I spent my entire week there. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening today, but I hope next week I see the Pam. If she's not busy horseback riding or bicycle riding. Or maybe going to church? Ahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and The Decemberists are coming!! I'm happy about it. I need to get tickets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-5402613720241633730?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5402613720241633730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=5402613720241633730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5402613720241633730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5402613720241633730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-look-at-me.html' title='Don&apos;t look at me.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SiFrPAQUwcI/AAAAAAAAALE/eOmpkxF1R2s/s72-c/0523091754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-3520930476022617954</id><published>2009-05-17T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:36:26.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collapse of the Immune System : A Poetic Retelling</title><content type='html'>Hey Bloog. I mean that extra "o".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated for a long time but it's because, if you could not judge from the title, my immune system, which for the past 5 years has been like a solid fortress of healthiness and power, has fallen from these graces it once bestowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first became very ill Monday and then did something on Tuesday that I had not done in a very long time, called off of work due to my death-like state. They were understanding as I had looked and acted much like a zombie all Monday anyways. Wednesday I tried to go to work but they said NO and made me go to the doctor. Doctor was useless, gave me some vague diagnosis and random medicine to take which I am not taking because I'm quite sure she did not listen to anything I said. Thursday and Friday were a lot better, but still was not feeling like my usual magnificent self. Friday night I was finally feeling normal, Saturday night realized I had obtained cold from boyfriend after my small cough started increasing in it's frequency and strength. Jason thought I had a fever. I probably did. Today I feel really good mentally but physically my throat is starting to hurt and my nose is getting runny and I keep sneezing. He claims this cold only lasts a few days but we have to take in account that my entire immune system has seemingly went on strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even been drinking orange juice! That usually always saves me! Oh well. So, that's what's up, interwebs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-3520930476022617954?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3520930476022617954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=3520930476022617954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3520930476022617954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3520930476022617954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/05/collapse-of-immune-system-poetic.html' title='The Collapse of the Immune System : A Poetic Retelling'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-3718892249072051312</id><published>2009-05-06T09:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:27:56.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircutzzz.</title><content type='html'>Before &amp;amp; After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SgGOE7gAZQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dO5H8x1nGUg/s1600-h/0330091140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SgGOE7gAZQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dO5H8x1nGUg/s320/0330091140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332699649125934338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SgGOTYhMEhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bwRJbwTEmac/s1600-h/0506090043a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SgGOTYhMEhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bwRJbwTEmac/s320/0506090043a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332699897433690642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go shortish but chickened out. It's hard to see what it really looks like via a cell phone photo but whatevs. If you hang out with me you can see it IRL and maybe I will let you touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Nancy Drew currently. Clearly not paying much attention to it. I want coffee but I think the coffee maker here is broken. Noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broseph got me the first season of Pushing Daisies, never seen it but have heard good things. I'm always excited for something new to watch, especially if it's a first season and I can watch it all in one night. I've also been catching up on my Gossip Girl while home. It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to Squirrel Hill tonight, I miss my bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-3718892249072051312?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3718892249072051312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=3718892249072051312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3718892249072051312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3718892249072051312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/05/haircutzzz.html' title='Haircutzzz.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SgGOE7gAZQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dO5H8x1nGUg/s72-c/0330091140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-5160186227856182209</id><published>2009-05-05T12:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:54:38.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The hazards of love.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm 25 now. I feel a significant difference. A definitive view on life that just wasn't there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was fun though. Jason took me to The Harris Grille for dinner and then we went to The Cage of course. It was a really good night even though we stayed out really late and I confused myself as to what time it was when I woke up the next morning and accidentally went to work an hour early. Do these things happen to other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my vacation. This includes being in Robinson for three days and doing massive amounts of laundry and today I'm getting my hair cut and colored!! I'm excited. I don't really know exactly what I'm planning on, but I usually just give my hairdresser a general idea and let her do whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had my birthday dinner here because my real birthday was in the middle of the week so I didn't come to my parents at all. It was a nice dinner, just my fam and Jason. My mom got me a gift certificate to &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;MODCLOTH&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!  Thanks for fueling my obsession, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the thing Jason got me for my birthday was The Decemberists newest cd "Hazards of Love" which I have been talking about wanting since it came out but never actually purchased it. Anyways, IT IS SO GOOD. I've been listening to it non-stop. You should all go buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being off work is really boring. I'm bored. It's only Day 2 of no work. I'll update later when I have a new haircut and no one knows who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-5160186227856182209?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5160186227856182209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=5160186227856182209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5160186227856182209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5160186227856182209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/05/hazards-of-love.html' title='The hazards of love.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-3161133314346009741</id><published>2009-04-25T14:05:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:36:01.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember when it poured and you sang to me in summer.</title><content type='html'>Dudes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile. I've not been super busy, more just super exhausted when I get home from work. There's been a lot of late night caging and hang outs going on. It's been a good time, I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;We watched the Pen's game at Silky's last weekend. Here is some photographic evidence of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNSJANVmjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hVkRRoNgndM/s1600-h/DSCF0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNSJANVmjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hVkRRoNgndM/s200/DSCF0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328693098737670706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNSUToAUTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KOhX_lpopDs/s1600-h/DSCF0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNSUToAUTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KOhX_lpopDs/s200/DSCF0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328693292928356658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNSdVluRzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bwKozqfI-xs/s1600-h/DSCF0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNSdVluRzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bwKozqfI-xs/s200/DSCF0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328693448074479410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNSlr7fgwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1lqmG5sCjDI/s1600-h/DSCF0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNSlr7fgwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1lqmG5sCjDI/s200/DSCF0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328693591510319874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNS1qKW_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WPnDARZUiy8/s1600-h/DSCF0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNS1qKW_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WPnDARZUiy8/s200/DSCF0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328693865913712594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNTEIyi3DI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ggnaY0sJUUg/s1600-h/DSCF0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNTEIyi3DI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ggnaY0sJUUg/s200/DSCF0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328694114653494322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNTQ_2wkOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/He4wsZhnD80/s1600-h/DSCF0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNTQ_2wkOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/He4wsZhnD80/s200/DSCF0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328694335593550050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNTiFxjB3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/u4VpX2T0ros/s1600-h/DSCF0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNTiFxjB3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/u4VpX2T0ros/s200/DSCF0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328694629240080242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of my birth will also be arriving soon. FOUR DAYS. I celebrated early by ordering these sweet items via &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;Modcloth&lt;/a&gt;, if that's surprising to anybody at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNUgBqQ0JI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7OlMEvdXu5s/s1600-h/5380-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNUgBqQ0JI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7OlMEvdXu5s/s200/5380-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328695693287674002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNUs_UWKEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0Wx-gPje2qM/s1600-h/5486-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNUs_UWKEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0Wx-gPje2qM/s200/5486-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328695915997177922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody wants to step in and tell me I have a problem, I will recognize it. Ignore it, but recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what the deal is for birthday time. The weekend after it, Jason and I are planning on venturing to Wilkes-Barre, PA. This is exciting. For us. I'm not sure if this would excite anyone else. I don't really care, it's really just another day. I just like an excuse to get dressed up. Not that I ever really need excuses since I do it all the time anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that weekend, I have an ENTIRE WEEK off. My current plan is for a haircut and color on that Tuesday. I'm so excited. I don't know what color I'm going to go with. Probably darker. I miss my hair being darker. Other than that and spending some time with the fam, I don't have anything going on. So hollllllaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love The Dan Band which is the dudes from Old School that rocked out Total Eclipse of the Heart aka best song in existence. I just realized it's actually a real "band" and not just a movie thing. I spent about 30 minutes watching their videos on Youtube and crying with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's too nice to sit inside forever and blog. I did just set up some sort of blog thing on my phone but I don't know how to use it, so don't get too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNXzsPe-ZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KmSogW4oXMc/s1600-h/0418091117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNXzsPe-ZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KmSogW4oXMc/s320/0418091117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328699329670478226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-3161133314346009741?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3161133314346009741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=3161133314346009741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3161133314346009741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3161133314346009741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-remember-when-it-poured-and-you-sang.html' title='I remember when it poured and you sang to me in summer.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SfNSJANVmjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hVkRRoNgndM/s72-c/DSCF0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-3835720019630762133</id><published>2009-04-14T20:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:15:40.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Coming soon to a Gina near you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SeUmemMXkOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F1kwFba5b30/s1600-h/021809_21_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SeUmemMXkOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F1kwFba5b30/s320/021809_21_L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324704441525833954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SeUmpB4HSoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0h7L54-pToc/s1600-h/092308_05_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SeUmpB4HSoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0h7L54-pToc/s320/092308_05_L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324704620755765890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow shopping on &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com"&gt;Modcloth&lt;/a&gt; just makes the day feel so much better. Today wasn't really bad. I just hit dwell - mode. Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-3835720019630762133?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3835720019630762133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=3835720019630762133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3835720019630762133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3835720019630762133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-its-tuesday.html' title='And it&apos;s Tuesday.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SeUmemMXkOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F1kwFba5b30/s72-c/021809_21_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-3224254732464968413</id><published>2009-04-13T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:39:11.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I'd stayed asleep today. Thought this day would never end.</title><content type='html'>Sup Blognation?&lt;br /&gt;It's been busy recently with all the obligatory family time surrounding the Easter holiday. I have also been extremely tired. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I lost patience with every person I came in contact with at work today.&lt;br /&gt;Family time was nice though, it was good to see my fam and Jason's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to the Brillo Box. Jason and I went a bit earlier and had dinner there, it was delicious. I like the food there a lot but there is just not enough. haha. Lots of friends joined us later on and it was fun. We went to the BBT briefly afterwards and that was okay. Brillo was better, though. It was a very late night and Saturday was even later. I think we accumulated roughly 5 hours of sleep the entire weekend. This may be a slight exageraation but if so, not by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took no pictures and I'm sad about it. I wanted to and I had my camera with me, but I totally forgot. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've mentioned this, but I'm obsessed with the smoothie bar at GNC. You should try it. I've been attempting to cut down on the ridiculous amount of coffee that I consume everyday. I could never quit coffee though, it's too important to me. ILU coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've run out of pictures of Bob to end entries with. Of pictures that are on my computer anyways. I'll have to take some new ones. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to The Get Up Kids and it's glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get paid tomorrow so get ready for more Modcloth obsessing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-3224254732464968413?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3224254732464968413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=3224254732464968413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3224254732464968413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3224254732464968413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-id-stayed-asleep-today-thought.html' title='I wish I&apos;d stayed asleep today. Thought this day would never end.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-8878098516820934757</id><published>2009-04-07T17:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:00:54.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Snow? Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was decent. I had a smoothie. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a nap. And a shower. Not at the same time, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-8878098516820934757?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8878098516820934757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=8878098516820934757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8878098516820934757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8878098516820934757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-1865776021404689806</id><published>2009-04-06T22:01:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:55:14.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O Valencia!</title><content type='html'>I just erased my entire blog because it was really pouty and lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is, don't drink wine alone and listen to songs that have tons of emotions attached to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to The Decemberists, instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stuffed bear, like think real looking bear, not teddy bear. His name is Woody because I got him when my family was on vacation somewhere in some mountains and we were in the woods. Anyways, I like to sleep with him when I'm not feeling too content. We're going to cuddle this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully manage to fall asleep! No more music and it's time to focus on sleep. Because the faster I sleep, the faster this night ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-1865776021404689806?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1865776021404689806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=1865776021404689806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1865776021404689806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1865776021404689806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-valencia.html' title='O Valencia!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-8196881476672827694</id><published>2009-04-05T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:58:30.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend recap.</title><content type='html'>Hi hi hi hi.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend did not start out very promising. On Friday after I ate lunch at work I felt super sick and I actually left early. It was awful and involved the longest bus ride home ever. I don't know if it was what I had for lunch but it sucked hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to dinner with Jason, Tim and Kate and Jason's co-worker and her bf but I had to bail. I felt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Jason came over after and we watched some Twilight, mocked it and I just sort of laid around being useless and not feeling well. Sorry, Friday night and Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday though, I felt a lot better. We journeyed to Robinson where I got my remaining stitches out from the wisdom teeth spectacle (finally all done!) and then hung at my fam's for awhile and visited my Grandpa. Jason and I then had dinner at the Bocktown Bar and Grille and then met up with my broseph and his bff at Pizza Paleremo for some brewskis.&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Brillo Box and hung out there with Erik for the remainder of the evening. Ran into Jeffrey and Lou which was neat. I wore a sweet outfit because you have to when you go to the Brillo Box or they don't let you in. (jk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had breakfast at Casey's Diner (enormous veggie omlette from there may be my fave breakfast item) by my place and then headed back out to Robinson to have dinner at Jason's parents house which was pretty enjoyable as well. Now I am home and feeling good and ready to kick this weeks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous that I would not feel well all weekend and didn't think I could handle another weekend of being an invalid. So I am super glad that I only didn't feel well on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really take any pictures this weekend but here is a pic of the setup from Thursday night which was really fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sdlf_f0SJVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/I5tQJjQQLMM/s1600-h/0402091938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sdlf_f0SJVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/I5tQJjQQLMM/s320/0402091938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321389979192141138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza came later. Jason, Claire, Josh and Joe all came over and hung out. It was a very fun evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new bedspread. Any advice on where I can find a super sweet one? I checked out Urban and Ikea's sites but didn't find any to my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for this week include but are not limited to : laundry, room cleaning, quality Jason &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;time, actually cooking food instead of buying it, no online shopping until the 14th, making various appointments(I really need a haircut), twittering as often as possible and obtaining the movie "Jurassic Park".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-8196881476672827694?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8196881476672827694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=8196881476672827694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8196881476672827694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8196881476672827694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend recap.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sdlf_f0SJVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/I5tQJjQQLMM/s72-c/0402091938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-9050965606207759980</id><published>2009-04-01T18:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:54:02.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for coming out today, sun.</title><content type='html'>I got my shoes from Modcloth today and I'm so excited. They are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just made some delicious foods. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I look like in the lunchroom. After I eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdPumPLm3PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iBql99cQJk4/s1600-h/0330091140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdPumPLm3PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iBql99cQJk4/s200/0330091140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319857925532343538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very exciting today, sorry. But yesterday was an awful day and today is not awful but my stomach is quite unfriendly and throwing a few tantrums here and there. So all I really want to do is go see my bf for a few and then go to sleep. Which is what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still obsessed with Twitter. Oh! I didn't even show you the shoes I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdPva3RJwEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WnlzFXEMtf0/s1600-h/4941_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdPva3RJwEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WnlzFXEMtf0/s200/4941_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319858829646217282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdPvk-Sj6qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YPSLDD3VwKI/s1600-h/4941_5_little.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdPvk-Sj6qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YPSLDD3VwKI/s200/4941_5_little.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319859003329866402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are for reals even cuter in person. I squealed out loud and said "I love you!" to them when I took them out of the box. I really did do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paycheck I just got is my bill paying paycheck and the next one is the spending paycheck and I'm dying because Modcloth is putting all these new cute things on the site and I cannot buy them yet. It's torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Well, time to go. Early work day tomorrow, gross. I do get out at 4 though, which does make it a little better. Hope you are enjoying the nice weather if you're in Pittsburgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-9050965606207759980?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/9050965606207759980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=9050965606207759980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/9050965606207759980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/9050965606207759980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-for-coming-out-today-sun.html' title='Thanks for coming out today, sun.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdPumPLm3PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iBql99cQJk4/s72-c/0330091140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-8952467556629437504</id><published>2009-03-30T03:46:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:24:21.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't sweat the small stuff, kid.</title><content type='html'>Hi blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really early today. Probably because I went to bed at like 10:00 last night. I am awesome. And 90 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was dentist day. :(&lt;br /&gt;I worked until about 10:30 and then headed out to The Rob for my appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworkers are so clever. This made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCA0KcOxPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4OLQzip7lQc/s1600-h/0327090928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCA0KcOxPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4OLQzip7lQc/s320/0327090928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318892793568871666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really nervous but it ended up not being too bad. My dentist was really good with my 3 year old nervousness. My wisdom tooth put up a good fight so I was pretty confident I would be in pain when the novacaine wore off. This turned out to be very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason picked me up at my parents later that evening and we went back to my place and watched a movie while I hardly spoke and wanted to cry occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I felt a lot better, like worlds better. Jason wins greatest boyfriend ever award for this weekend because he was so awesome. He made soup and watched movies with me and hung out with me and didn't mind hanging even when I couldn't really talk. It was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was feeling good we ventured out to The Brillo Box Saturday evening to see &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mariageblanc"&gt;Mariage Blanc&lt;/a&gt; play and to see &lt;a href="http://www.pamcakesandeggs.com"&gt;Pamela&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://truespies.org/andybot/"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt;. It was fun. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mariageblanc"&gt;Mariage Blanc&lt;/a&gt; ended up being pretty good. I enjoyed them. I did not enjoy the crowd. After they played it was so crowded and hot and people kept hitting into me every two seconds and I was on Vicodin and had no alcohol buffer and I started to feel hot and dizzy and wanted to just leave. So we did just kind of leave and I felt bad because I really did want to hang with Pam and Andy more but I could not possibly fathom going back into that room, so I texted Pam to tell her we were bailing and we left.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I took pictures because I had on a super sweet outfit. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It was still really great to see The Pam. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went home and watched a movie and went to bed. I felt so 80 years old this weekend. Jason and I are going to make really great 90 year olds. I can knit us cardigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pretty chill, we went and had breakfast at Casey's Diner (previously Debbie's Diner) and it was exciting because it was probably the most I had eaten all weekend. Veggie omlette is crazy delicious!&lt;br /&gt;I was so full and pleased. Then we went our seperate ways, Jason went to hang with his rents and I went back to my place to watch Gossip Girl online and grocery shop. (I got Thai Peanut Dressing!!!! SO EXCITED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me growing mustaches at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCH2qvB-pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Fm1Q6FE9_LI/s1600-h/0326091317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCH2qvB-pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Fm1Q6FE9_LI/s200/0326091317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318900533178792594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCIIX_xFGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LSHPsAscIBc/s1600-h/0326091322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCIIX_xFGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LSHPsAscIBc/s200/0326091322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318900837386359906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I do an impression of a fictional character we call Mr. Smoothie pretty much all day at work. The voice sounds a lot like the beloved character on South Park, Mr. Hanky, the christmas poo. I came in to work Thursday with a phone message to call back Mr. Smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCIcZIDtBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aongxro21BM/s1600-h/0325090948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCIcZIDtBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aongxro21BM/s320/0325090948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318901181286954002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is a rare occurance when I actually got ready for work one day. Notice my one eye is smaller than the other. I'm convinced my eyebrows are uneven and is making that eye look different. Or I have a lazy eye. This is seriously something I think about.&lt;br /&gt;The photo on the right is my new fave hat from &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;Modcloth&lt;/a&gt; and curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCJopZBBBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Iez28dXQkeQ/s1600-h/0325091042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCJopZBBBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Iez28dXQkeQ/s200/0325091042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318902491323106322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCK1y_TuXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cFSn8ueejGg/s1600-h/0317091939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCK1y_TuXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cFSn8ueejGg/s200/0317091939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318903816749562226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not taking any painkillers today because I totally deserve a beer tonight. I really would like one. Or five. I also don't really need painkillers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time to shower. Don't worry. Here's Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCL7uH3KVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/znZX5xInQPk/s1600-h/0308091242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCL7uH3KVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/znZX5xInQPk/s320/0308091242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318905018034104658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-8952467556629437504?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8952467556629437504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=8952467556629437504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8952467556629437504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8952467556629437504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-sweat-small-stuff-kid.html' title='Don&apos;t sweat the small stuff, kid.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SdCA0KcOxPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4OLQzip7lQc/s72-c/0327090928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-6860229289264121864</id><published>2009-03-25T00:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:20:39.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm obsessed.</title><content type='html'>With &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;Modcloth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased this today. Please share in my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScmwCMRzAmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KYH6chtW_CY/s1600-h/5109-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScmwCMRzAmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KYH6chtW_CY/s320/5109-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316974386789679714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been debating on these two items :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Scmwkv00yvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XVvj8I7E3P0/s1600-h/5107-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Scmwkv00yvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XVvj8I7E3P0/s320/5107-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316974980447390450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Scmws2zJxTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yqWl7pr9MGw/s1600-h/4936_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Scmws2zJxTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yqWl7pr9MGw/s320/4936_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316975119758378290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online shopping has taken over my life. I just realized both the dresses are polka dotted. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-6860229289264121864?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6860229289264121864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=6860229289264121864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6860229289264121864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6860229289264121864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-obsessed.html' title='I&apos;m obsessed.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScmwCMRzAmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KYH6chtW_CY/s72-c/5109-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-3062861348734435675</id><published>2009-03-24T18:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:04:53.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScllbUbCnII/AAAAAAAAAHU/VMJRhpSidWo/s1600-h/0324091517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScllbUbCnII/AAAAAAAAAHU/VMJRhpSidWo/s320/0324091517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316892355100580994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I began having terrible pains in my upper right mouth region on Saturday, resulting in a trip to the dentist on Monday, resulting in needing a wisdom tooth and innocent bystander tooth pulled, resulting in having to be on a very strong antibiotic and vicodin until Friday. Fuck you, wisdom teeth. I do not think you are very wise.&lt;br /&gt;No fun.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to painkillers and sleeping the pain away. And the song "Lua" by Bright Eyes on repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-3062861348734435675?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3062861348734435675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=3062861348734435675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3062861348734435675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3062861348734435675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScllbUbCnII/AAAAAAAAAHU/VMJRhpSidWo/s72-c/0324091517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-5557215441152724767</id><published>2009-03-21T11:53:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:18:48.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear my stomach growling. But I must blog.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updating. I've been very busy. I'm very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patricks Day was really fun. We met Claire and Josh at PD's and then traveled to The Cage where Erik also joined us. I may have drank more than I intended to, but I think that's probably the point of St. Patricks Day. Josh wore his kilt, which was awesome. We also participated in a Dirty Limerick contest. Claire rocked it out and we were totally robbed by some old dude. The night started out really well, too. Grandpapa came over bearing glowing necklaces and all sorts of goodies. He loves us. And we love him.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUO1EDHcqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XYyUstwbew8/s1600-h/DSCF0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUO1EDHcqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XYyUstwbew8/s200/DSCF0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315671239963407010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUPTnhTxqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RYg6Q783X0g/s1600-h/DSCF0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUPTnhTxqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RYg6Q783X0g/s200/DSCF0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315671764881360546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUQZp_3arI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UrlJdl6fHxQ/s1600-h/0317092122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUQZp_3arI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UrlJdl6fHxQ/s200/0317092122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672968137239218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUQnfivKaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xCUue4f2xxc/s1600-h/DSCF0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUQnfivKaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xCUue4f2xxc/s200/DSCF0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673205848877474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUP3DyZmdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fCaPSXEr-MM/s1600-h/DSCF0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUP3DyZmdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fCaPSXEr-MM/s200/DSCF0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672373764659666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUQBdCpojI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QNBiVvGpkk4/s1600-h/DSCF0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUQBdCpojI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QNBiVvGpkk4/s200/DSCF0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672552342397490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUPeY3_1kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ULM5yRiMQ7A/s1600-h/DSCF0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUPeY3_1kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ULM5yRiMQ7A/s200/DSCF0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315671949928552002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUPowK8R9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/R_lWBph1QwE/s1600-h/DSCF0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUPowK8R9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/R_lWBph1QwE/s200/DSCF0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672127980718034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUQMtBzupI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_63B1d5SH6U/s1600-h/DSCF0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUQMtBzupI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_63B1d5SH6U/s200/DSCF0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672745612393106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what else happened after St. Patricks Day. Oh! Thursday happened! Yessss. How could I forget? It was the best day ever! My manager got everyone Moe's for lunch, Claire and I went and got TOWN GOWNS from Old Navy and then we watched The Office and 30 Rock at Claire and Josh's place and dined on grilled cheese and soup. Mmmmm. So much deliciousness. We also watched the prez on Jay Leno, which was pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to The Coop with Claire and Josh for a few drinks and then headed to the Brillo Box to catch Sistered and Life in Bed play. It was a really enjoyable evening. Jason and I got frozen pizzas afterwards but I fell asleep before I could have any. This is the only sad thing about last night. I do get very tired sometimes. I also slept in my town gown! I'm actually wearing my town gown right now....seriously. I love it. It's so comfortable. I'm going to buy 100 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hungry and pondering whether I should get a pizza or make something myself. Pizza sounds so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, food time. And here's Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUSW0co-dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FkUKLnlS6KE/s1600-h/DSCF0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUSW0co-dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FkUKLnlS6KE/s320/DSCF0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315675118425930194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-5557215441152724767?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5557215441152724767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=5557215441152724767' title='74 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5557215441152724767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5557215441152724767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-hear-my-stomach-growling-but-i.html' title='I can hear my stomach growling. But I must blog.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScUO1EDHcqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XYyUstwbew8/s72-c/DSCF0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>74</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-6554183732291502604</id><published>2009-03-18T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:05:24.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy update.</title><content type='html'>I don't feel too much like uploading tons of photographs on here right now because it's really nice outside and I would like to go bask in the niceness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will have some fun St. Patrick Day pics lataaaa. I will give you one, because it's so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScFvuwYaBTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ISZFdc-Jnhc/s1600-h/0317092331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScFvuwYaBTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ISZFdc-Jnhc/s320/0317092331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314651884325831986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our awesomeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-6554183732291502604?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6554183732291502604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=6554183732291502604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6554183732291502604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6554183732291502604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-update.html' title='Lazy update.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/ScFvuwYaBTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ISZFdc-Jnhc/s72-c/0317092331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-3881628880266201961</id><published>2009-03-16T22:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:02:19.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama follows me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb8PMMl0NCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8DGnxtmGe1s/s1600-h/downsized_0316090753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb8PMMl0NCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8DGnxtmGe1s/s320/downsized_0316090753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313982787533157410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you! Ha. I thought that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for Twitter the other day and did not understand it and still mostly don't, but have become weirdly entranced with it. Probably because it offers me entertainment while at work and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my name. At work. On my office window type thing. It fell off a lot until I realized the sticky part on the back was not peeled off. I am a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb8Pk_aPk5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/auRDJyDEtnc/s1600-h/0316091648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb8Pk_aPk5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/auRDJyDEtnc/s320/0316091648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313983213491688338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was pretty smooth. Not too busy and not too slow, which is very nice. Tomorrow is a very early day and I'm not sure why I haven't gone to bed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to see Watchmen with Jason, Austin, Flann and Steph. The previews looked so badass but the movie was pretty disappointing in my opinion. I've never read it, so I can't vouch for any sort of loyalty to that. I just found it so, so incredibly slow moving. Even the fight scenes were slow, though some were kind of neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it was so slow moving and ALSO almost three hours long pretty much made it feel like it was 6 hours long. I would like to read it because I can see that the story itself is very interesting, but I could have for sure lived without seeing the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! I'm considering buying an Ipod Touch. I really miss listening to music on my mp3 player. Mine is 100 years old, closely resembles a brick and the software for it ceased to work or exist about three or four years ago and so it has nothing remotely current on it.&lt;br /&gt;Being that I am on the bus about 2 hours a day during the work week, I feel this is not a totally crazy purchase but I don't want to jump the gun, either.&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty expensive and I don't know anything about how to actually put music on them. I'm not a downloader so I know I'd have to go through the painful process of transferring cd's, but that's really depressing because most of my cd's are missing or in someone else's possesion.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has one and would like to give me some reviews, I would be very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this entry is not very interesting. I'm pretty tired but did want to get in some blogtime before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - Check out Tinted Windows. As a long time Hanson fan (Oh, I know. Get over it, already.) and an even longer fan of music in general, I actually really like it. It's fun pop rock with a lot of very talented musicians, seemingly just having a good time playing some fun music and rocking out. And children, isn't that what it's all about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-3881628880266201961?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/3881628880266201961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=3881628880266201961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3881628880266201961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/3881628880266201961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/barack-obama-follows-me.html' title='Barack Obama follows me.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb8PMMl0NCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8DGnxtmGe1s/s72-c/downsized_0316090753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-4819639654044627787</id><published>2009-03-15T12:09:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:03:01.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega-update. Like, huge.</title><content type='html'>Hello, electronic world of awesomeness. I was negligent this Friday and Saturday, so I'm making it up to the gods of the interweb by offering a large, nonsense filled post in hopes of coming back into their good graces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get all(most) of the pictures out of the way first. I didn't take all that many, mainly because&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad person. I thought to myself on Friday that I would like to document the weekend but then it just didn't happen. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scenic route to my bus stop in the a.m. hours. Exotic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0rRA00MTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zW-E-gCgszE/s1600-h/0312090811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0rRA00MTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zW-E-gCgszE/s320/0312090811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313450706646348082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning before work, I listened to my new fave band, The Veronica's for the entirety of the getting ready for work process. It was blissful. They just really speak to my soul. I also enjoyed some oatmeal with pumpkin in it which I never would have done if it wasn't for Pam's awesome&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0pxtYk15I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Plp6kkvtEF8/s1600-h/downsized_0312090720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0pxtYk15I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Plp6kkvtEF8/s200/downsized_0312090720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313449069340055442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pamcakesandeggs.com/"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0qnFDEZJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pEQLtaqKfcA/s1600-h/0312090715a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0qnFDEZJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pEQLtaqKfcA/s200/0312090715a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313449986225366162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work day was alright, started off slow and then got really busy towards the end. And full of crazies, but what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the coffee bar at work. We're still out of coffee upstairs so I've been hitting up this classy little technological wonder the past few work days. My issues : It doesn't fill my cup up all the way, I like to drink LARGE quantities of coffee and I feel slightly ridiculous coming to refill every 20 minutes. The good points are that you feel really professional while using it and there are many different kinds of coffee you can order for it and it's super fast. I'm thinking if I order a box of something and test it out, I may feel content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0sCKQK-dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zPKTrKsnKuk/s1600-h/0312091041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0sCKQK-dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zPKTrKsnKuk/s320/0312091041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313451550990596562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the awesome beer that Josh provided me with on Thursday night when we went over to Josh and Claire's apartment for dinner and the new episodes of The Office and 30 Rock. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0taxbBeyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eQgAJ2COcJA/s1600-h/0312091927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0taxbBeyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eQgAJ2COcJA/s320/0312091927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313453073333582626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this beer was so great. I love the bottle wrapper and it was very good. Thursday was really fun, Claire made eggplant parm which was very tasty. There are no  pictures because when I'm focused on eating there is not much else that seeps through my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my Dad's birthday so Jason and I headed to The Rob to celebrate. It was fun. My dad is so awesome. We did get stuck there forever though. And we were both incredibly tired.&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, my mother sent us home with these cookie masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0umRvoeuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0flRrrkUn8Y/s1600-h/0314091256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0umRvoeuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0flRrrkUn8Y/s320/0314091256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313454370500147938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's side of the family is entirely Irish, while my father's side is entirely Italian. This makes for very intense holidays, year round. There's always really awesome food so I really can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else worth mentioning happened Friday night, it was pretty low key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had oatmeal with pumpkin for breakfast and then for some reason decided to see what She &amp;amp; Him sounded like, which consists of M. Ward and Zoey Deschanel. I wasn't sure what it would be like because I had heard really mixed reviews from friends but I really was into it. She has a really nice voice, a very 60's sort of vibe going on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music, one of my favorite bands, Saves The Day!!!!!!, will be coming to town on my birthday (April 29th, buy me presents!) and they are coming with Alkaline Trio, more awesomeness, right? My whole issue though, is that it's at Club Zoo? Which I suspect is actually what was formerly known as Metropol in the days of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;Worst venue ever. You could never see no matter where you were standing and the entire set up is just shit.&lt;br /&gt;The tickets are probably ridiculously priced as well. So I'm debating on going. It IS my birthday and it would be the second time seeing Saves The Day on my actual birthday. A few years ago we went to Cleveland to see them on my birthday, which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Also, one of the original members of Saves The Day, Dave, recently left the band. I am saddended by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0xeUvz4KI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8x-ev5vH96o/s1600-h/daaave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0xeUvz4KI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8x-ev5vH96o/s320/daaave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313457532402131106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye Dave! I'm sure Saves The Day fans everywhere will miss you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so Saturday, that's what I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we broke for showering and lunch eating and then met back up around 3. At some point we headed up Murray and wandered down Forbes and briefly onto Beechview. Browsed some stores. Were incredibly hungry.&lt;br /&gt;At seven we headed to the Silk Elephant, which is a delicious Thai resteraunt with terrible seating and at least last night, terrible service. We went for Steph's birthday with a group of people. It was very nice. Except for the hateful waitress.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to the cage, of course. It ended up being a really fun evening. Pamela came out for a bit too and I was stoked about that. I put old school New Found Glory on the jukebox for us and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the day of rest, Jason made tofu scramble and it was very good.  Now I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end this post, here is Bob. Being studly, as he always is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0zqDBvOqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YblN79hCzDs/s1600-h/0315091034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0zqDBvOqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YblN79hCzDs/s320/0315091034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313459932827171490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-4819639654044627787?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4819639654044627787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=4819639654044627787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4819639654044627787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4819639654044627787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/mega-update-like-huge.html' title='Mega-update. Like, huge.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sb0rRA00MTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zW-E-gCgszE/s72-c/0312090811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-5782212681943671919</id><published>2009-03-11T18:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:17:47.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG my foot is asleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbhCQ8zX-NI/AAAAAAAAADs/anQl1v-As1I/s1600-h/tiredface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbhCQ8zX-NI/AAAAAAAAADs/anQl1v-As1I/s320/tiredface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312068619450448082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the only photographic goodness that I captured today. It was a lazy attempt at having something to post in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jason and I did watch 30 Rock and it was awesome. We drank some beers and laughed a lot. It was a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had to go to FOX CHAPEL, which Jason drove me to, which was maybe the most awesome thing ever. I will have to repay him by doing something nice. Like sewing his jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I got back to work it was only 11:30 or so but it felt like it should have been 3:00 which led to me being super tired and zoned out the rest of the day. I drank so much coffee and it honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;had no effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut. This is how I want my haircut. Probably not this short and definitely not that color, but I like the cut a lot. (I had an entire night spent watching the first season of Gossip Girl on my roomates computer, which explains how I discovered this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbhDutaN8nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CoosfnpDG60/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbhDutaN8nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CoosfnpDG60/s320/haircut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312070230226104946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like how her bangs are. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from work today I forced myself to go to Giant Eagle before I actually went home because I knew if I went home first I would never make it to Giant Eagle as I would be consumed by my intense laziness.&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of canned veggies, VINEGAR, pumpkin to try in my oatmeal like Pam always eats on her &lt;a href="http://www.pamcakesandeggs.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; because it looks really good and I love pumpkin. I also got Morningstar sausage patties, Boca Portabella Mushroom and Spicy Black Bean Burgers. This is awesome for me consumption wise, not awesome to carry a lot of canned things home from Giant Eagle. My arms STILL hurt. I should have known better. Oh, and I got peanut butter. And other stuff. But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Boyz II Men put out a new album? I really would like to own it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbhGKJiq3qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SvN1NVIO6_k/s1600-h/boyziimen-ringtones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbhGKJiq3qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SvN1NVIO6_k/s200/boyziimen-ringtones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312072900657471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-5782212681943671919?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5782212681943671919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=5782212681943671919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5782212681943671919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5782212681943671919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-my-foot-is-asleep.html' title='OMG my foot is asleep.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbhCQ8zX-NI/AAAAAAAAADs/anQl1v-As1I/s72-c/tiredface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-1535652318671307541</id><published>2009-03-10T17:24:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:49:56.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You wouldn't believe how many people straight doubtin' my flow.</title><content type='html'>Sup?&lt;br /&gt;I love Nelly. I wish I could hire someone to follow me around with a boombox all day, just playing Nelly. Or if Nelly would prefer to follow me himself that would be acceptable, too.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Puff Daddy, when he was Puff Daddy, or maybe he was P.Diddy by that point, who can really be sure? Oh, but he had that dude that followed him around just holding an umbrella over him? That was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather slow at work. I didn't sleep much last night again. I am in an awesome mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered on the way to work that we were out of coffee so I purchased some. I ran into my co-worker, James (Jim) outside Ah, Good Bread! (Au Bon Pain) and we hung out and rapped for awhile on the street corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbbcFAwH-RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XOncUag0w4k/s1600-h/auboncoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbbcFAwH-RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XOncUag0w4k/s200/auboncoffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311674789189384466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was delicious. French Roast. Yessss.  Until I spilled it all over the vault floor. I then went to the expresso bar located in Myles office and made myself a cup. It looked like this. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbbchNnJZmI/AAAAAAAAADE/P3MFxfiTFb4/s1600-h/coffeenumbatwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbbchNnJZmI/AAAAAAAAADE/P3MFxfiTFb4/s200/coffeenumbatwo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311675273677727330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed not to spill that one everywhere. Success!&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and I tested out some pens. Pens are REALLY important at work. When you find a good one it's imperative to defend it with your life. Seriously, pens are no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbbdHqSQcOI/AAAAAAAAADM/2xQ6ladnmx0/s1600-h/myname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbbdHqSQcOI/AAAAAAAAADM/2xQ6ladnmx0/s200/myname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311675934209765602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We liked the top one best. It was a very nice pen. The second one is shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also revealed to Jenn a little known secret about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sbbdpy91WfI/AAAAAAAAADU/mP9lMtfkcrM/s1600-h/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sbbdpy91WfI/AAAAAAAAADU/mP9lMtfkcrM/s200/socks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311676520655575538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My socks never, ever match. I put the shred can in my office directly infront of my feet for the sole purpose of hiding them in the rare case my pant leg may raise and reveal this secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to lunch! I had made way too much oatmeal for breakfast so I brought some for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I also read Shogun at lunch. And called Jason. But not in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbbeQzeJDbI/AAAAAAAAADc/h3eQ0oDXdII/s1600-h/oatmeanandshogun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbbeQzeJDbI/AAAAAAAAADc/h3eQ0oDXdII/s200/oatmeanandshogun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311677190805982642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still hungry after lunch. I redeemed an egg for some CANDY. There was a Twix. I ate it before the picture. I was really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sbbe3EIawvI/AAAAAAAAADk/GVpmtkE6_3A/s1600-h/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sbbe3EIawvI/AAAAAAAAADk/GVpmtkE6_3A/s200/candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311677848113300210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Jason and I are going to maybe watch the first season of 30 Rock or maybe watch a movie. Maybe I will extend my creepiness into documenting that.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to Fox Chapel tomorrow. I feel extremely hateful about this. At least I can get some Caribou Coffee. I do like their Coffee Cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks moving along nicely. I should order a pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-1535652318671307541?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1535652318671307541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=1535652318671307541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1535652318671307541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1535652318671307541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-wouldnt-believe-how-many-people.html' title='You wouldn&apos;t believe how many people straight doubtin&apos; my flow.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbbcFAwH-RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XOncUag0w4k/s72-c/auboncoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-5955624691261291990</id><published>2009-03-09T17:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:25:28.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love blogging.</title><content type='html'>I was excited all day to come home and blog. This may or may not mean that my day was just really boring. It wasn't though. Work was fairly busy. It was enough to make the day go pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;I decided I like posting pictures on here. So I took pictures of random things today for the sole purpose of blogging. I am officially really lame. That probably was official way before today, but whatevaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;So, to recap, this morning was disappointing because it was windy and hateful. I slept in a bit because it was impossible to fall asleep last night and I had to shower in three seconds and then leave for work. I don't like being rushed. It wasn't too bad though, the bus wasn't crowded so I was able to read in peace without hearing the usual explicit phone conversations with so and so's baby's daddy and the classic favorite of someone breaking up with their significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work we have this game going on for the month, everytime you do something on this list of beneficial things you get one of those plastic easter eggs, inside is another little egg with writing on it and you win stuff. It's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my eggs: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWSmn-SCLI/AAAAAAAAABM/fn-hhjRBJuE/s1600-h/0309091608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWSmn-SCLI/AAAAAAAAABM/fn-hhjRBJuE/s320/0309091608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311312527816263858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redeemed some candy and a lottery ticket today, so they aren't shown, BUT GOOD NEWS, I am TWO DOLLARS richer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWS8kH5m4I/AAAAAAAAABU/7qDwqM1KKTA/s1600-h/0309091548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWS8kH5m4I/AAAAAAAAABU/7qDwqM1KKTA/s320/0309091548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311312904739986306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWTzV4tgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/M9vCwLJerFo/s1600-h/0309091615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWTzV4tgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/M9vCwLJerFo/s320/0309091615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311313845810987154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got kind of bored around the end of the day, which resulted in the realization that I have a large quanity of pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also checked the time incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWUBzOu3CI/AAAAAAAAABk/82Q4uB2p50w/s1600-h/downsized_0309091608a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWUBzOu3CI/AAAAAAAAABk/82Q4uB2p50w/s320/downsized_0309091608a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311314094206147618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWU0mW3EkI/AAAAAAAAABs/FUtsNOHWyHs/s1600-h/0309091651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWU0mW3EkI/AAAAAAAAABs/FUtsNOHWyHs/s320/0309091651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311314966923907650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I skipped out of work, I was very pleased to see that the weather had improved. My bus took forever to come but that's normal. I think today was all in all pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;I was briefly infuriated at the people who get on the bus and refuse to move back because I'm pretty sure they believe there is a bus monster in the back of the bus. Then they clusterfuck the front of the bus and I kick them with secretive malice on my way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no goals for the rest of the day. I may just do nothing and then go to sleep really early. Or try to finish Shogun, which is a really sweet book that I'm reading incredibly slow. I don't know why, I usually read rather fast. I hit this weird sort of creative slump recently where I've been unable to do any of the things I enjoy doing, like writing or reading at all. My poor journal has not been updated in a few months. I'm feeling better though, the nice weather is an excellent motivational tool. I think all that cold, cold, horribleness was starting to take it's toll on me. It doesn't usually get to me, but it seemed to just keep dragging with the 2 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;It can get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to now eat some food. I'm thinking a peanut butter sandwich is sounding delicious. I had one for lunch too, but I really do like peanut butter sandwiches (and have no other food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-5955624691261291990?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5955624691261291990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=5955624691261291990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5955624691261291990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5955624691261291990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-blogging.html' title='I love blogging.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbWSmn-SCLI/AAAAAAAAABM/fn-hhjRBJuE/s72-c/0309091608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-2143046769036932329</id><published>2009-03-08T22:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:02:36.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what images from the webcam originally looked like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbSD3-FtweI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lqIgHKkZtsA/s1600-h/205305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbSD3-FtweI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lqIgHKkZtsA/s320/205305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311014858159669730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We couldn't figure out why the picture was all weird. However, I don't know what exactly happened, but I've since figured out how it works. And it's AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;I can do THIS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbSGWCDIQFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/C77HXG0r-78/s1600-h/225527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbSGWCDIQFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/C77HXG0r-78/s320/225527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311017573641896018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my god. I forsee hours and hours of entertaining myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-2143046769036932329?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2143046769036932329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=2143046769036932329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2143046769036932329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2143046769036932329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-what-images-from-webcam.html' title='This is what images from the webcam originally looked like.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbSD3-FtweI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lqIgHKkZtsA/s72-c/205305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-402026620069410803</id><published>2009-03-08T18:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:03:19.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hungry.</title><content type='html'>It smells really nice out. It's been raining on and off it seems. I'm not totally sure, I've been inside for the last few hours. It smells like either the before or after rain smell. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, weekend is almost over. It was a pretty decent weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling sort of weird, I wasn't too into doing anything at first. My anxiety level was insanely high, I bruised my wrist bone or something and I was entirely convinced I was going to meet my end, by swollen wrist bone death or something else incredibly intelligent like that. I dwelled on this ALL DAY. Anyways, after debating what I should do many times in my head, I realized if I stayed in by myself I would just continue freaking out. I still didn't really want to go out, but I made myself for the sake of my sanity. Poor Jason had to listen to me be totally insane for a good while, but I cleaned up my act rather quickly, I think. We went to the BBT to see Erik's friend Tom do stand up comedy. There were also bands. First band was boring, they weren't bad but they just made me sleepy. The second band was so good though. They were called Sistered, I think. They were almost shockingly good. It was a very nice wake up call though. Tom was really funny, I liked his act a lot. After we left there, Jason and I went to the cage with our new found energy. Closed out the cage and then went home and to bed with a six pack that we did really bad at drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday :&lt;br /&gt;We had pancakes for breakfast. &lt;a href="http://www.pamcakesandeggs.com"&gt;Pancakes&lt;/a&gt; are nice. I can't remember the order of the day really. Oh wait, yes, I think I can. We went back to my apartment, then we went to Kristophers for some food. Then we walked to this spot Jason had found awhile ago that had a nice view of the Burgh but when we arrived we found it was all tore up because there is a house being built there. We creeped around a bit, but it wasn't quite the same without all the treacherous weeds and such you had to previously get through to reach it. Then we embarked upon a walk in Frick Park. It was nice. While walking through Squirrel Hill I tripped about 2042930293 times on the sidewalk, weirdly not while in the woods though. I need to really work on my balance. I think one of those millions of times I tripped on the sidewalk, I pulled a muscle in my right leg. It started hurting then and hurts worse today. Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the woods walk, we walked back to Jason's. We had a plan to eat and watch a movie then go back to my place. Erik showed up, we all went to Napoli's instead and had some delicious pizza. I love pizza. Then we walked back and Erik left, we sat around for awhile, I fell asleep. Then we went back to my place, I changed, was unhappy with my outfit and hair and briefly pouted. We then walked up to the cage and met up with &lt;a href="http://www.pamcakesandeggs.com"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt; and Andy for Pam's birthday celebration. It was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXwdWhQIjI/AAAAAAAAACE/rhYKCKjKER8/s1600-h/0307092213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXwdWhQIjI/AAAAAAAAACE/rhYKCKjKER8/s200/0307092213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311415722605290034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXxe8GeupI/AAAAAAAAACU/PTHGzM98EEA/s1600-h/img_1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXxe8GeupI/AAAAAAAAACU/PTHGzM98EEA/s200/img_1738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311416849385044626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXyNP3EtKI/AAAAAAAAACc/aey-LZgqmaw/s1600-h/img_1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXyNP3EtKI/AAAAAAAAACc/aey-LZgqmaw/s200/img_1719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311417644963116194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXyj9vkvxI/AAAAAAAAACk/1oF7JaMryds/s1600-h/img_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXyj9vkvxI/AAAAAAAAACk/1oF7JaMryds/s200/img_1731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311418035236814610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXzZfkQKOI/AAAAAAAAACs/drz9YMYRgs8/s1600-h/0307092303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXzZfkQKOI/AAAAAAAAACs/drz9YMYRgs8/s200/0307092303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311418954849200354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I were walking back and one of us looked at the time and we were totally baffled at how it was 3am. We talked about this today, too. How crazy it was that we were at the cage till three. I only recently realized the time had changed. We're observant. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob being awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXz2xH9rvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o93gTwN7IPM/s1600-h/0308091242a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXz2xH9rvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o93gTwN7IPM/s320/0308091242a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311419457778593522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday/today :&lt;br /&gt;Today we woke up and had biscuits! We then watched Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon which I enjoyed. Then we walked up Murray and went to Uncle Sam's which may have been the highlight of this day. After that we went to Barnes and Noble and browsed for a bit. Then walked back down Murray and my leg hurt a lot and since Jason is such a nice boyfriend, he drove me back to my place. So now I am here.&lt;br /&gt;My spacebar is squeaking. This is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased overall with the weekend though. I think this week will result in less craziness. At least I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-402026620069410803?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/402026620069410803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=402026620069410803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/402026620069410803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/402026620069410803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m hungry.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXwdWhQIjI/AAAAAAAAACE/rhYKCKjKER8/s72-c/0307092213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-7588613379031581885</id><published>2009-03-05T05:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:43:05.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is coming to you from a very special place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXvsmqN3DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Kf5fkd4IL4w/s1600-h/0304092126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXvsmqN3DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Kf5fkd4IL4w/s320/0304092126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311414885124267058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is the very first blog that is being created from my new laptop, Terrell. I got my tax refund back and it was weirdly more than expected which at least can balance out my shitty paychecks, right? But the point is, it was enough where I could finally afford to buy a computer which I did not think possible for quite some time still.&lt;br /&gt;This definitely makes me cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Other new things - I sort of switched jobs. Not jobs persay, just offices so I could have more hours. It was an excellent decision that I have been overly pleased with. I can't begin to explain how glad I am to have made the transition.&lt;br /&gt;- I babysat Pamela's cat, the Bow. It was a learning experience and now I obviously need to get a cat, which if you remember, was my goal for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;- I did get a touch phone. Also very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;That could be about it in new and exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jason and I met up with two of my co-workers, Jenn and Dan, at The Cheesecake Factory in the South Side. Jason and I had never been there before and oh man, it's pretty delicious. It was really fun, I'm really glad we all got to hang out. Good food and good company always mix rather well.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am awake early enough to have showered, be on my second cup of coffee and have time to fuck around online. I feel this is a start to a good day. Keepin' my fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-7588613379031581885?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7588613379031581885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=7588613379031581885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7588613379031581885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7588613379031581885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-is-coming-to-you-from-very.html' title='This blog is coming to you from a very special place.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/SbXvsmqN3DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Kf5fkd4IL4w/s72-c/0304092126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-2326436962195287127</id><published>2009-01-03T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:55:53.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wow, hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am entirely certain that this blog has been long forgotten. I remembered it randomly today while talking to Jason. Then I found it, then I decided I wanted to bring it back to life. Mostly because while reading through it I realized that I am incredibly witty and charming. Everyone knows that though, let's not dwell on it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, gosh, so much is different since the last time my fingers came across this blog. I just don't even know where to start. So I won't start at all and just talk about things like you would know what all has happened. Or I won't talk about anything because I think I do that exceptionally well. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's 2009 now and that doesn't really mean anything to me. It happens every year you know. A new year. Yeah. This new year's eve was pretty fun. It was filled with good friends and wine and happy moments and certainly made for good memories. 2008 had extreme ups and downs and rarely spent time anywhere in the middle. The second half of 2008 was also intensely different from the first half. I believe it was different in a very good way, however. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People get in a tizzy about new years resolutions but it's sort of strange to me because I constantly make resolutions in my head, no matter what time of the year it is. I guess a new year is a new start for a lot of people, but you can really have a new start anytime you want. I can never narrow down a "new years resolution". I could go the way all the normal girls go and say I want to lose ten pounds, but I don't want to lose ten pounds so that's out. I could say I want to be a better person but I think I'm already a pretty sweet person, so I gotta nix that one. I think my new year's resolution will be very simple. I would like to own a cat in 2009. And there it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-2326436962195287127?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2326436962195287127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=2326436962195287127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2326436962195287127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2326436962195287127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-wow-hi.html' title='Oh wow, hi!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-7253704869576967267</id><published>2008-04-29T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:16:44.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes, changes.</title><content type='html'>So Blogface,&lt;br /&gt;I feel I should update you before I peace out from the interwebs for awhile. I decided it would be illogical to take this bitchass computer with me to Squirrel Hill because it's the most ghetto set-up one could ever imagine. So I will be computerless until I save enough dolllaaazzz to buy a sweet new comp.&lt;br /&gt;SO onto exciting things ;&lt;br /&gt;I am 24 as of today! Oh my! Calm down!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday most of the fam, Joe and Jason helped move my bed and such into the apartment. So I had to sleep on the couch here last night. This was unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;Today me and my bff, Dubbsie Dubsalot are going to move some more things in and then I will stay there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the transition period when I can refer to the apartment as home and this will be referred to as my parents house. That will be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work on making myself familiar with Squirrel Hill though. I am so terrible with directions, it's rather embarassing TBH. I get lost going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;New job on Monday! Also exciting! I'm sort of nervous but I know that if I drink enough coffee my nerves will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the Bridgley Moore bbt show, last show evaaa. Which is really sad but it should be a really, really good show.  I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about everything right now.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of change for sure, and it will be challenging, but I am totally welcoming the challenges.&lt;br /&gt;ILU interwebs. See you soon, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-7253704869576967267?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7253704869576967267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=7253704869576967267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7253704869576967267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7253704869576967267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/04/changes-changes.html' title='Changes, changes.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-607926594516895183</id><published>2008-04-01T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:47:43.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If April sucks as bad as March I am going to lose my mind. Even more than I already have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-607926594516895183?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/607926594516895183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=607926594516895183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/607926594516895183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/607926594516895183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-april-sucks-as-bad-as-march-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-7440135057666265475</id><published>2008-03-10T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:39:43.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, fuckin ass.</title><content type='html'>I have no interwebs but I have remedied this by getting a library card at Robinson Library (who knew???) and sneaking on the interweb there and at various friends houses. I love the library because it's free. I got three books there. I am happy. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;   Friday the 14th of March is a double fun day because not only is it my soulmate JTH's birthday but Brittney and I are going to see our favorite slacks wearing member of New Found Glory, and the rest of them too. This takes place in Greensburg so maybe I should pop over to say hi to my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;   The previous Thursday night was rather enjoyable, it was the dubbs birthday and we went to 80's night. A LOT of dancing went on. I can't complain. I can only smile with joy and fond memories of such a spectacular event.&lt;br /&gt;   Nothing exciting happened again until Saturday when Stacy and I braved the blizzard to go to the BBT with the rest of the fam. The BBT itself wasn't that eventful but the after-party was. On our voyage back to The Rob the snow had begun to swirl and twirl and become increasingly worse and worse and it was much more clever to just spend the remainder of the evening at Stacy and John's dad's house in Carnegie. So we all convened there and proceeded to have in depth round table discussions and drink some fine looking beverages. John somehow got thirty-five times more inebriated than us and it was quite hilarious and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;   Last night (Sunday) I slept over here again and we watched Across The Universe. There was lots of singing from very attractive males. Then today Stacy and I worked on lots of things, and are going to go to Club Cafe tonight.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-7440135057666265475?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7440135057666265475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=7440135057666265475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7440135057666265475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7440135057666265475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah-fuckin-ass.html' title='Ah, fuckin ass.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-4086208547809268982</id><published>2008-02-26T13:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:53:23.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world, it will let you down.</title><content type='html'>I've been unusually mo-mo the last few weeks, I don't know why. I blame it on the weather. I just want to sleep all the time. And when I'm awake I just think about how much I want to be sleeping. I bet it's also because I've had to work on the weekends. This gives me nothing to look forward to and makes life seem pointless.&lt;br /&gt;   In other news I've decided to quit drinking. Don't get sad children, just for awhile. It's just a test for myself. I think that if I can't make myself do things or approach people or say what I want to say unless I am drinking then I shouldn't be saying those things at all or talking to those people. I did accomplish a goal of confrontation totally sober which was a big step. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be.  It's a step. It's not like I'm not totally ridiculous while sober anyways.&lt;br /&gt;   I need to make today productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-4086208547809268982?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4086208547809268982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=4086208547809268982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4086208547809268982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4086208547809268982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-to-world-it-will-let-you-down.html' title='Welcome to the world, it will let you down.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-1878676490046398494</id><published>2008-02-21T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:40:40.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm naming my firstborn "Pabst"</title><content type='html'>I made the decision to stay in tonight. I felt it was a good one to make since I was very tired. However I also drank a large quantity of coffee. After laying in my bed not falling asleep for a good portion of time, I decided to give up on sleep. I then made the choice to leave my trust in the cold goodness of Pabst. I'm only two PBR's in and I may not make it farther than that, but still, I feel my mood has improved slightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-1878676490046398494?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/1878676490046398494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=1878676490046398494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1878676490046398494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/1878676490046398494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-naming-my-firstborn-pabst.html' title='I&apos;m naming my firstborn &quot;Pabst&quot;'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-8630802019242311344</id><published>2008-02-20T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:12:18.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>clap clap clap</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day yesterday. I remedied this by having some PBR. It worked out for the most part. Except for now I can only taste Pabst. It's the taste that never leaves. I guess I don't mind much.&lt;br /&gt;    I really, really, really do not want to go to work today. I am procrastinating a lot. I should have probably went and showered 2 hours ago. Now it's 11:05 and I have to be at work at 12:00 and I just will skip showering. Dirty bike punks ftw? Ew, no.&lt;br /&gt;    But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;    It's snowing and I hope people decide not to leave their houses today. Stay home. Stay home and away from the mall. Well actually, go to any mall other than the one in the rob. Stay out of the rob altogether. Because I am tired and want to sleep more. Coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-8630802019242311344?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8630802019242311344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=8630802019242311344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8630802019242311344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8630802019242311344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/02/clap-clap-clap.html' title='clap clap clap'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-6028572317211276043</id><published>2008-02-15T14:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:05:02.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True, it may seem like a stretch.</title><content type='html'>John and I are bringing back three-way attack phone calls. So be on your toes. I also want to make a burn book. I feel like it will be therapeutic. Mean girls had so many good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;    I hate gingers. My cd is skipping and this is not cool.It's some mix cd someone made me. Don't worry. I replaced it with another mix cd that B. Mo made me. It features IATA and Cartel, I think. I wish everyone made me a mix cd, everyday. Always.&lt;br /&gt;    I was in a bad mood earlier but I since am on my second cup of ridiculously strong coffee and it made my mood improve.&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know if I'm going to go out tonight. But tomorrow!!!! Tomorrow I am very much looking forward to. AND I am excited to have another G.N.O. with Pamela. A real one this time.  Yessss! My outfit tomorrow is going to rule. Even though no one ever notices besides Pamela. That's okay. We will make sure to take a FL(full length) photo this time. Yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;    Oh my, this coffee is crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-6028572317211276043?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6028572317211276043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=6028572317211276043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6028572317211276043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6028572317211276043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-it-may-seem-like-stretch.html' title='True, it may seem like a stretch.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-6425628249907525664</id><published>2008-02-13T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:13:32.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baxter, you know I don't speak Spanish.</title><content type='html'>I have taken Pamela's advice and been listening a lot to SK. Incidentally my mood has drastically improved. Coincidence? I think not.    &lt;br /&gt;    My friend of the same name but different spelling (Gena) left me a myspace comment telling me that this girl looks like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/ng/mo/premiere_photo/20070611/11/3968337356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is probably about 15.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Brillo Box show this weekend!! Super stoked. I have to make sure not to get too drunk at the Brillo Box though because the steps that lead upstairs are really steep and I've had some close calls with them. I'm going to have to save most of the drunkeness for the after party, wherever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it is snowing like crazy. I wish this laptop worked like a real laptop because I would totally take it to work with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-6425628249907525664?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/6425628249907525664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=6425628249907525664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6425628249907525664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/6425628249907525664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/02/baxter-you-know-i-dont-speak-spanish.html' title='Baxter, you know I don&apos;t speak Spanish.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-8170824608867427654</id><published>2008-02-11T11:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:55:58.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiney time is for winners.</title><content type='html'>I am so mad/upset. I feel awful and angry and sad. I hate being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;  I should stop listening to sad songs repeatedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-8170824608867427654?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8170824608867427654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=8170824608867427654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8170824608867427654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8170824608867427654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wish-i-never-believed-in-you.html' title='Whiney time is for winners.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-5853847170083037082</id><published>2008-02-10T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:49:34.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you, Terry.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Let's update. I currently feel like I'm going to vomit. This is not fun. But back to real updates. Like our fake b-day party. The turnout was not bad. I mean, it was generally the same people we always hang out with, but I really like all of those people so I'm into it. It was a good time. No drama, just fun.&lt;br /&gt;    Then yesterday we went to see the band play at The Rock Room. We were not in happy moods. The Rock Room was creepy and hot and the sound was bad. I felt like a douchebag because I sat in a corner and didn't speak to anybody but Pam. Oh well. I am listening to Watson Park. I like them. The show itself wasn't bad, we were just in terrible moods. I went to sleep as soon as I got home and I still slept in today. Oh tiredness.    &lt;br /&gt;    There was a random flash of lightening and then a couple rumbles of thunder last night. Then there was nothing else. It was strange. I guess I don't feel much like updating. I thought I did but we all know I can never make up my mind about anything. EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-5853847170083037082?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5853847170083037082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=5853847170083037082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5853847170083037082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5853847170083037082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hate-you-terry.html' title='I hate you, Terry.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-7849293368706636404</id><published>2008-02-05T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:03:44.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to Club Cafe with Stacy for open mic night. It was nice. It's all acoustic and pretty chill. There was no cover and drink specials so I was happy. I only had two drinks but they were delicious. The only bad thing about acoustic is that all the songs are generally depressing love songs. I sort of wanted to die afterwards. All the people that played were really good though.&lt;br /&gt;    Becki, Andrew, John and Jason were supposed to meet us at the rex afterwards but Andrew had a headache so Becki called and said to just come over Jason's. Then John called and said it was going to be boring and we might as well just stay at Club Cafe. So that's what we did. I wanted to see everyone but I had a nice time just kicking it there.&lt;br /&gt;    My goal today is to go out and get some coffee. Becca wants to after she's off work and I was thinking about inviting Joe since he is usually down for coffee and I haven't heard from him in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;    There is apparently some show at Lava Lounge on Valentines Day that might be fun. I'm considering it. I'm considering a few things. Always. Valentines Day is so lame.&lt;br /&gt;    80's night this week seems promising. I'm stoked. It's always worth it to be able to scream "This bed is on fire with passion and love!". That always makes it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;    So far today I have paid off some debts, did my taxes and searched for a new job. I think some more laundry will be next. I did the dishes too. I'm going to totally marry someone in a band so we go on tour all the time and I don't have to do any housework ever. Scooooore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-7849293368706636404?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/7849293368706636404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=7849293368706636404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7849293368706636404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/7849293368706636404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/02/yawn.html' title='Yawn.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-2555139422237933517</id><published>2008-02-03T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:37:06.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck rehab, I wanna get drunk.</title><content type='html'>First off, I am really upset nobody has commented on the new Myspace pictures yet.  I think they are hilarious and show how Pamela and I are fun and silly and everyone should want to be/date us.  But nooooooooooo, that's not what anyone else seems to think.  I have terrible, terrible, AWFUL pains in my stomach today. This makes me unhappy. It makes me very mean. I would like to punch people very much.&lt;br /&gt;    So apparently today is the "Superbowl". What the fuck? What does that mean? Who cares? Why is it "super"?  Seriously. I mean, I know everybody cares but why? Why does everybody care? It makes me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;    I need a new outfit for the party. Too bad I hate life today or I would have went shopping after work. My family members keep trying to speak to me and it's rather annoying. I don't wish to speak to people. Unless my sister wants to guitar battle me. It's on.&lt;br /&gt;    Myspace ruins lives. I swear it does. I swear I want funfetti cupcakes. Oh, I hear someone. Oh it's the sister. They are going to CVS. I requested Aleve.  And some JD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-2555139422237933517?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2555139422237933517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=2555139422237933517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2555139422237933517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2555139422237933517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuck-rehab-i-wanna-get-drunk.html' title='Fuck rehab, I wanna get drunk.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-4936794571042564577</id><published>2008-01-31T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:10:05.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs are overrated, just FYI.</title><content type='html'>I am beating Pam by 3000 points in blog postings. This is mainly because I've had off the last two days and have been really bored. Today I started off with a cup of strong coffee though so I did productive things. Like laundry!! And playing guitar hero which I beat on the easy level and now have to conquer medium. I may be obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;    Tonight shall be interesting. I am accompanying Brittney to see Kris Roe play an acoustic set and then hitting up 80's night. I am going to wear a black dress with tights. Does this surprise anyone at all? It shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;    I made a peanut butter sandwich and it sucks because I didn't realize the bread was stale. I tried to eat it anyways but I just can't do it. I do have vitamin water so maybe I just won't eat today.&lt;br /&gt;Vitamins!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    I hope some of the old gang is at 80's night. So I can cling to them and not be uncomfortable because I'm not going to drink a lot. I will have 2 PBR pounders and then I will be DONE. This is my rule and I will only bring enough money in to buy those. This is my plan but it could be potentially foiled if some boy is all "Let me buy you a drink!" because I have a real problem with turning down drinks. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;    I have to go being the getting ready process. I have 2 and a half hours but I like to procrastinate a lot so I have to start now.&lt;br /&gt;    Tomorrow will be fun too because Pamelalalalallaa and myself are going to go somewhere and hide in a dark corner and chat about our lives. Other parties may join us but no one can be too sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;    Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-4936794571042564577?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/4936794571042564577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=4936794571042564577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4936794571042564577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/4936794571042564577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/01/hugs-are-overrated-just-fyi.html' title='Hugs are overrated, just FYI.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-5524443304282771538</id><published>2008-01-30T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:46:11.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can bring the awesome.</title><content type='html'>OMG. I've had too much coffee!! FYI.&lt;br /&gt;I am so into this blogging. Seriously into it. You don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a journal I really loved and wanted to buy today, it was leather bound and really sweet. It was $27 though and I'm poor. Plus my other journal isn't filled yet, soon it will be.&lt;br /&gt;   Pam and Gina's birthday extravaganza will be taking place relatively soon and I am so stoked.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to get really sweet outfits and everyone will be like "Yo, can I get your digits?" and I will be like "You already have them because I only have a limited amount of friends and if you are at this party you must be one of them." and then I will be like "But....we can slow dance....wiiink" and I will say wink out loud while actually winking.  That's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;   I really hope our party is fun and free of drama. Well I guess a little bit of drama is okay, but only like the fun kind of drama. I want to play fun party games. By fun I mean lame. Spin the bottle FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;   It was super windy last night or early this morning, however you want to put it. My window blew open and scared me. I thought someone was trying to kill me. It would be easy to climb in through my window if you have a background in rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;   Brittney invited me to go to Bamboozle with her in May. I don't know if it's worth it to go to New Jersey when the only band I would really care about seeing is Saves The Day, whom I love dearly but have seen probably like 15 times. I sort of want to go just to go to New Jersey. I don't think it's financially a good move though. We'll see. New Found Glory is coming again though, so we can reunite with Chad and hopefully get in free and be able to kick it backstage. I can then resume trying to find a rich husband in a band. Not anyone in NFG though cause they are all pretty much old and married. I mainly focus on the opening bands. It's like I can't date someone if they aren't in a band. This is a problem. I just really like music and I like people who make it. It's inspiring. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-5524443304282771538?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/5524443304282771538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=5524443304282771538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5524443304282771538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/5524443304282771538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-to-always-feel-like-part-of-this.html' title='I can bring the awesome.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-2592605334954969480</id><published>2008-01-29T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:10:16.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really what you wanted to say?</title><content type='html'>Hello. I think that the newest Saves The Day cd which is titled "Under The Boards" is excellent but also puts me in about the same mood as old Bright Eyes does.  This is not good for a variety of reasons. I still listen to it obsessively though. I really like Chris Conley. I can't help it. Even if after listening to his cd all I feel like doing is sleeping, crying and not answering my phone. The first 5 songs are upbeat and catchy and then the rest of the songs slowly get really dark and morbid. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;    So yesterday was eventful!!! I woke up, did some laundry, thought about reasons to live, failed, drank some coffee, briefly tried to find a new job, failed, pitied myself, checked the interwebs, ignored my phone for three hours, slept, finally called people back, agreed to hang out with Joe &amp;amp; John. We went to dinner where nobody really ate and then Joe and I journeyed to some outdoors store where there were tons of stuffed, dead animals that really freaked me out a lot. They were everywhere. Ugh. Anyways, then we went to visit Joe's brother and sister in law so he could pick up some movie. They are really nice people and they have a super cute little boy so that was fun. We then went back to my house because the movie we wanted to see didn't start till almost ten. We saw Juno and it was really good. It had good music in it and it for some reason made me feel peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;    Then I came home and couldn't sleep because my brain didn't want to shush up. So I tossed and turned forever and finally fell asleep. Now I need coffee and coffee before I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;    I think everything I thought my mind was made up about is totally up in the air again. This sucks. Dammit, Chris Conley. This is your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-2592605334954969480?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/2592605334954969480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=2592605334954969480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2592605334954969480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/2592605334954969480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-really-what-you-wanted-to-say.html' title='Is it really what you wanted to say?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7379042484845489223.post-8031692148748433439</id><published>2008-01-27T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:10:35.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am more important than you.</title><content type='html'>Today I realized that my good friend Pam and myself have a drinking problem. To remedy this I am going to buy us flasks. We will only drink around each other and conceal our drinking around all other people. I didn't realize we had a problem but an online test did confirm the truth that our drinking is hazardous and harmful to our health. I also started to suspect it when Pam began listening to Sean Kingston a lot and crying. I thought that was sort of weird but since she's my BFF I never really confronted her about it and just acted like it was normal to down 3 shots of vodka in two minutes while sobbing along to good ole Sean.&lt;br /&gt;    I once watched a show where the main character has to go to AA and he told his group that there is no such thing as alcoholics, there are just assholes. I think this is a brilliant theory.&lt;br /&gt;    In other news, Pam and I like to make lists. Lists to decide things. Is that so wrong? Is it wrong if every once in awhile they are about boys? Maybe they might add points for really respectable things (nice shoes) and take points away for some not so respectable things (not in a band) but I think it's okay because we just need to clear our heads sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;      I also have a problem with telling the truth. Yeah, I just like to lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7379042484845489223-8031692148748433439?l=ginaftw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/feeds/8031692148748433439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7379042484845489223&amp;postID=8031692148748433439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8031692148748433439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7379042484845489223/posts/default/8031692148748433439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginaftw.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-more-important-than-you.html' title='I am more important than you.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06150033505808008501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WqSRl7JyTNo/Sru3PA4_teI/AAAAAAAAANU/j1Vf2ymg390/S220/img_3724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
