<?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-7123057</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:24:04.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what i think!</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog of Brooke.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-113374933346558679</id><published>2005-12-04T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:23:10.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas List</title><content type='html'>This is for Christmas List purposes only...&lt;br /&gt;Vera Wang Perfume&lt;br /&gt;Gold Metallic Chuck Taylors at Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Any Weezer CD&lt;br /&gt;The Muppet Christmas Carol Special Anniversary DVD&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner-Book&lt;br /&gt;A Hot Date!!&lt;br /&gt;Gift Cards From: Old Navy, GAP, Macy's, Target&lt;br /&gt;Spanglish DVD&lt;br /&gt;The Notebook DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all I can think of for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...I want a Carly Simon CD The Best of Carly Simon or something like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-113374933346558679?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113374933346558679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=113374933346558679' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/113374933346558679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/113374933346558679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-christmas-list.html' title='My Christmas List'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-112792615089197995</id><published>2005-09-28T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:49:10.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hello folks.  I guess you could say that I have been on hiatus.  Well, that is just because my life is pretty boring.   I work.  I go to one class that I hate!!  I hang out a little bit.  But I feel like I am just doing the same thing day after day.  I don't know what else to say.  I have seen a couple of movies recently.  One scared me to death.  Anyways...I otherwise hang around my apartment and read or watch movies.  I know it sounds exciting doesn't it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-112792615089197995?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/112792615089197995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=112792615089197995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/112792615089197995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/112792615089197995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/09/unbelievable.html' title='unbelievable'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111830333711176873</id><published>2005-06-09T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:48:57.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret World of Brooke Arnold</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like there is a whole other world just inside my brain.  I have so much going on in my mind that it feels strange.  I mean...I don't know.  Inside my head is where everything processes.  That's crazy...there is a lot of things already stored up there and then you throw all of the new things that are going in...everyday more and more!!  Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111830333711176873?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111830333711176873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111830333711176873' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111830333711176873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111830333711176873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/06/secret-world-of-brooke-arnold.html' title='The Secret World of Brooke Arnold'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111825414382416497</id><published>2005-06-08T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:09:03.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bubble gum</title><content type='html'>Bazooka Joe wisdom:  Reckless drivers cause wrecks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111825414382416497?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111825414382416497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111825414382416497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111825414382416497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111825414382416497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/06/bubble-gum.html' title='bubble gum'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111782900071895030</id><published>2005-06-03T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:03:20.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>Matthew 6:34 NLT&lt;br /&gt;So don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today's trouble is enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..so God even says it, but why is it so hard to not worry??  I always am worrying about this day and the next and a couple of years down the road.  Maybe worrying is something I do best.  I am moving into my new room.  I am making changes in my physical surroundings and also in my mental self.  In my heart..there are things I need to work on.  Jesus help me to not worry about these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111782900071895030?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111782900071895030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111782900071895030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111782900071895030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111782900071895030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/06/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111765151641591840</id><published>2005-06-01T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:45:16.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new verse of the day...</title><content type='html'>Psalm 71:5 NLT&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, you alone are my hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111765151641591840?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111765151641591840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111765151641591840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111765151641591840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111765151641591840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-verse-of-day.html' title='new verse of the day...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111752008501717523</id><published>2005-05-30T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:14:45.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>I was just wondering how someone could have a great day and then want to go home and cry??  How does it all work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111752008501717523?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111752008501717523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111752008501717523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111752008501717523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111752008501717523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/05/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111748894422654533</id><published>2005-05-30T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:35:44.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am at the same point in my life as last year at the same time.  Weird.  It reminded me of how I used to keep my mind focused on this Bible verse:  "Why are you downcast, O my soul?  Why so disturbed within me?  Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God."  Psalm 42:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111748894422654533?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111748894422654533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111748894422654533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111748894422654533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111748894422654533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/05/june.html' title='June...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111717071897490459</id><published>2005-05-26T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:11:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okie dokie</title><content type='html'>I tried to clean my room after dinner tonight, but I got distracted.  I opened an old box and found my "friend book".  It is a scrapbook that Schwan bought for each of us.  So I sat down on my bedroom floor and decided to work on it.  I looked at the parts I already put together.  I miss my friends.  I am a bad friend.  Sorry!!  I don't call or write or email.  Just know I love you.  Anyways, I couldn't work on it because I can't find any scissors anywhere.  I looked all over this stinking place, and nothing.  I decided to try and read some of a book since I couldn't find scissors.  I read a page, found a good line "There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room." and then moved on to the computer.  Now I am doing this.  I am sure that after a while I will get ready for bed and put on a movie to fall asleep to on the couch.  I love it.  Peace, I'm out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111717071897490459?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111717071897490459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111717071897490459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111717071897490459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111717071897490459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/05/okie-dokie.html' title='okie dokie'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111704663959741306</id><published>2005-05-25T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:43:59.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost time</title><content type='html'>Every time I write on this thing it is no good.  So let me think of something good.  Hmmm...today I bought my brother an awesome birthday present.  He is going to love it.  I can't quite say what just in case he reads this..but it is great!!  I might be off work tomorrow so that would be great.  My friends are going to the Winchester Mystery House.  I would definitely go.  I have wonderful friends even though I don't ever see anyone due to me working too much.  But still my life is ok.  I am alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111704663959741306?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111704663959741306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111704663959741306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111704663959741306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111704663959741306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/05/almost-time.html' title='almost time'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111579237481727818</id><published>2005-05-10T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:19:34.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Errr!  Just to let you all know I am alive, somewhat.  I am now set to work practically everyday for the rest of my life.  Everything else that I may be irritated about might go away soon...depends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111579237481727818?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111579237481727818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111579237481727818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111579237481727818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111579237481727818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/05/boooooooooooooooo.html' title='Boooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111441251345506608</id><published>2005-04-24T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:01:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the good news is, I'm alive!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah. I know. I don't ever blog. Well, you probably wouldn't be amused by my anticlimactic days and nights. Really, I just have school and work, and on special occasions I will see friends.  Sometimes before work and after school I will nap to a movie.  One of my favorite things to do.  Nothing in the mens department.  I am not even going to try.   Anyways....I am happy.  Just a little busy.  That is all.  I finally, sort of got caught up on my blog reading.  And I also actually talked to my sister today.  That makes it like twice in one month.  That is amazing.  Anyways, I hope everyone had a happy earthday.  Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111441251345506608?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111441251345506608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111441251345506608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111441251345506608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111441251345506608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-good-news-is-im-alive.html' title='And the good news is, I&apos;m alive!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111254150552980287</id><published>2005-04-03T08:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:18:25.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I have been too busy to blog. And, whenever I actually do I have nothing good to say. Well, here is another one with nothing good to say. I went to visit my family last week. I stayed with my Dad most of the time. I did see my mom, brother, and grandma too. It was an anti-climatic week.  However, when Dee Dee came to pick me up from the airport, we were just talking and driving and Dee Dee all of a sudden says, I need to get gas.  I look at the gas meter and it is on E.  Haha.  We are not near any towns and we keep driving.  At this point, we are a little worried.  Finally we see an exit.  It is a mile and a half.  Dee Dee says "I can walk a mile and a half" assuming that the car is about to run out of gas.  We get to that exit and there are no signs for gas so we keep driving.  We keep doing this for about five miles...just when all hope is gone, there was a beacon.  The gas station was up ahead.  I am sure this was just the good Lord looking out for us, cause this car could have been hanging out on the side of the highway...not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111254150552980287?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111254150552980287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111254150552980287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111254150552980287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111254150552980287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/04/so_03.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111254149337168853</id><published>2005-04-03T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:18:13.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I have been too busy to blog. And, whenever I actually do I have nothing good to say. Well, here is another one with nothing good to say. I went to visit my family last week. I stayed with my Dad most of the time. I did see my mom, brother, and grandma too. It was an anti-climatic week.  However, when Dee Dee came to pick me up from the airport, we were just talking and driving and Dee Dee all of a sudden says, I need to get gas.  I look at the gas meter and it is on E.  Haha.  We are not near any towns and we keep driving.  At this point, we are a little worried.  Finally we see an exit.  It is a mile and a half.  Dee Dee says "I can walk a mile and a half" assuming that the car is about to run out of gas.  We get to that exit and there are no signs for gas so we keep driving.  We keep doing this for about five miles...just when all hope is gone, there was a beacon.  The gas station was up ahead.  I am sure this was just the good Lord looking out for us, cause this car could have been hanging out on the side of the highway...not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111254149337168853?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111254149337168853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111254149337168853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111254149337168853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111254149337168853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111254149299517130</id><published>2005-04-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:18:12.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I have been too busy to blog. And, whenever I actually do I have nothing good to say. Well, here is another one with nothing good to say. I went to visit my family last week. I stayed with my Dad most of the time. I did see my mom, brother, and grandma too. It was an anti-climatic week.  However, when Dee Dee came to pick me up from the airport, we were just talking and driving and Dee Dee all of a sudden says, I need to get gas.  I look at the gas meter and it is on E.  Haha.  We are not near any towns and we keep driving.  At this point, we are a little worried.  Finally we see an exit.  It is a mile and a half.  Dee Dee says "I can walk a mile and a half" assuming that the car is about to run out of gas.  We get to that exit and there are no signs for gas so we keep driving.  We keep doing this for about five miles...just when all hope is gone, there was a beacon.  The gas station was up ahead.  I am sure this was just the good Lord looking out for us, cause this car could have been hanging out on the side of the highway...not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111254149299517130?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111254149299517130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111254149299517130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111254149299517130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111254149299517130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111117033187562482</id><published>2005-03-18T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:25:31.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was initiated...</title><content type='html'>Last night while Dee Dee and I nearly OD'd on Oreo Blender Blasters from Denny's, I remembered that during my freshman year at Olivet I signed up for the Green Room(the drama club).  Why?  I couldn't give any pliable reasons.  I don't even like talking in front of a small group let alone being on stage.  The last production I was scheduled to be in, was in eighth grade.  Unfortunately I never got to make my big debut because I had to move.  That was the beginning and end of my acting career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111117033187562482?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111117033187562482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111117033187562482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111117033187562482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111117033187562482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-initiated.html' title='I was initiated...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111095721637683665</id><published>2005-03-15T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:13:36.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like chai</title><content type='html'>I know that I haven't written in a really long time.  I do sometimes drop a random line.  Still nothing exciting.  I was not talking about quitting my blog.  I just have other things to quit...not chai!  Anyways, I think that I have a hernia.  I need to get it checked out.  I don't know what else it could be.  I am going to be going away for a week to see my family.  I haven't seen them in forever and I do miss them.  It will be a good time for me to get away from life.  I can clear my mind and not work.  Nice!!  So this is all I have to say for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111095721637683665?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111095721637683665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111095721637683665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111095721637683665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111095721637683665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-like-chai.html' title='I like chai'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111082661639031644</id><published>2005-03-14T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T10:56:56.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its time to quit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111082661639031644?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111082661639031644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111082661639031644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111082661639031644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111082661639031644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-time-to-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-111052390680759823</id><published>2005-03-10T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:51:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the??</title><content type='html'>Luann, what the freak is wrong with you?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-111052390680759823?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/111052390680759823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=111052390680759823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111052390680759823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/111052390680759823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/03/what.html' title='what the??'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110926053981632634</id><published>2005-02-24T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T07:55:39.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>potpourri</title><content type='html'>I went to target to buy myself some new deoderant and they didn't have my scent.  I had to choose another one.  I didn't want to buy baby fresh.  Now I regret that decision.  I would have much rather smelled like a baby than an old lady.  Yeah, my deoderant smells like stinky potpourri.  Gross.  At least its all in my armpits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110926053981632634?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110926053981632634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110926053981632634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110926053981632634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110926053981632634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/02/potpourri.html' title='potpourri'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110918385936446910</id><published>2005-02-23T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T10:37:39.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Blah...</title><content type='html'>I have just been hiding out.  Literally.  I haven't seen much of anyone since I started classes again.  I am working too.  I am really grumpy and emotional.  Maybe that seems like nothing new to people.  Well it bugs me, but I honestly don't know what to do about it.  I would rather just crawl into my bed and stay there forever.  Lucky for me I still have some sort of motivation to live and do what I need to do to survive.  Cry in my car, check.  Cry in my bed, check.  Cry in the library, check.  I don't know what is wrong.  Just tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110918385936446910?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110918385936446910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110918385936446910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110918385936446910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110918385936446910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-blah.html' title='So Blah...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110841068892646521</id><published>2005-02-14T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T11:51:28.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is St. Valentine?</title><content type='html'>I hate &lt;a href="http://www.historychannel.com/exhibits/valentine/?page=history"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110841068892646521?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110841068892646521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110841068892646521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110841068892646521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110841068892646521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-is-st-valentine.html' title='Who is St. Valentine?'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110806161350259380</id><published>2005-02-10T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T10:53:33.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too long..</title><content type='html'>My days are too long and the nights are too short.  Luckily I have been getting off work extra early lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110806161350259380?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110806161350259380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110806161350259380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110806161350259380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110806161350259380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/02/too-long.html' title='too long..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110792225252177033</id><published>2005-02-08T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:10:52.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive...</title><content type='html'>I just don't have anything to say.  I started classes and am hardly at home.  I am keeping myself very busy.  That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110792225252177033?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110792225252177033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110792225252177033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110792225252177033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110792225252177033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110672802257398487</id><published>2005-01-26T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T00:27:02.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>very true</title><content type='html'>Every story has an end. But in life, every ending is just a new beginning.  ~Ray(Uptown Girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110672802257398487?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110672802257398487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110672802257398487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110672802257398487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110672802257398487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/very-true.html' title='very true'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110654166360886772</id><published>2005-01-23T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:41:03.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school..back to school...</title><content type='html'>So I am going back to school and I am working full time and I am probably going to be running on E for a little while.  I am hecka-excited to get things rolling though.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110654166360886772?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110654166360886772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110654166360886772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110654166360886772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110654166360886772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-to-schoolback-to-school.html' title='back to school..back to school...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110625243984732258</id><published>2005-01-20T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T12:20:39.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it..</title><content type='html'>I am a lazy bum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110625243984732258?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110625243984732258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110625243984732258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110625243984732258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110625243984732258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-know-it.html' title='You know it..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110617899549895450</id><published>2005-01-19T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T15:56:35.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speedy</title><content type='html'>I think that I eat at subway every other day.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110617899549895450?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110617899549895450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110617899549895450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110617899549895450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110617899549895450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/speedy.html' title='speedy'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110602969632007083</id><published>2005-01-17T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:28:16.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working machine...</title><content type='html'>I am a non-stop working machine.  I must just love it or something.  Yeah, yeah!  No, but really, I feel like I have just been at work every moment of every day.  I have been grumpy at work.  My back hurts at the end of the day and so do my knees.  I feel like an old man.  I will be able to take a break eventually.  I always feel like I need something to fill my time anyways.  I guess I would be spending money if I weren't making it.  That is all for today folks.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110602969632007083?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110602969632007083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110602969632007083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110602969632007083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110602969632007083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/working-machine.html' title='working machine...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110590850926909541</id><published>2005-01-16T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T12:48:29.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mooned</title><content type='html'>How is it that it is one o'clock in the afternoon and I can still see the moon?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110590850926909541?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110590850926909541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110590850926909541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110590850926909541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110590850926909541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/mooned.html' title='mooned'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110555210640283956</id><published>2005-01-12T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T09:51:21.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy starting.................</title><content type='html'>Now!!  So...Why is it that the crappy weather makes everyone tired and depressed?  I mean...dang!  I hate feeling sad and pathetic.  The only thing that comes from that is feeling sad and pathetic.  I am tired of it.  I always whine and complain to people about silly things.  Really there isn't that much to be upset with.  I just have these realizations sometimes...and I don't like to deal with them.  Boo!  Boo!!  But as I said..I am going to be happy starting.....Now! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110555210640283956?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110555210640283956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110555210640283956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110555210640283956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110555210640283956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-starting_12.html' title='happy starting.................'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110538956295245860</id><published>2005-01-10T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:39:22.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>same is lame...</title><content type='html'>I have a pretty lame life right now.  I don't know what to say.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110538956295245860?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110538956295245860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110538956295245860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110538956295245860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110538956295245860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/same-is-lame.html' title='same is lame...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110499218146349421</id><published>2005-01-05T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:16:21.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/retromex/1104856128_eonDPedro0.gif" alt="Pedro" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/retromex/quizzes/Which%20Napoleon%20Dynamite%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110499218146349421?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110499218146349421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110499218146349421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110499218146349421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110499218146349421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/vote.html' title='Vote!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110485906057879291</id><published>2005-01-04T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T09:17:40.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>auld lang syne</title><content type='html'>What in the heck does that mean anyways??  I am going to look that one up.  So anyways...my car is fixed thanks to my uncle joe! He rocks.  I had a car that didn't quite work last year...this year...a car that runs fine...for now.  2005 is going to be a good year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110485906057879291?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110485906057879291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110485906057879291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110485906057879291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110485906057879291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/auld-lang-syne.html' title='auld lang syne'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110470097305848261</id><published>2005-01-02T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T13:22:53.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggerific</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about.  I work.  Try to fix my car.  Work.  Do crap.  That is it.  Thank you folks.  Have a good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110470097305848261?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110470097305848261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110470097305848261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110470097305848261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110470097305848261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2005/01/bloggerific.html' title='bloggerific'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110434814416113802</id><published>2004-12-29T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:22:24.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I suppose we all desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; the security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; of the solid tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; trunk, but the fruit is out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;there on the limb.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Neil Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess this means that if I want things done then I have to do a good job of making it happen.  Hmmm.  It is not as easy as it sounds.  Anyways...long day ahead of me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110434814416113802?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110434814416113802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110434814416113802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110434814416113802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110434814416113802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-suppose.html' title='I suppose...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110431239847396229</id><published>2004-12-29T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T01:26:38.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity here I come</title><content type='html'>Yeah.  I worked seven hours yesterday and eight hours today.  You might not think that sounds like a lot, but when you are working in a busy A restaraunt all day...It is like Hell!!  I think it is making me crazy.  I am losing my marbles.  Too many things to do.  It is like pure insanity.  Anyways...other than work....things are going well.  Yeah...I am working on getting some peace of mind very soon!  I am still watching the cats.  And Vito....&lt;a href="http://www.monstersinc.com"&gt;She's out of our hair!!&lt;/a&gt;  I am really tired..ha. I am going to go to bed now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110431239847396229?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110431239847396229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110431239847396229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110431239847396229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110431239847396229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/insanity-here-i-come.html' title='insanity here I come'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110385577652487180</id><published>2004-12-23T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T18:36:16.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today..</title><content type='html'>I just lazed around my apartment all day.  I did a load of laundry.  I ate pizza.  I went to Dee Dee's.  I went to work for two and a half hours.  I came back home.  Now...I am back to laying around.  I watched a christmas movie the other night.  It was funny.  Yep.  Well..I am going to go write in my real journal.  More fun I can have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110385577652487180?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110385577652487180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110385577652487180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110385577652487180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110385577652487180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/today.html' title='today..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110383961941233508</id><published>2004-12-23T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:06:59.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow down everyone you're moving too fast....</title><content type='html'>It has been very quiet around here.  That gives me time to catch up on my journaling.  I enjoy the silence and I completely hate it all in one.  Why??  I don't know.  I walked over to Chris and Dee Dee's last night and the air was very cold and crisp.  The sky was so clear.  I would have just plopped down on the ground if I had a blanket and some real shoes.  I love the feeling of my cheeks when they are bright red from the cold air. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  I made a ton of cookies last night to take to work.  I love to bake.  It is fun....but I have to give the cookies away or else I will eat them all.  Sick! &lt;br /&gt;Two more days until Christmas.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110383961941233508?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110383961941233508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110383961941233508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110383961941233508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110383961941233508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/slow-down-everyone-youre-moving-too.html' title='slow down everyone you&apos;re moving too fast....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110375195507928628</id><published>2004-12-22T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T13:45:55.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting day </title><content type='html'>So today was the first day that I had to take care of Vito.  I gave her fresh water and food.  I also gave her a couple of crickets.  I turned the light on for her and I even tried to play with her a little bit.  Who tries to play with a lizard?!  Then I played some DDR.  Dee Dee will be proud of me when she gets back.  I am going to kick bootay.  Today is my day off before Christmas.  I am going to make cookies to take to work.  I need some sort of entertainment.  I am also watching my friend Sarah's kitties over break too.  She will be gone for a week.  I am so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110375195507928628?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110375195507928628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110375195507928628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110375195507928628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110375195507928628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/exciting-day.html' title='exciting day '/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110365908471939877</id><published>2004-12-21T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T11:58:04.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow..</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in days!!  I had a really good weekend.  On Sunday night our little "family" got together and had dinner and we exchanged gifts.  It was so much fun.  One of the best gifts ever...Summer Sausage.  Yes...it is true...I love it.  I ate it for lunch yesterday.  So it was a good time.  I am going to miss everyone while they are gone and I am stuck here.  Anyways...I finished reading the book my Grandma wrote.  I got to the last chapter and from there I just was crying like a baby.  I just couldn't stop.  I loved that book.  So sad.  Anyways...I am going to lunch.  Merry Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110365908471939877?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110365908471939877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110365908471939877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110365908471939877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110365908471939877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow.html' title='Wow..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110332144097945950</id><published>2004-12-17T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T14:10:40.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh start</title><content type='html'>I realized this morning very, very early that it is time for me to make some changes.  So today is the day that I am starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110332144097945950?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110332144097945950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110332144097945950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110332144097945950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110332144097945950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/fresh-start.html' title='fresh start'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110318691343679971</id><published>2004-12-16T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T00:48:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wunderbar</title><content type='html'>I totally knew who Harold Ramis was.  He was in Ghostbusters.  I knew it.  I am a genius.  Anyways...I went to a movie tonight.  Ocean's 12.  I liked it.  I liked the little song they played at the beginning and the end.  I ate a ton of peanut m&amp;m's too.  They just are so good.  And just to let you all know...I found the big dipper.  It has been turned sideways this whole time.  I could sit outside all night staring at the stinking stars.  I like them!  I had fun...now it is time for beddy...not to confuse you all with Betty.  Beddy=Bed...Betty=My new favorite name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110318691343679971?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110318691343679971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110318691343679971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110318691343679971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110318691343679971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/wunderbar.html' title='wunderbar'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110318911738115644</id><published>2004-12-16T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:30:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haste who??</title><content type='html'>So tonight on the way into the movie theatre I was arguing with Glen about this band. He is crazy to think that I would not know my fellow Hoosiers so well. I forgot all about our "disagreement" until I laid down. I thought..."gee I am cold"...and then I remembered. So I didn't want to forget to look up Tim Bushong/Haste the day. So here I am it is almost 1:30 am and I found this funny little thing. Well here, take a look yourself... &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/hastetheday/bio"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/hastetheday/bio&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110318911738115644?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110318911738115644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110318911738115644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110318911738115644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110318911738115644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/haste-who.html' title='haste who??'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110314357774967444</id><published>2004-12-15T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T12:46:17.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to paint my nails...</title><content type='html'>I have found myself with nothing to do.  I go to Dee Dee's house.  I go to work.  I used to go to class.  Now...I just have nothing to do.  I don't work today.  Dee Dee is going to work on a project.  I am supposed to be baking cookies with Maria Bonilla, but I can't get ahold of her.  Hmmm.  I might as well just paint my nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110314357774967444?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110314357774967444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110314357774967444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110314357774967444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110314357774967444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-going-to-paint-my-nails.html' title='I am going to paint my nails...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110309092916607893</id><published>2004-12-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T12:41:28.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One woman's titanic is another woman's love boat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110309092916607893?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110309092916607893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110309092916607893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110309092916607893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110309092916607893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-womans-titanic-is-another-womans.html' title='One woman&apos;s titanic is another woman&apos;s love boat...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110306050478439078</id><published>2004-12-14T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:41:44.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quarter of a century..</title><content type='html'>My Grandma sent me a book.  It was written by her and it is the story of her and my Grandpa Arnold.  I never knew my dad's dad.  He died when my dad was a little boy.  I am absolutely in love with the story.  It is completely wonderful to get to read about a man that I never knew &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; about.  I mean, I did know that he was in WWII.  And I do know that he was a baptist preacher.  Other than that I knew nothing.  I am so thrilled to be learning the story of my grandparents.  It is so sweet.  My brother told me he cried when he read it.  Of course he read the whole thing in one day due to his incredible reading abilities, but I am making my way through it.  I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110306050478439078?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110306050478439078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110306050478439078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110306050478439078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110306050478439078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/quarter-of-century.html' title='a quarter of a century..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110300627907820985</id><published>2004-12-13T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:37:59.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday...</title><content type='html'>Someday when I am older I want to live in Europe, or at least visit and travel throughout.  The old buildings and streets are so beautiful and the gardens that grow around it all.  I would be in love in Europe.  Haha...only in my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;On a different note...I cannot find the big dipper.  When I walk home from Dee Dee and Chris' home, I look at the sky and look, but I cannot find it.  Is it in Indiana??  I love the stars.  They are kind of magical.  They are just fun to look at.  I have probably almost tripped and fallen about five times now because I am watching the sky instead of my feet.  Yeop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110300627907820985?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110300627907820985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110300627907820985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110300627907820985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110300627907820985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/someday.html' title='someday...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110275075657184043</id><published>2004-12-10T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T10:51:58.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to be like everyone else</title><content type='html'>Siempre Hay Esperanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;1. Be completely out of debt&lt;br /&gt;2. To have my degree and be teaching&lt;br /&gt;3. To fall in love&lt;br /&gt;4. To go back to Germany and visit&lt;br /&gt;5. To spend more time with my family&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to Italy (That was a fact before the fact!)&lt;br /&gt;7. To go through one day without worrying what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;8. To spend time in Thailand with Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;9. To be a mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I'm wearing&lt;br /&gt;1. Hoop earrings&lt;br /&gt;2. Black pants&lt;br /&gt;3. Black tank top&lt;br /&gt;4. Black and grey argyle socks&lt;br /&gt;5. Fake diamond earrings&lt;br /&gt;6. Lots of makeup&lt;br /&gt;7. Underpants&lt;br /&gt;8. Contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things on my mind&lt;br /&gt;1. Betty&lt;br /&gt;2. My history test&lt;br /&gt;3. My managers (I just got off work)&lt;br /&gt;4. Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;5. I smell&lt;br /&gt;6. My eyes are dry&lt;br /&gt;7. The future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things I touch everyday&lt;br /&gt;1. Toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;2. Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;3. Hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;4. Thelma (the car)&lt;br /&gt;5. Contacts&lt;br /&gt;6. Kitty cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I do everyday&lt;br /&gt;1. Shower&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat&lt;br /&gt;3. Sing&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive&lt;br /&gt;5. Brush my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 songs on my mind&lt;br /&gt;1. Space Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;2. Always something there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;3. The twelve days of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;4. She's a bad Mama Jama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I think of when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;1. What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the time?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do I really have to get up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;1. Sizzling Enchiladas from El Torito&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate...if you consider that food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 person I love more than any other&lt;br /&gt;1. Nobody yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110275075657184043?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110275075657184043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110275075657184043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110275075657184043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110275075657184043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-like-to-be-like-everyone-else.html' title='I like to be like everyone else'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110270125791309982</id><published>2004-12-10T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T09:54:17.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty</title><content type='html'>I just randomly thought of the name Betty right now.  I don't know why, but for some reason, here it is in my mind.  Betty, Betty, Betty, Betty, Betty!!!  Anyways, I have to go to my last history class before the test on Monday.  Betty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110270125791309982?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110270125791309982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110270125791309982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110270125791309982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110270125791309982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/betty.html' title='Betty'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110262349017315011</id><published>2004-12-09T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T12:18:10.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little less reality is all i need...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just need a vacation to breathe.  You don't have to think about what is going on around you, you just relax, kick back, and chill.  I wish I had a big old hammock to lay in and enjoy the warm sunshine on my face.  There would be a warm breeze that would rock the hammock softly back and forth until I fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon.  That would be like heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110262349017315011?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110262349017315011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110262349017315011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110262349017315011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110262349017315011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/little-less-reality-is-all-i-need_09.html' title='a little less reality is all i need...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110255302635049729</id><published>2004-12-08T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T16:43:46.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every stinking time I try to watch a movie lately I fall asleep.  Dee and I tried to watch Before Sunrise and I totally fell asleep on the floor.  I was just going to borrow it to finish it but Chris sent it back.  So now I just have to deal with a brief synopsis from Dee  so that I can watch Before Sunset when it gets here.  Boo me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110255302635049729?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110255302635049729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110255302635049729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110255302635049729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110255302635049729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/every-stinking-time-i-try-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110240653514881685</id><published>2004-12-06T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:02:15.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, yeah...</title><content type='html'>Does the fact that I like cheesy contemporary christian music mean that I have bad taste in music??  I also like soft rock, rock, r&amp;b, country, and whatever else pleases my ears.  I think it just means that I like diversity.  Yeah, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110240653514881685?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110240653514881685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110240653514881685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110240653514881685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110240653514881685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/yeah-yeah.html' title='yeah, yeah...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110210163743281898</id><published>2004-12-03T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:22:55.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past..</title><content type='html'>My roomate just got back from Germany...one of my favorite places in the whole world. I used to live there when I was little. I told her the only thing I wanted her to bring me was a &lt;a href="http://www.kindersurpriseeggs.com"&gt;kinderegg&lt;/a&gt;. Now if you knew anything about these things you would love them. They are chocolate eggs with little toy surprises on the inside. They taste good and they come with loads of fun. The egg is milk chocolate on the outside and when you break it in half the inside is white chocolate...mmm!! I haven't had one since I was nine. They look exactly the same as I remember too. It just brings back so many childhood memories. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110210163743281898?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110210163743281898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110210163743281898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110210163743281898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110210163743281898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110194151348087040</id><published>2004-12-01T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:51:53.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whole lotta lovin' goin' on</title><content type='html'>I am glad to see that people love each other.  It is sad to know the circumstances that bring us together, but still it is good to know and see people loving each other!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110194151348087040?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110194151348087040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110194151348087040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110194151348087040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110194151348087040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/12/whole-lotta-lovin-goin-on.html' title='whole lotta lovin&apos; goin&apos; on'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110182503429205019</id><published>2004-11-30T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T06:30:34.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><content type='html'>It is 6:30 am and I have nowhere to go for another half an hour.  I don't know what happened, but I must have woken up at 5:30 instead of 6:30 today.  I set my alarm back by an hour...at what time did I do it??  I don't know!  I am so stinking tired.  I went to bed at 3 am.  Ugh(lee).  Anyways...I don't know what I am going to do for another half an hour.  I don't think I would want to get out of bed if I layed back down.  I am too tired for this crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110182503429205019?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110182503429205019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110182503429205019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110182503429205019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110182503429205019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-morning.html' title='good morning'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110180483887306949</id><published>2004-11-30T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:53:58.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to scream really really loud, and while doing that flail every limb you can really really hard, and really fast.  That is how I feel right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110180483887306949?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110180483887306949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110180483887306949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110180483887306949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110180483887306949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-scream.html' title='just scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110175030513503935</id><published>2004-11-29T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T09:45:05.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much...</title><content type='html'>I have so much to say, but I don't want to write it all down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110175030513503935?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110175030513503935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110175030513503935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110175030513503935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110175030513503935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-much.html' title='so much...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110163067970756502</id><published>2004-11-28T01:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T00:35:56.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what what</title><content type='html'>When Dee Dee and I went to see Lucas on Monday night we stopped at Starbucks on the way. I have no idea what town it was, but when we stepped into the Starbucks I realized that I was the only whitey in the house. I told Dee Dee (very quietly) that this was an "ethnic" Starbucks. Even when I got my chai it was a little more brown. My chai was even ethnic. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110163067970756502?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110163067970756502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110163067970756502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110163067970756502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110163067970756502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-what.html' title='what what'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110140767664444112</id><published>2004-11-25T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T10:34:36.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving..</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for life that Jesus gives, my family that supports me in whatever I do, and my friends who also support me.  I am blessed more than I ever thought I would be.  Thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110140767664444112?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110140767664444112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110140767664444112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110140767664444112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110140767664444112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110099506903500573</id><published>2004-11-20T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T15:57:49.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sings a song that i'm singing...</title><content type='html'>my face is crazy! &lt;br /&gt;I would like a new one if I may.  I just wish I knew where to find it.  You see...my face has been breaking out in the worst way possible.  I never had pimples so bad in my whole life.  I am going to see someone about getting a new face.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110099506903500573?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110099506903500573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110099506903500573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110099506903500573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110099506903500573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/sings-song-that-im-singing.html' title='sings a song that i&apos;m singing...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110089422178310318</id><published>2004-11-19T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:57:01.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I always complain about things, so I am not really going to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110089422178310318?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110089422178310318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110089422178310318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110089422178310318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110089422178310318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/nothing-to-say.html' title='nothing to say'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110080655339598269</id><published>2004-11-18T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:35:53.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>even on my days off...</title><content type='html'>I am so lame.  I didn't have to work yesterday and somehow...I ended up going in anyways.  I was actually glad, because I feel like I have nothing to do if I don't work.  Dee Dee was finishing up the play, and I didn't have anything else to do.  I had to get one of my tires patched yesterday, because it was flat when I left for school.  And when I got home from work...actually I went out for a drink with my bartender after work, so after that (around midnight) I got a message saying that I had to be at school today at 7:25...AM.  I am pooped.  This stinking blog probably doesn't even make sense.  I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110080655339598269?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110080655339598269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110080655339598269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110080655339598269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110080655339598269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/even-on-my-days-off.html' title='even on my days off...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110064432753238375</id><published>2004-11-16T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T14:32:07.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my dreams...</title><content type='html'>I wish that I could see through people.  You know we all have our fakey selves that isn't real...I wish I could see past that to find out what is really going on with people.  I don't know why...I just do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110064432753238375?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110064432753238375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110064432753238375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110064432753238375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110064432753238375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-my-dreams.html' title='in my dreams...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110041765017270855</id><published>2004-11-13T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:34:10.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a bum....</title><content type='html'>Sick and tired of being sick and tired.  That is how I feel.  I actually got to sleep in this weekend...well..kind of.  I did go to bed later than usual, but still.  I wish that I didn't have to live my life sometimes....why can't somebody else do it for me.  At least up until the part where it starts getting good.  Tomorrow is Sunday...my day of rest.  I don't work...but I still do have to get up at the butt-crack of dawn to get to church on time.  I am going to see &lt;a href="http://www.darlingdee79.blogspot.com"&gt;Dee Dee&lt;/a&gt; in Emma...a play.  Then I have to get together with a group of mine for my class.  Then who stinking knows.  I have no money...rent.  I am poor...money shouldn't really matter, but it does...I hate that!!  I am just sick and tired of being sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110041765017270855?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110041765017270855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110041765017270855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110041765017270855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110041765017270855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-bum.html' title='I am a bum....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110024836757331907</id><published>2004-11-12T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:32:47.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessional</title><content type='html'>Everytime I log in to my blog I see the Dashboard thingy and I think...confessional.  Why?  I don't know.  Anyways...I am pretty pis(s)ed off at this girl that I "work" with.  I don't even know if she works with me anymore.  I just know that I am angry at her.  She did not come to work at all today.  No telephone call, no nothing.  And go figure it would be on a night that was extremely busy...way busier than it has been in forever.  Girls are stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110024836757331907?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110024836757331907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110024836757331907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110024836757331907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110024836757331907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/confessional.html' title='confessional'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110014601958476926</id><published>2004-11-10T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:06:59.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comic book class</title><content type='html'>I think it is really funny that these people in my class have names that sound like they come straight out of the comic books.  Ben Bannister*, Jane Baxter*, what does it mean?  Ben wasn't in class today, was he out saving the world??  I have no idea who this Jane girl is, but she could have been with Ben.  She is like his supergirl.  But really, whose parents would name them this?  I wish mine did some days.  Super heroes have secret lives that are adventurous and nobody else even knows about it.  I totally wish I could fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names remain the same for purpose of hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110014601958476926?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110014601958476926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110014601958476926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110014601958476926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110014601958476926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/comic-book-class.html' title='comic book class'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-110006794463079513</id><published>2004-11-09T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:25:44.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me brain don't work...</title><content type='html'>I am too tired for words.  Why?  I get up at the butt-crack of dawn every stinking morning...yes even Saturday.  Since I wake up crazy early every other day my body decides to keep up with the normal routine and wake itself up at 7 or 8am.  I am supposed to be writing a paper.  I actually wrote it out on paper, now I have to type it up.  It is due tomorrow morning at 9am.  We will see how that turns out.  I would have rather went to bed about an hour and a half ago than even write the stinking thing.  So...life is going well.  I am alive.  I am functioning semi-ok.  My dreams are still a little whacky...but I don't think that I can really control those now.   Just so you know...God's timing is impecable.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-110006794463079513?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/110006794463079513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=110006794463079513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110006794463079513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/110006794463079513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-brain-dont-work.html' title='me brain don&apos;t work...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109977071448801114</id><published>2004-11-06T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T11:51:54.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the most wonderful time of the year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I pulled out my Christmas cds yesterday.  I better start this holiday season off right.  Before we know it, it is going to be December and there are going to be lights everywhere, snow will be covering the ground and the carolers will be singing.  Well, maybe not here in Monterey, but still.  I always said that I hate Christmas.  I don't know if it is really true or not.  Maybe I just hate the crappy one's that I had before.  One year when I was ten we didn't have a tree..well..not a real one at least.  We had one colored on the side of a cardboard box.  I don't even know why.  Ugh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109977071448801114?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109977071448801114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109977071448801114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109977071448801114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109977071448801114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='Its the most wonderful time of the year....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109967428591198014</id><published>2004-11-05T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T09:04:45.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know!!!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in a while...big deal. I have a lot of different things that I have been doing. Like I just had to get my hair done. I have to take a nap. I have to go to work...really I do! No, but still...I have just got other things on my mind. So...I really don't even know what to talk about. You would think that I would have something spectacular to write since I've been holding out on you for this long...Nope. I voted on Tuesday. I should get a good citizen award for that since so many other people my age didn't. Hmmm...oh yeah..I know that that quote "all your base are belong to us" is old. I just was reminded of it the other day when I drove by "scribble hill" and saw those words written on it. It was hilarious to me. I thought of the little techno beat that went along with it. Wasn't there another weird email that got sent out to people around the same time. Only this one had rhinoceroses in it...haha.  Strange.  I just thought it was funny.  Nothing else exciting me these days.  Oh my word...by the way...I had the strangest dream last night...I dreamt that I was pregnant...I hate those ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109967428591198014?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109967428591198014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109967428591198014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109967428591198014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109967428591198014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-know.html' title='I know!!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109959616069432266</id><published>2004-11-04T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T11:22:40.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All your base are belong to us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109959616069432266?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109959616069432266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109959616069432266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109959616069432266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109959616069432266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/11/hill.html' title='The hill'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109906803685797565</id><published>2004-10-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T09:40:36.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too busy to blog</title><content type='html'>So I am sure you are all wondering if anything exciting has happened to me in the past week.  Well, no, not at all!!  Just too busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109906803685797565?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109906803685797565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109906803685797565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109906803685797565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109906803685797565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/too-busy-to-blog.html' title='too busy to blog'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109873845698944424</id><published>2004-10-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T14:07:36.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hairy day...</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to either of my classes today.  I met with the guys from my group and we launched eggs for about an hour.  We are trying to come up with the perfect egg launcher....It has to go 20 yards and the egg still has to be intact.  We only did it twice out of 9.  Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109873845698944424?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109873845698944424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109873845698944424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109873845698944424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109873845698944424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/hairy-day.html' title='hairy day...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109847707575195080</id><published>2004-10-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T13:31:15.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tgif</title><content type='html'>I am excited for this week to be over.  I am excited for the weekend...even though I am going to be a busy bee.  I have to work and work on a group project.  We have to come up with ideas on how to launch an egg 20 yards without the egg breaking.  Sounds like fun, huh?  yeah...that is what I am going to be doing this weekend.  fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109847707575195080?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109847707575195080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109847707575195080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109847707575195080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109847707575195080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/tgif.html' title='tgif'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109842297978013454</id><published>2004-10-21T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:29:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little r&amp;r never hurt anyone...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I spent pretty much the entire day in my bed.  I haven't slept so much in I don't know how long.  I mean, I am not sick, I am not depressed, I was just in need of a good days sleep...and a good nights sleep on top of that.  I slept for a long time and it felt good!  I was very energetic and cheery today and that my friends was a nice change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109842297978013454?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109842297978013454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109842297978013454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109842297978013454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109842297978013454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/little-rr-never-hurt-anyone.html' title='a little r&amp;r never hurt anyone...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109830681398882721</id><published>2004-10-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:13:33.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let the rain fall down..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I stepped in the biggest puddle ever.  I was on my way to my car and it was so dark I couldn't even see it.  My feet were soaked and my pants were soaked also.  It has been cold and rainy for the last couple of days and now the sun is out.  I love the sunshine...and sometimes I love the puddles.  I loved that big old puddle last night.  It would have been more fun if someone could have played with me in it.  Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109830681398882721?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109830681398882721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109830681398882721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109830681398882721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109830681398882721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/let-rain-fall-down.html' title='let the rain fall down..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109820118098922765</id><published>2004-10-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T08:53:00.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission is over...</title><content type='html'>So I am finally back to real life.  I had such a wonderful time this weekend.  I got to escape from this place for a while.  It was such a nice little breather.  We had too much fun.  When we got to Chicago we (Jenay, Dee, Schwan, and I) started to head to Jenay's and we saw a &lt;a href="http://www.jimmyjohns.com"&gt;jimmy john's&lt;/a&gt; and had to stop.  You see, when we were in college this was one of our favorite foods.  We had it probably more than twice a week.  The other half of the time we ate China star buffet...which is now out of business...soo sad!  Anyways, we ran to the church to try on our dresses, they were totally medieval.  Praise the Lord that they fit, Whew!!  Then we were off.  Jenay had a trial hair and makeup appointment.  Dee and Schwan had to get stuff for the bridal shower.  It was hilarious.  After the shower us four went back to Jenay's and ate pizza and played Mario Party 4.  I love that game.  Dee Dee and I were really tired from the night before.  We hadn't gotten any sleep from the night before...our flight left at 6 am and we had to leave home by 2 am.  We had fun following the Krispy Kreme truck though. &lt;a href="http://www.darlingdee79.blogspot.com"&gt; (See Dee Dee's Blog)&lt;/a&gt;  Anyways, more to come.  I have to go to class now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109820118098922765?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109820118098922765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109820118098922765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109820118098922765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109820118098922765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/intermission-is-over_19.html' title='Intermission is over...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109768265906668276</id><published>2004-10-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T08:50:59.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start your day off right...</title><content type='html'>This morning I got up and got ready.  Left by around eight o'clock and headed to starbucks.  I walked in the door got in line and noticed a little girl up at the counter.  It was kylie, she is in my sunday school class.  I called her and she ran over to give me a big hug and she called me "miss brooke".  She kept coming over to give me hugs for as long as we were in line.  And when I got my drink she yelled across the room to say goodbye with a big wave.  I love that.  That totally made my day..and it is only 8:50.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109768265906668276?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109768265906668276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109768265906668276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109768265906668276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109768265906668276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/start-your-day-off-right.html' title='start your day off right...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109759620726540772</id><published>2004-10-12T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T08:50:07.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday is a winding road</title><content type='html'>Lately I have just been thinking the worst of everything.  It is like "What else could go wrong today?"  I hate that I have been that way.  But that just seems to be the trend.  I can't think positive...only negative.  Too bad I can't just click my heels together and things would go back to normal.  I am hysterical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109759620726540772?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109759620726540772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109759620726540772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109759620726540772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109759620726540772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/everyday-is-winding-road.html' title='everyday is a winding road'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109752667166107598</id><published>2004-10-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:31:11.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile, you're on candid camera</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about how different people would act if they knew that there was a camera on them at all times.  I mean, what if the things people thought they did in private weren't so private.  Kind of scary to think about.  Every time I go into the employee bathroom I see a little hole in the ceiling and I think "what if that were a hidden camera"  Yikes.  Kind of crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109752667166107598?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109752667166107598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109752667166107598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109752667166107598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109752667166107598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/smile-youre-on-candid-camera.html' title='smile, you&apos;re on candid camera'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109735369483245316</id><published>2004-10-09T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:28:14.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pick me up</title><content type='html'>I used to love to be picked up by my dad when I was a little girl.  I loved my dad so much.  I would make him pictures and write him letters and make funky little things for him.  I loved him.  He was great.  He used to pick me up when I hurt myself.  I feel like that now sometimes, that I need God to pick me up.  I haven't been myself lately and I just need my dad to pick me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109735369483245316?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109735369483245316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109735369483245316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109735369483245316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109735369483245316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/pick-me-up.html' title='pick me up'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109725387707989547</id><published>2004-10-08T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T09:46:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know it</title><content type='html'>In one week from today I will be in Chicago for my friend Jenay's wedding. I cannot wait to see her and Schwan. I feel so lucky to get to see them two times in one year. Yay. Last year I saw them twice too, but it seemed to far apart. I think that time is going by much faster now, because one year ago doesn't actually seem that long. Another reason I am excited about going is because I can escape this torturous place for a couple of days. A chance to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109725387707989547?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109725387707989547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109725387707989547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109725387707989547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109725387707989547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-know-it.html' title='you know it'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109725005956476288</id><published>2004-10-08T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T08:40:59.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am for real...</title><content type='html'>So I am supposed to be researching again right now...who cares.  Friday's are my fun-filled, action-packed days.  I get up at the butt-crack of dawn and its go, go, go from there.  I have three classes all in a row, then work.  That usually takes up the whole day.  And sometimes after work Maria Bonilla and I have margaritas!  Yum.  So Fridays are the never ending day.  In exactly one week from today I will be in Chicago.  I am so excited to escape my usual Friday routine.  I won't have to work, I won't have class, all I will have to do is hang out with my best friends.  Doesn't sound too terrible to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109725005956476288?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109725005956476288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109725005956476288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109725005956476288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109725005956476288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-for-real.html' title='I am for real...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109717677376409903</id><published>2004-10-07T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:19:33.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>off beat</title><content type='html'>I hate researching things.  It is totally not ok.  I am the worst person for the job.  I get too bored with trying to find out what I need to know.  I am not good at it.  I feel off today.  We are going to the haunted corn maze on Sunday.  I don't know if I am ok with this or not.  I haven't been in a haunted house since high school which was more than five years ago.  I get really scared in these things.  When I was in 4th grade I went to one and couldn't make it through.  There was a half way escape route.  I heard the chainsaw and had to get the heck out of there.  And then I went with my mom to one in Kentucky and I buried my head in her back and started crying.  I mean, I get scared on &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/parks/attractionDetail?id=TheHauntedMansionAttractionPage"&gt;The Haunted Mansion&lt;/a&gt; ride at &lt;a href="http://www.waltdisneyworld.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Walt Disney World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know how this is going to work.  I will find someone to cling to I am sure, whether they like it or not.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109717677376409903?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109717677376409903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109717677376409903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109717677376409903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109717677376409903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/off-beat.html' title='off beat'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109710329715487103</id><published>2004-10-06T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:54:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like chai</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Nothing you can do cuz I'm stuck like glue to my Chai! I am in love with Starbucks chai. I tried to drink another one and it just doesn't taste the same. I don't know if they put drugs in theirs or something, but I just can't seem to find a better one.  Maybe if you take me back to the good ole' days when I used to skip class for a chai, but that is too far.  You see, I have an addiction to drinking chai and I am trying to quit, or at least cut back.  It is hard to just go cold turkey.  I had to do it last summer when I got addicted to the chai creme frappuccinos.  So dangerous.  I haven't had one since then.  Now I am trying once again to quit chai.  So sad, one of my true loves that I have to give up because it is not good for me.   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109710329715487103?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109710329715487103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109710329715487103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109710329715487103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109710329715487103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-like-chai.html' title='I like chai'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109700077884325699</id><published>2004-10-05T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T11:26:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walk on by</title><content type='html'>I need to stop complaining and get this so-called-life back on track.  I am tired of being a stinking emotional turd.  I am getting over everything that hasn't gone my way starting.....Now!  Yes...I am moving on.  This means that I am going to need some people to keep me on track with this.  When I say I am not going to talk about it anymore, this time I mean it.  It only brings me back to all these crazy emotions.  I hate them.  Next week I am going to be taking a break from this life.  It is like I don't have to be in this craziness.  I am escaping from it.  Praise the Lord.  This will be a good time to really break away and take my mind off of the insanity I call life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109700077884325699?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109700077884325699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109700077884325699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109700077884325699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109700077884325699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/walk-on-by.html' title='walk on by'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109699152692583932</id><published>2004-10-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T11:18:41.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woulda, shoulda, coulda</title><content type='html'>I don't know what is going on inside my brain lately but it is making me crazy. I had this dream last night that is about to top it all off. It actually seemed like a pretty normal dream. Just the fact that this person was in it who has been driving me nuts makes me nuts. You don't even know...no really...you don't!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109699152692583932?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109699152692583932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109699152692583932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109699152692583932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109699152692583932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/woulda-shoulda-coulda.html' title='woulda, shoulda, coulda'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109690566303731609</id><published>2004-10-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T09:01:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>I am totally Nicole.  Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109690566303731609?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109690566303731609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109690566303731609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109690566303731609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109690566303731609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109690545922824650</id><published>2004-10-04T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T08:57:39.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is but a dream</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have just been floating by lately.  I can't seem to remember anything that I do.  I am half awake at every moment of the day.  When I get home I fall asleep immediately...not a problem at all.  I am not myself.  It is strange.  Every day just feels like a really long dream.  I wish it was a dream.  Then I would wake up and realize things might turn out the way I want them to.  Ha..but really only in my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109690545922824650?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109690545922824650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109690545922824650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109690545922824650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109690545922824650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/life-is-but-dream.html' title='life is but a dream'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109664572601920316</id><published>2004-10-01T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:48:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah...</title><content type='html'>Ok...I guess that since I have to be me, I will just move on with things.  I am so not into politics.  I am sure that if someone asked me a question about one of these presedential candidates I would have no idea what to say.  I don't know.  And people get very defensive about it...Yikes.  Too much for me.  Anyways...I can't remember what I was going to write about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109664572601920316?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109664572601920316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109664572601920316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109664572601920316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109664572601920316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/10/yeah.html' title='yeah...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109655976424403335</id><published>2004-09-30T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T08:56:04.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang it!!</title><content type='html'>I am tired of being me!!  Just want a new life.  It would be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109655976424403335?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109655976424403335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109655976424403335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109655976424403335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109655976424403335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/dang-it.html' title='Dang it!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109647321413935291</id><published>2004-09-29T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T08:55:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of blah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am sick. I started getting a sore throat yesterday and I thought "cool, maybe I can have a sexy voice for a few days!" Then as the day went on I started feeling worse. I had to work and my throat kept feeling worse. After work I went and watched 13 going on 30 with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://darlingdee79.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dee Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and by the end of the night I felt like poop. I was cold and stiff. Eew. I went home and went to bed right away. I was having some crazy dream with George Bush and his family in it, and then I woke up...Kind of. I was all sweaty and I was really out of it. I had to go take a shower so I could get to class on time. It probably wasn't a good idea, getting out of bed. I hopped in the shower and after a little while I started feeling worse. I felt like I was going to black out. I closed my eyes and opened them, but I couldn't see. I had to sit down in the shower because I couldn't see and I thought I was going to throw up or something. What a lovely morning!! I have the sweetest roomate who made me some hot tea and gave me some o.j. I burned my mouth on the tea. Go figure. Anyways, I don't feel like blacking out anymore. Oh...and this has nothing to do with this morning, but I just wanted you to know....I am wearing &lt;a href="http://www.britneyspears.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Britney Spears'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; new perfume today. Dee Dee got me a sample from Macy's and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109647321413935291?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109647321413935291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109647321413935291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109647321413935291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109647321413935291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/speaking-of-blah.html' title='speaking of blah..'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109639892453389392</id><published>2004-09-28T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T08:40:46.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>totally</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day I have felt an earthquake since living here. I know this is weird, but I was kind of excited. It wasn't massive or anything. It was a 5.9 and I felt it. Now there was an earthquake last year, but I didn't feel it. It wasn't like the episode of Saved by the Bell, when Mr. Belding's wife was having her baby in the elevator. No, it was really small. I was sitting down anyways. Just thought you should all know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109639892453389392?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109639892453389392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109639892453389392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109639892453389392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109639892453389392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/totally.html' title='totally'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109638710806507683</id><published>2004-09-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T08:58:28.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah, blah, blah</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I am insane.  I know you already know, but just incase you didn't.  I am kind of blah today.  I woke up with a sore throat.  It already pretty much went away.  I kind of wish it didn't.  Then I would have a reason for being blah.  I am a woman, and every woman gets one blah week a month, but still, can't there be another reason.  I hate feeling like this.  I have been feeling like this for the past couple of days.  Raah.  I hate it.  Oh..its 9:00 and I have sign language now.  Bye bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109638710806507683?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109638710806507683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109638710806507683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109638710806507683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109638710806507683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah, blah, blah'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109630008222376311</id><published>2004-09-27T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T08:48:02.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired...</title><content type='html'>I am tired of pretty much everything right now.  I don't want to get up in the morning.  I don't want to go to class.  I don't want to go to work.  I don't want to go to the bathroom.  I don't want to go to the store.  I don't want to go to church.  I don't want to do anything.  I especially don't want to go to the gym.  I am just tired.  I am also tired of things not going my way!!  Rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109630008222376311?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109630008222376311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109630008222376311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109630008222376311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109630008222376311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-tired.html' title='I am tired...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109605421027356591</id><published>2004-09-24T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T12:30:10.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I drive myself crazy</title><content type='html'>I am going insane.  I feel like I don't spend enough time with people anymore.  I mean besides at work.  I wish that I had more free time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109605421027356591?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109605421027356591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109605421027356591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109605421027356591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109605421027356591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-drive-myself-crazy.html' title='I drive myself crazy'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109587621590939614</id><published>2004-09-22T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:04:47.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope this works...</title><content type='html'>I have been a little crazy lately. I had a history test today. I hope I did alright. I know my hand felt like it was going to fall off after writing three essay questions. And on to better things. Dee and I bought airplane tickets on Sunday. We are going to be in Jenay's wedding in less than a month. Oh my word. I better get a nice fall outfit to take with me. Although I may say that I hate Indiana and Illinois in the winter time, I do love the fall. The trees there  change to the prettiest shade of burgundy. It is just cold enough for a sweater or jacket and it makes your nose and cheeks turn pink. It is so nice. I am sure that if I lived there I would think it is too cold, but I am looking forward to it. Last October when I went home, I froze my butt off. It was super cold. But it is always good to see family whatever the weather, and Jenay and Schwan are my soul sisters. You know what I am saying! My blog is crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109587621590939614?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109587621590939614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109587621590939614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109587621590939614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109587621590939614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/hope-this-works.html' title='Hope this works...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109570420559751645</id><published>2004-09-20T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T11:16:45.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am consumed....</title><content type='html'>I feel so bad.  My spiritual life is falling by the wayside as I work and go to school.  It is so sad.  On Friday night I got home from work and got into bed.  I grabbed my bible, got comfy, and the next thing you know, I am waking up with my bible still in my hand.  I didn't even crack the dang thing before I fell asleep.  I was suffering the consequences of not spending time with Jesus.  I was grumpy.  I have been focusing too much on stupid things that shouldn't even affect me personally.  I was just getting myself into a funk.  Craziness.  After church yesterday I went to Salinas with Dee and Mel.  It was fun, but afterwards I was in a mood.  I went home to read history.  Instead I wrote in my prayer journal and started reading my bible.  I feel rejuvinated.  I found this bible verse too that I really liked.  It gives me hope!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Song of Songs 2:7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109570420559751645?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109570420559751645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109570420559751645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109570420559751645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109570420559751645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-consumed.html' title='I am consumed....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109536179450360175</id><published>2004-09-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T12:09:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too tired to function</title><content type='html'>I hate getting out of bed in the morning.  I think part of it is knowing that I have to go get on the treadmill and run.  Obviously I am naturally lazy.  Exercise, what is that?  And that is the reason why I signed up for personal fitness, so I would &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to get up and exercise.  My body may feel better and look better in the long run, but for now, it doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109536179450360175?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109536179450360175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109536179450360175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109536179450360175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109536179450360175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/too-tired-to-function.html' title='too tired to function'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123057.post-109527800892508002</id><published>2004-09-15T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T12:54:40.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day is over...</title><content type='html'>I want someone to buy me flowers...and not my dad. I think flowers are great. They are pretty and they smell good. They are the perfect thing to brighten up anyone's day. I saw some really pretty Gerbera daisies today.  I wanted to buy, but resisted.  Somebody should buy them for me.  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7123057-109527800892508002?l=brooklynnrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/feeds/109527800892508002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7123057&amp;postID=109527800892508002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109527800892508002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7123057/posts/default/109527800892508002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooklynnrose.blogspot.com/2004/09/long-day-is-over.html' title='Long day is over...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009355091424448059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://home.csumb.edu/b/brewerdorendad/world/brooke2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
