<?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-32742693</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:02:53.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really just little</title><subtitle type='html'>... and someday I will remember!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-2232040798957823151</id><published>2007-10-30T01:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:06:25.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hoodrathoodratHOOCHIEMAMA</title><content type='html'>OH GOD I'M ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making a post because it's 1:42 am and i'm not asleep and i should be, and i'm just worrying about dumbass shit i shouldn't be worrying about. they include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my stupid stupid board game i'm making for school. it's a pirate memory game. called "remembarrr!" i fucking hate pirates. the only good thing about it is the name, and i didn't even come up with that. or the whole idea of a less piratey pirate memory game. oh fuck. i should've just went for "snakes and snakes," if i'm going to waste my time designing board games from little britain sketches.&lt;br /&gt;- the fact that i have like, month-overdue library books. i only think about them when there's NO WAY i can return them. like when it's 1:42 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;- my passive-agressive desperation makes me really obsessive and pathetic. figure that one out. basically, i just wish i didn't have standards sometimes. VAGUE VAGUE VAGUE. (I'M TALKING ABOUT BOYS IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE.) i could be a huge slut if i wanted to be! like when that carnie was all "i would be all over you if i wasn't married," i could've said, "OH LOL I DON'T CARE LET'S DO IT." BUT I DIDN'T. A BLESSING AND A CURSE, THESE MORALS.&lt;br /&gt;- i need a haircut so badly. my awful grown out stupid hair makes everything else about my appearance look stupid. i can't look hot with my bangs pinned back. SHALLOW.&lt;br /&gt;- i spend too much money on awful awful food.&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT AM I GOING TO DO AFTER SCHOOL AHHH OH SHIT. what if i don't get a job? i'll be crushed. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;- can i go on living my mac-centric life without osx leopard?&lt;br /&gt;- i need a winter coat that i can love.&lt;br /&gt;- i miss tim horton's butternut squash soup.&lt;br /&gt;- i haven't had an egg roll in years.&lt;br /&gt;- I CAN'T TELL IF I'M LOSING OR GAINING WEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;-  i don't have time to buy avacados to make guacamole. when am i going to by avacados. oh shit, i was avacados RIGHT. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SHIT KEEPS ME AWAKE AT NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can i just say that walking from baba's, to the the china garden, to some house somewhere (?) to MCDONALDS, to the 24 HOUR NEEDS, and then BACK TO THE HUTCH with newly aquired chips/iced tea/jersey milk bar is a TERRIBLE TERRIBLE IDEA? especially in crazy mod boots. every time i saw a car i wished they'd stop and offer me a drive home. i sat down on the little garden wall in front of mcdonalds and made a drunken promise to move to toronto. i lost a devil horn headband, and then found it without realizing i'd lost it in the first place. i yelled "IM HUNGRY" to some guy outside dinos. fuck. i was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;so it was a terrible idea, but it made for ~*HiLaRiOuS tImEs*~ so i'm kinda glad i did. but my feet still hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='hoodrathoodratHOOCHIEMAMA'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-134461646192234693</id><published>2007-03-05T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:50:15.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk on hump day</title><content type='html'>This song is way too awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/ino7lh'&gt;CocoRosie - Rainbowarriors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am way too excited for Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh yeah we make these out back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-134461646192234693?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/134461646192234693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=134461646192234693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/134461646192234693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/134461646192234693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/03/drunk-on-hump-day.html' title='drunk on hump day'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-317982704026228175</id><published>2007-03-04T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:48:42.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbowarriors</title><content type='html'>i'm insanely worried that something is going to happen to my opa.&lt;br /&gt;my mom called me and said "no, no news here..." and before i hung up she said "OH opa was in the hospital, he was there for a week and had to have surgery. and he was in a little accident, he tried to open the window when he was driving but he opened the door and went in the swamp and the tow truck had to pull him out."&lt;br /&gt;WTF MOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-317982704026228175?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/317982704026228175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=317982704026228175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/317982704026228175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/317982704026228175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/03/rainbowarriors.html' title='rainbowarriors'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-5443602526221890209</id><published>2007-02-26T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:07:32.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>though that i knew what colours were</title><content type='html'>ohhh why are the sensible songs all recorded on boomboxes with a severely out of tune guitar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-5443602526221890209?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/5443602526221890209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=5443602526221890209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/5443602526221890209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/5443602526221890209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/02/though-that-i-knew-what-colours-were.html' title='though that i knew what colours were'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-117201846997342829</id><published>2007-02-20T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:41:10.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no no no no no no no no</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/3583/1600/886678/discount-half_fiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/3583/400/312780/discount-half_fiction.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album is everything I need right now, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song from it, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/0o01f9'&gt;Discount - Half Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Alison Mosshart have to be all "k bye I'm gonna go be in the Kills now."?&lt;br /&gt;The Kills are awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-117201846997342829?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/117201846997342829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=117201846997342829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117201846997342829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117201846997342829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no.html' title='no no no no no no no no'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-117186229784019466</id><published>2007-02-19T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:18:17.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last.fm</title><content type='html'>http://www.last.fm/user/limechordial/&lt;br /&gt;It FINALLY works on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Go there, add me, judge me based on my taste in music. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for giggles, here's the account I used on the computer at home.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.last.fm/user/danceanthem/&lt;br /&gt;Now it just tracks what my sister listens to. Fuck, she has good tase in music. Except I don't know what that Carrie Underwood song is doing there with SO MANY PLAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-117186229784019466?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/117186229784019466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=117186229784019466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117186229784019466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117186229784019466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/02/lastfm.html' title='last.fm'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-117177167124044352</id><published>2007-02-17T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:11:45.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old pictures</title><content type='html'>My photobucket os a goldmine of hilarity. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/8f021535.jpg" border="0" alt="ohman"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Karen O Halloween costume. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2003_0730Image0001.jpg" border="0" alt="clear skies"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew Barrymore's ex-boyfriend in a kimono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/peppermint_shelf.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shelf's got the angles. How shitty. I fucking haaaated Industrial Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2003_0817Image0001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID I SLEEP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2003_1103Image0005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2004_0714Image0005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FLATNOSE. I WOULD GIVE YOU A HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/pigtails_001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, HOW DID I SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2004_0820Image0001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOOOOOOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/artroom014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PICTURES OF MY ROOM? check out the checked vinyl wrist cuff. I actually wore it. It made me sweaty. I totally get points for being like, 15 and reading Palahniuk and Vonnegut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/artroom012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of this picture is embarassing/hilarious/awesome. I can't list them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2004_1219Image0002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS MY TREE. WHERE IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/inukag2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohfuck. I loved Inuyasha SO MUCH. I feel like watching it again now for some reason. Ohhhh nostalgia and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/sept04_01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL NEVER NOT LAUGH AT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/buck65006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buck 65 is yum. And that guy is hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2003_0121_054008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY MADE THE GROUND SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/pineapple.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol4hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2006_0813_040226.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of "what's in your purse?" business. &lt;br /&gt;1. wallet&lt;br /&gt;2. headphones&lt;br /&gt;3. light reading&lt;br /&gt;4. WOMAN BITS.&lt;br /&gt;5. nail polish&lt;br /&gt;6. hair doodles&lt;br /&gt;7. hand sanitzer&lt;br /&gt;8. paycheck&lt;br /&gt;9. cashhh&lt;br /&gt;10. one earring&lt;br /&gt;11. marlee's dad's phone number&lt;br /&gt;12. a candy wrapper. i got the candy from willy and glynis&lt;br /&gt;13. some pile of receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/bedd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2006_0819_031902.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a much calmer room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2006_0819_031913.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck i miss that poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2006_0815_122104.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay guys we're in montague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/2006_0815_082938.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww Mary Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/other/future.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out all the songs that never finished downloading. hi dialup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/graphic011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my pictures get REALLY NEW all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/graphic008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBYE GUYS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-117177167124044352?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/117177167124044352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=117177167124044352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117177167124044352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117177167124044352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/02/old-pictures.html' title='old pictures'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-117124363555210032</id><published>2007-02-11T19:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:27:15.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feel it</title><content type='html'>Here's some FREE MUSIC for all you ungrateful shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/vu9fi8'&gt;Animal Collective - We Tigers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is fucking weird and 99% of the population can't stand it. But OH MAN TIGERSTIGERSTIGERSTIGERSTIGERSOHAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/641phq'&gt;The Aquabats - Pizza Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAL PLAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/0m4woc'&gt;The Arcade Fire - Intervention&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nice, with an organ and other nice stuff. Mmhmm? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/b3jjfy'&gt;The Boy Least Likely To - Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like George Michael, but with a banjo. Yesplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/i6zf98'&gt;Brendan Benson - Cold Hands, Warm Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Brendan Benson, you look like the guy from Puddle of Mud but I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/q6f2p4'&gt;Camera Obscura - San Francisco Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I love Camera Obscura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/jxhbjx'&gt;Cat Power - I Found A Reason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find the Velvet Underground version of this where it's all warm and fuzzy and feels like a sleigh ride. That's fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/92jkdy'&gt;CocoRosie - By Your Side&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a remix of the song Far Left by Spank Rock and there's a sample of this song and ohh man loveliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/54g36d'&gt;The Dresden Dolls - Delilah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But live this time! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/ltfa2g'&gt;The Exploding Hearts - I'm a Pretender&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome band with a really sad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/s89055'&gt;Girl Talk - Non-Stop Party Now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILTHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/qynh1s'&gt;Goldfrapp - Ooh La La&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/3h2db8'&gt;Guitar Wolf - Can-Nana Fever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not TUFF and also Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/cnayg4'&gt;Har Mar Superstar - DUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he ever makes a song about getting drunk and having Internet access, it might be my anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/1is6y5'&gt;The Knife - You Make Me Like Charity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the girl from CSS in this song. Right? Or maybe I dreamt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/z2ngpl'&gt;Malajube - Le Jus de Citron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW FRENCH HAY GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/vph02h'&gt;The Moldy Peaches - Rainbows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE FILTHINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/0tdnll'&gt;My Bloody Valentine - Blown a Wish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eughhh I'm getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/vnarw6'&gt;Neutral Milk Hotel - Oh Sister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Comely/Oh Sister/Oh my God they're like the same song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/w94sw2'&gt;Of Montreal - Tim, I Wish You Were Born A Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/fxaogl'&gt;The Only Ones - Another Girl, Another Planet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claaaaassic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/byxha0'&gt;The Pipettes - Kitchen Sink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll tie you to the kitchen sink. I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/joho6s'&gt;Princess Superstar - NYC Cunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the whole bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/89709b'&gt;Regina Spektor - The Noise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina I love you marry me etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/8hq3ox'&gt;Rilo Kiley - The Good That Won't Come Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSTIPATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/l1zjo8'&gt;The Slits - Love und Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Slits are lovely and skippy and they had BOOOOOBS on their album cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/y63fug'&gt;Spank Rock - Backyard Betty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'D TAP THE HO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/ker7sf'&gt;Tilly and the Wall - Bad Education&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAP DANCE YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna give up here because I'm going crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-117124363555210032?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/117124363555210032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=117124363555210032' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117124363555210032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117124363555210032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/02/feel-it_11.html' title='feel it'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-117002986157190529</id><published>2007-01-28T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:17:41.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk</title><content type='html'>i embarrass myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-117002986157190529?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/117002986157190529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=117002986157190529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117002986157190529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/117002986157190529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/drunk.html' title='drunk'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116967096401898262</id><published>2007-01-24T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:36:04.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I should be reading/writing about scary Eastern Europeans... I do crap like this.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually for something and it made a few people happy, at least. But I really did not have to spend that much time on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/4118/reginalivefront5ba.png" alt="front" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/8886/liveback9lz.png" alt="back" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/g7x3tz"&gt;Download it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116967096401898262?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116967096401898262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116967096401898262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116967096401898262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116967096401898262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-i-should-be-readingwriting-about.html' title=''/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116950002054942939</id><published>2007-01-22T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:07:00.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck, sister?</title><content type='html'>12:16:32 PM lafayette_blues@hotmail.com: WHY ARE YOU HOME?&lt;br /&gt;12:16:52 PM kelseycheverie777@msn.com: who are you?&lt;br /&gt;12:16:54 PM lafayette_blues@hotmail.com: kristin&lt;br /&gt;12:17:00 PM kelseycheverie777@msn.com: who?&lt;br /&gt;12:17:05 PM lafayette_blues@hotmail.com: your lovely sister&lt;br /&gt;12:17:15 PM lafayette_blues@hotmail.com: or perhaps this is dad&lt;br /&gt;12:17:16 PM lafayette_blues@hotmail.com: nevermind then&lt;br /&gt;12:17:22 PM kelseycheverie777@msn.com: HAHAHAHA IT ME&lt;br /&gt;12:17:23 PM kelseycheverie777@msn.com: kelsey&lt;br /&gt;12:17:31 PM lafayette_blues@hotmail.com: okay&lt;br /&gt;12:17:51 PM kelseycheverie777@msn.com: there is no school today because our school burnt down&lt;br /&gt;12:17:58 PM lafayette_blues@hotmail.com: fabulous&lt;br /&gt;12:18:05 PM kelseycheverie777@msn.com: you know it. &lt;br /&gt;12:18:18 PM lafayette_blues@hotmail.com: why didn't it burn down when i was there?&lt;br /&gt;12:18:21 PM lafayette_blues@hotmail.com: answer me that&lt;br /&gt;12:18:45 PM kelseycheverie777@msn.com: because you pick your nose with pliers&lt;br /&gt;12:19:01 PM kelseycheverie777@msn.com: heavy duty ones, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116950002054942939?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116950002054942939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116950002054942939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116950002054942939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116950002054942939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-fuck-sister.html' title='what the fuck, sister?'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116917526685781106</id><published>2007-01-18T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:54:26.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>your skin is something that i stir into my tea</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U18vUUkKnog&lt;br /&gt;Some songs just KILL ME lately.&lt;br /&gt;Including that one.&lt;br /&gt;Especially that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116917526685781106?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116917526685781106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116917526685781106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116917526685781106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116917526685781106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-skin-is-something-that-i-stir.html' title='your skin is something that i stir into my tea'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116898471760659465</id><published>2007-01-16T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:58:37.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mixes</title><content type='html'>Here's a mix of songs. With a theme, kind of. If you can figure it out you're SMART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/x3jmx1'&gt;download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly sweet/girly/heartbreaking stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I either feel really awesome lately, or really crap.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the Moldy Peaches song on that mix doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Kimya Dawsom is such a lovely kind of depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116898471760659465?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116898471760659465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116898471760659465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116898471760659465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116898471760659465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/mixes.html' title='mixes'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116891866164928477</id><published>2007-01-15T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:54:00.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey</title><content type='html'>I had a hilarious phone conversation with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;She called to ask if it was snowing in town. I said, "Yes, yes, it is snowing. Now let me bitch about my living situation for a bit."&lt;br /&gt;She told me to get over it, stick it through, "You said, even if you hated it, you'd stick through it."&lt;br /&gt;And then I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;And then she said she'd think of a way to fix it. And that she was going to come in with Opa on Thursday and they'd take me out for lunch or something.&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm winning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116891866164928477?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116891866164928477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116891866164928477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116891866164928477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116891866164928477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/weve-seen-those-mountains-kneeling.html' title='we&apos;ve seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116846446690060156</id><published>2007-01-10T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:27:46.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>help.</title><content type='html'>I started thinking about this yesterday, and now it's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;What if, instead of moving back home this summer, I just got an apartment in town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks in Souris drove me crazy, I can only imagine four months.&lt;br /&gt;Also, what are my possibilities for jobs in Souris? Fish plant or the Visitor's Information Centre, or... the lighthoue or something. Surely they'd be a wider variety of jobs in town? Maybe even a few I'd like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel like I'm growing up REALLY fast, probably because of the length of my course and the people I'm around. I'm going to be 19 when I graduate. Even though plenty of people are still going to be living with their parents at that age, I feel like if I'm at home trying to work things out with my life, I'll just stay there. I want to try to get some sort of job as soon as I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;And if I have some practice with living on my own, paying rent, buying groceries, etc., wouldn't that make the transition from student to CAREER WOMAN a lot easier?&lt;br /&gt;It's just that if I fuck up with my responsibilities now, when I'm still in school, I'd feel better asking my parents for help than I would after I graduate college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, growing up/becoming independant used to TERRIFY me. Especially in grade 10/11 when I didn't know what I wanted to do, didn't know how I'd ever be able to take care of myself. Now I've been somewhat on my own for a few months, and whenever I go home I feel so restrained, like I'm in high school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told my parents any of this plan yet because I think they'd DIE if I even suggested that I never wanted to live at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another option I have is working at the fish plant for May/June, then moving into town.&lt;br /&gt;The only real con with that is that working on the line in the fish plant is MINDLESS. You spend about 12 hours a day, 6 days a week, cutting open lobster and shit with stupid people. I think that, along with hanging with the same people I hung around with in high school, doing the same things... might make me regress a litle bit and make me feel stupid or something. This is a dumb excuse, but it concerns me somehow. Like, how do I go from going out and doing WHATEVER I want, to having to tell my parents that I'm going to drive around with all of these people and I won't drink and I won't do drugs and I won't cause any trouble and I won't go to any strangers's houses and I'll call them if I ever feel uncomfortable at all? HOW do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is feedback I have already. I need more, before I can even SUGGEST this to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know exactly what you mean about all that 'grown up' stress. Mind you, I graduate in 4 years, but its on my mind regardless. I've been scouring housing sites for the past half hour, trying to figure out where the hell I'm going to live next year, because there's no way I'll be in residence again. Um, I think you're smartest option is the two month, two month thing. As awesome and appealing as it is to do the whole on your own, all summer idea, it's not really the most logical. Being super stressed about money myself, I think it's best to make a ton and still get a head start on living alone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in high school when I was 19 (damn Ontario and having grade 13 back then) so you're in a totally different situation then I've been in. If it's a possibility with money and all that, then it would probably be a great experience since you'd get to stay with a bunch of new friends. I don't know your friend situation at home, but it sounds like you've found a better group that you enjoy more in Charlottetown. But if you don't want to worry about money, living at home is good for saving up for the future. I don't think a head start would be all that beneficial for anything other than temporary pleasure, especially if it's only for one summer, and in a time when money is probably as thin as it'll ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how far away is it from home? I'm sure your parents don't want to all of a sudden not see their daughter for a long time, when they were expecting you home. But this is a personal situation that is different for everybody, I'm just speculating. But working at a fish factory... hmm that could be pretty shitty too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo if I were you, I would stay at home for one final summer (coming from a 22 year old who lives at home... yeesh) but I'm sure you'll make the best decision for yourself. Good luck with it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think the best thing would be to work at the fish place over the summer, because you'd be able to save all that money rather than spend it on rent and such. I understand you wanting to dive right into things but there will be plenty of time for that later. However living on your own is nice and sometimes I wish I'd moved out earlier than I did (I was 22). What are your options as far as jobs and cheap places to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't try to grow up toooo fast. at 19 i was married and at 20 i was buying a house. too much!! i'd say to go home and work and save up money so you can learn how to manage that money through your next school year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I think I disagree with Rox and Bug though. If I were in your situation, I'd stay in town, get a small apartment, maybe a roommate, and a job I liked. As far as your mom being sad that you're not home, well, that's just part of it. You gotta leave the nest sometime. While you're in college is a good time to start dealing with things like rent and bill juggling, having a job and so forth. Then again, 19 is pretty young. I was 20 and a Junior in college when I moved into my first apartment with my then-boyfriend-eventually-ex-husband. (I don't recommend moving in with a boy, by the way). If you do decide to stay in town and get a job and so forth, just remember that in addition to paying rent and bills, groceries and fun money, you also need to start a SAVINGS account if you don't already have one. And contribute to it regularly. Never underestimate the sense of freedom having a couple months' security in the bank will give you. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Annie, and also the others to an extent. I think the key is to do what you think will work best for you obviously and it's never good to do something that you feel is forcing you to be something you're not ready for. But I've had a job that I allows me to look after myself since the age of 16, been at Uni and fended for myself since 18 and paid all my bills and had my own apartment/house since 18/19. I don't mean 'hey look at me', just 'hey look, if a retard like me can do it, so can you!'. Because it's really a lovely feeling to be independent. And it's not that big a step of difficulty, it's not as scary as it might seem. So do what works for you but responsibility is totally fun and awesome and it feels great to step into the world of adulthood properly. Good luck with whatever you do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS THE INTERNET, REALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116846446690060156?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116846446690060156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116846446690060156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116846446690060156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116846446690060156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/help.html' title='help.'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116821017456014301</id><published>2007-01-07T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:49:34.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>as blue as the blue in yr eye</title><content type='html'>I probably shouldn't divulge things that often!&lt;br /&gt;Or get so fucked up that it takes me a few minutes to realize I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;Or 29524830 other bad things.&lt;br /&gt;Now my tablet doesn't work and I have to use the little pad-thing on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116821017456014301?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116821017456014301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116821017456014301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116821017456014301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116821017456014301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-blue-as-blue-in-yr-eye.html' title='as blue as the blue in yr eye'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116810601761296073</id><published>2007-01-06T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:53:37.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that's why I make records!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=" http://www.sendspace.com/file/10cb70"&gt;Outside the cars are beeping out a song just in your honour.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought the day would come where I would spent my Friday night obsessing over Alphonse Mucha.&lt;br /&gt;Eughhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116810601761296073?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116810601761296073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116810601761296073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116810601761296073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116810601761296073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/thats-why-i-make-records.html' title='that&apos;s why I make records!'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116794955422016341</id><published>2007-01-04T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:25:54.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 TIL I DIE</title><content type='html'>That's what my dad sang to me on the phone today. He is STRANGE.&lt;br /&gt;I am in fact eighteen right now, and it's kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair all did and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am a huge nerd and last night I listened to &lt;a href=" http://www.sendspace.com/file/b3fdp0"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; on repeat for half an hour up until 12:00 AM. And at around 11:56 I synched it up so that it would end right when it was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116794955422016341?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116794955422016341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116794955422016341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116794955422016341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116794955422016341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/18-til-i-die.html' title='18 TIL I DIE'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116777189030443878</id><published>2007-01-02T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:04:50.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK IT OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/3583/1600/998957/shitty-blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/3583/320/87094/shitty-blog.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to force my music on everyone, so here's a pile of songs you should download. If you know what's good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/conwfu"&gt;Stars - Ageless Beauty (More Serene Mix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was up to me, I would make sure the title of this indicated that it "bopped." But I'm not in charge of stuff like that, and it saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/slpi3l"&gt;Mason vs Princess Superstar - Perfect Exceeder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. YES PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/zl0r1k"&gt;Reklame - Coca-Cola For Oss Alle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian Coke ads: Let me marry them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/hymyei"&gt;Joanna Newsom - Peach, Plum, Pear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me want some sort of kingdom, complete with minstrels. Oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/4cwma2"&gt;Tori Amos - A Case Of You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to the original of this song way to much lately. This is the only cover that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/ohizgk"&gt;Nouvelle Vague - Love Will Tear Us Apart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French girls singing old punk/new wave songs. Why has this not taken over the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/cwbqzp"&gt;Girl Talk - Minute by Minute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Girl Talk is fun, but this is best because it has JEFF MANGUM COUNTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/pkhnyg"&gt;Neutral Milk Hotel - Holland, 1945&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO JEFF MANGUM COUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/220klx"&gt;Spank Rock - Lindsay Lohan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to listen to this when my mother's in the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116777189030443878?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116777189030443878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116777189030443878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116777189030443878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116777189030443878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/check-it-out.html' title='CHECK IT OUT'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116767582669091631</id><published>2007-01-01T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:23:46.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischa Barton's sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/3583/1600/100026/img4491iz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/3583/320/595709/img4491iz4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to be her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116767582669091631?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116767582669091631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116767582669091631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116767582669091631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116767582669091631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2007/01/mischa-bartons-sister.html' title='Mischa Barton&apos;s sister'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116666880715396495</id><published>2006-12-20T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:40:07.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>40 of The Most Random Questions You Will Ever Fill Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What side of the heart do you draw first?&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can you dive without plugging your nose?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What color is your razor?&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is your blood-type?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure no one. Maybe Macaulay Culkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What is a rumor someone has spread about you?&lt;br /&gt;That I killed goldfish, way back when I was three. Fuck, I love goldfish. I wouldn't kill one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How do you feel about carrots?&lt;br /&gt;They're fun, and if you eat enough your skin turns orange. A+ for carrots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) How many chairs at the dining room table?&lt;br /&gt;Two benches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Which is the best Spice Girl?&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed Posh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you know what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;Time to get a new watch, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you know all the words to the Fresh Prince Theme Song?&lt;br /&gt;Probably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch and complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What's your favorite kind of gum?&lt;br /&gt;I've never given it much thought. Fruity-type flavours are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) All's fair in love and war.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you know how to use some words correctly, but not know the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;This makes no sense. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you like to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;UH HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you know which US states don't use Daylight Savings Time?:&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS I DON'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you know the words to the song Total Eclipse of the Heart?&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart... Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you want a bright yellow '06 mustang?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What's something you've always wanted?&lt;br /&gt;A boy har har har. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you have hairy legs?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Fuck you, it's winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What does "Semper Fidelis" stand for?&lt;br /&gt;YR FACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Would you rather swim in the ocean or a lake?&lt;br /&gt;Ocean. Lakes are creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Do you wear a lot of black?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Describe your hair.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, long and tangled and in need of some sort of cut/dye job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you have Entomophobia?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't know what it is, I don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Are you an adult?&lt;br /&gt;IN THE WIZARDING WORLD HOLLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Where is/are your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Are you addicted to TV?&lt;br /&gt;No. At the moment it's all I do (because I have nothing else) and it's SO BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you enjoy spending time with your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Are you a sugar freak?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;Charlottetown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Who did you copy this from?&lt;br /&gt;Haley on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) How do you know them?&lt;br /&gt;Internets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Have you kissed anyone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;No. Unless KISSING ASS counts. But I didn't even do that, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = Opening gifts with family. Sunday = going to Mass at midnight, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so my life is easily the most boring it's ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went outside to get the paper and realized it was the first time I went outside since Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still need to get my sister a Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my marks back and they were okay, between 74 and 81. Okay, but I value the evaluation more than the actual marks, I think.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll kick ass next term, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for the next little bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and Friday - Fuckall, unless some emergency shopping trip happens. Which it has to.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Opening gifts with cousins/uncles. This usually happens on Christmas Eve, but due to custody shit it's happening the day before. Also, because there's retarded midnight mass on Sunday. "So we can't have a few drinks," says my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Sleeping at church&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Hopefully no tears on Christmas morning. I realized as soon as my mother was done shopping that I might want a scanner and a Polaroid camera. Oops. So hopefully I get nice surprises. Hopefully I get my sister a present. Hopefully Mom likes the present me and Kelsey are pouring our hearts and souls into. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also iTunes is retarded. "Xmas Cake" by Rilo Kiley has 128 plays (what?) and "Get Behind Me, Santa" by Sufjan Stevens has 98 plays. I did not listen to those songs that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some sort of Christmas conspiracy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116666880715396495?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116666880715396495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116666880715396495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116666880715396495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116666880715396495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116621663520709241</id><published>2006-12-15T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:03:55.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>East Point</title><content type='html'>East Point is easily the most boring invention ever invented.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lighthouse and some windmill's and that's really about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took a drive up the north side, and then through Souris down to the south side JUST BECAUSE I was bored and had nothing to do with no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116621663520709241?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116621663520709241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116621663520709241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116621663520709241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116621663520709241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/12/east-point.html' title='East Point'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116595934906942639</id><published>2006-12-12T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:35:49.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never met a more impossible girl</title><content type='html'>This song is so strange... once every month or so I rediscover it and listen to it NONSTOP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/573a2v"&gt;The Dresden Dolls - Delilah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In this same bar where you slammed down your hand&lt;br /&gt;And said "Amanda, i'm in love"&lt;br /&gt;No you're not&lt;br /&gt;You're just a sucker for the ones who use you&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter what I say or do&lt;br /&gt;The stupid bastard's gonna have his way with you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so I have this on repeat today, is what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last class of 2006. I'm kind of happy and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy about cleaning up/packing, that's for sure. Eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have my evaluation yesterday, which was actually kind of fun, I thought. I was right about what I was good at/what needed improvement, but it was good to have some sort of validation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116595934906942639?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116595934906942639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116595934906942639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116595934906942639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116595934906942639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-never-met-more-impossible-girl.html' title='I&apos;ve never met a more impossible girl'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116580878058120647</id><published>2006-12-10T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:46:20.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO WIN AT GRAPHIC DESIGN</title><content type='html'>- Use strange-coloured tape. Purple, for example.&lt;br /&gt;- Let classmates sleep over in your room. But it's not enough to just sleep, you kind of have to sprawl out all over your bed as well as your roommates. Also you should like, spoon and shit.&lt;br /&gt;- MUSTACHES. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you don't deserve to know.&lt;br /&gt;- Incorporate cats into everything you do. Incorporate monorails into everythin you do. Incorporate both for MAXIMUM effect.&lt;br /&gt;- Live at school.&lt;br /&gt;- PELIKAN gouache. In JARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH SO I HOPE THIS HELPS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S SOME SONGS 'N' SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/upvx0z"&gt;Amy Millan - I Will Follow You Into The Dark (LIVE WITH STEEL GUITARS AND COUNTRY-SOUNDING SHIT)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/9wcx3m"&gt;The Brunettes - Loopy Loopy Love (UH YEAH)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/j98kaf"&gt;Mates of State - Abercrombie (I'M KINDA EMO BUT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE IT'S MATES OF STATE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/mqec9s"&gt;Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins - Fernando (NOT THE ABBA SONG, BUT CONAN TALKS FOR A BIT AT THE END)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/3583/1600/403156/grap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/3583/320/536906/grap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116580878058120647?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116580878058120647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116580878058120647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116580878058120647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116580878058120647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-to-win-at-graphic-design.html' title='HOW TO WIN AT GRAPHIC DESIGN'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-116493100836029911</id><published>2006-11-30T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:56:48.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>loopy loopy somethingorother</title><content type='html'>I've settled into school a bit and it's going nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Only I feel like I'm getting a bit burnt out. Maybe I need Christmas, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO I need Montreal in January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the family is going for a weekend in January, and I hope I'm allowed to come too.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 18/legal/able to see a show, maaaybe?&lt;br /&gt;I need to get in touch with Katrien and see about meeting up with her somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking riiiiiiight for LR meetups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment a bunch of people are in my room watching the OC, and whenever Sandy shows up all I can think about is SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-116493100836029911?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/116493100836029911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=116493100836029911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116493100836029911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/116493100836029911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/11/loopy-loopy-somethingoroth_116493100836029911.html' title='loopy loopy somethingorother'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-115888495148586678</id><published>2006-09-21T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:29:44.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>obscura</title><content type='html'>Hey! I picked up my shiny MacBook yesterday. His name is Phillip and he's kinda hot.&lt;br /&gt;Except now the pen pressure/eraser on my tablet doesn't work in Photoshop. Oops...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever though. College/rez life is good and fun, really. My residence is a crappy falling-down motel. My classroom in college is brand new, WHAT A CONRAST. Contrast is good, that's what I learned in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-115888495148586678?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/115888495148586678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=115888495148586678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115888495148586678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115888495148586678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/09/obscura.html' title='obscura'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-115680927551519934</id><published>2006-08-28T20:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:54:35.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>banjo</title><content type='html'>Insecurities, shyness, and paranoia do not mix well at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;They ruined my whole day, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have life experiences to Anthems for a Seventeen-Year-Old Girl by Broken Social Scene, but the way things are going, that is NOT going to happen ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my computer is in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-115680927551519934?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/115680927551519934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=115680927551519934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115680927551519934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115680927551519934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/08/banjo.html' title='banjo'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-115642509121275064</id><published>2006-08-24T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:13:20.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I want passion in my eyes</title><content type='html'>This shy girl is moving on up, going to fucking college in a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, really.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to like it but I'm worried. I think I'll be the youngest one there. And that everyone will hate me and ostracize me or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It's normal paranoia, but in that setting it's going to be worse.&lt;br /&gt;Here's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisheregiraffe.deviantart.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="righthere" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/changychangychanga/watercolours_into_the_ocean_by_this.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click it! It's what I'm going to school for, it better be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to be cryptic!&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when something good comes along and I kind of let it go by. I get worried if people are too nice to me. Normal paranoia for me, once again.&lt;br /&gt;But I let things go by too late, I can count all these things and then slap my head because I'm an idiot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to become a raging asexual and reproduce by budding, it's gonna be okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-115642509121275064?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/115642509121275064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=115642509121275064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115642509121275064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115642509121275064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-passion-in-my-eyes.html' title='I want passion in my eyes'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-115574739906839408</id><published>2006-08-16T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:56:39.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>it's summertime</title><content type='html'>"So when I called my dad to say I was sorry I missed church, he told me, 'There's someone bigger you should be saying sorry to.'"&lt;br /&gt;"HE MEANT GOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's Night was generally a success. Lots of laffs were had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm navigationally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If all goes well, I'm going to have a new laptop computer by the end up today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-115574739906839408?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/115574739906839408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=115574739906839408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115574739906839408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115574739906839408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-summertime.html' title='it&apos;s summertime'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32742693.post-115560747035248228</id><published>2006-08-14T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:42:10.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>translation</title><content type='html'>I'll start this blog off with a song reccomendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/vwcher"&gt;Broken Social Scene - Major Label Debut (Fast)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took my dog for a walk on the beach. We both ran and I listened to that song really really loud on my headphones. I felt like I was in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited for tomorrow. I work from 8:30 until 4:30 (yay Souris Library!), and then some friends I haven't seen in a while are picking me up and we're hitting up CHARLOTTETOWN.&lt;br /&gt;This is the conversation I had with my friend the other night about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, we're going to go to town and have a girl's day on Tuesday!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it'll be me, you, Mary Theresa and Jason!"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad, we don't even think he's a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it will hopefully be a good time. I'm going to take squillions of pictures, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32742693-115560747035248228?l=mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/feeds/115560747035248228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32742693&amp;postID=115560747035248228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115560747035248228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32742693/posts/default/115560747035248228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidsandswallows.blogspot.com/2006/08/translation.html' title='translation'/><author><name>kristincheverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01750995508963154356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
