<?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-5785870</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:59:02.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of a Reptilian Redhead...</title><subtitle type='html'>I may not have pupils, but flames come out of my eyes. So don't fuck with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-111359745628818281</id><published>2005-04-15T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T13:37:36.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna knock you out. My momma said knock you out. I am in the worst/weirdest mood. I'm very emotional/angry right now. And I'm never not hungry. (Right now, I'm hungry. And now. Still am. ) Yesterday I cried on Maury...twice. And I cry on Unsolved Mysteries at least every few episodes. Now before you jump to conclusions, I'll answer your question. No, I am NOT riding the cotton pony. So suck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/111359745628818281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/111359745628818281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111359745628818281' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-111267600885724954</id><published>2005-04-04T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T13:39:37.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll get you pussyface!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/111267600885724954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/111267600885724954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111267600885724954' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-111026134913053528</id><published>2005-03-07T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:55:49.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok..Update time. I'm pretty sure everybody already knows this, but I have officially moved out of my dorm. Bye Bye Soviet Dyke aka big-haired OCD Croatian. Thanks Joanna and sara for letting me move in. I'm much happier now and I can actually sleep.Enough of that, Black Comedy is over and I'm also in the next show--Vanities. I'm very excited, but none of you E-ville folks need feel obligated to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/111026134913053528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/111026134913053528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111026134913053528' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-110844923973551165</id><published>2005-02-14T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:35:36.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come see it bitches: I'm the fiancee described below...The events in /Black Comedy/ happen on a Sunday evening during the mid&gt; sixties in Brindsley Miller's apartment in South Kensington, London.&gt; Mischief and hilarity ensue as a blackout overtakes Brindsley's&gt; apartment on a very important evening. The young, struggling artist&gt; plans to impress his fiancee's father and encourage a wealthy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/110844923973551165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/110844923973551165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110844923973551165' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-110784565352651640</id><published>2005-02-07T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:54:13.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been ages since I updated and I'm almost positive that no one will actually read this. But I'm gonna write it in it anyway so suck on that.I think I'm going to drop my guitar class, not because I don't enjoy playing but because the class itself is a pain in my ass. I already have the books and know how to read the music so I can teach myself. It's final, then. I quit.I got a Valentine's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/110784565352651640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/110784565352651640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110784565352651640' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-110315736273150324</id><published>2004-12-15T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:36:02.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has recently occurred to me that none of you bitches truly know me. This is based on the quiz that almost all of you failed. (Including Robin whose score didn't show up the first time and retook it knowing all the correct answers. Cheating Dyke.) So this entry will be about getting to know your loveable author, that ravishing redhead: me. So here goes.Things I Love: the 80s--most of the pop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/110315736273150324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/110315736273150324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110315736273150324' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-110300619235698857</id><published>2004-12-13T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T12:11:56.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See how well you know me...Take my quiz!!!http://www03.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=041214013335-516496&amp;email=&amp;c=0&amp;a=01</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/110300619235698857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/110300619235698857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110300619235698857' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109886030781668245</id><published>2004-10-27T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:58:27.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...I'm actually going to take the time to explain the drama of last night's happenings. To all of my loyal readers: you are in for a definite treat. In order to make the happenings go smoother, I shall rely on reliving the scen through dialogue. So, here goes...Scene: A small dorm room in New Hall on the campus of the University of Indianapolis. A young red-haired woman is laying across her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109886030781668245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109886030781668245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109886030781668245' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109868251581030231</id><published>2004-10-24T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:40:41.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so very sad right now, and I can't really distinguish why. I fel like my whole world and everything I thought I knew is completely false. Today, Right Said Fred came on TV and Natasa didn't even react. It saddens me to realize I don't know her at all anymore. (Visual of world crashing down on cartoon version of Ryan.)I talked to Chelsey last night while I was very drunk at a cast party. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109868251581030231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109868251581030231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109868251581030231' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109761779575788670</id><published>2004-10-12T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T14:49:55.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO....I'm done with the Irishman...not so cute, but "He's got a real pretty mouth." I really liked listening to him talk, but that's about it. So I've been avoiding him like the plague. And I'm pretty sure its revolved.I bought Unsolved Mysteries: Ghosts on DVD yesterday. It scares the shit out of me. I've been ghost hunting and researching deaths for the past two days now. It's pretty amazing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109761779575788670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109761779575788670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109761779575788670' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109670483672307987</id><published>2004-10-02T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:13:56.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I mafe out with an Irishman!!! He is so cute and he kept saying Brilliant! Ahhh!!! Why is this sooo amazing?! Oh, I know why..because I made out with an Irish soccer player who will ring me tomorrow. (Ahhh!) He's ringing me right now. Shit. I'm touring Happy Town right now so excuse this entry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109670483672307987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109670483672307987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109670483672307987' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109658357280027539</id><published>2004-09-30T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T15:32:52.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My comments aren't working....WHY!!!!!!??????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109658357280027539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109658357280027539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109658357280027539' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109634473796131044</id><published>2004-09-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T21:12:17.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We gots da crazies in Indy. On Saturday afternoon, I was returning from a day of shopping with Nikki and Sarah (strangers to my audience of 5), and while I was driving back to my dorm [with Nikki] we noticed a crazy guy riding a bike. He was wearing army pants and a nasty t-shirt with long shaggy blonde hair. He looked to be about 40. He held a very large boombox on his left shoulder and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109634473796131044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109634473796131044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109634473796131044' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109600731970287864</id><published>2004-09-23T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:28:39.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh ho ho ho ho...so, for the past couple nights I've been craving grilled cheese sandwiches, but I haven't had time to get supplies/make them. So, last night my friend Crystal and I (Wow, a friend no one knows..yay for me, eh?) decided we would make grilled cheese tonight. She lives direvtly above me so we met in her room and made the sandwiches in the kitchenette on her floor. She burned a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109600731970287864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109600731970287864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109600731970287864' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109522487383280794</id><published>2004-09-15T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:07:53.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, so here I am once more. I had originally intended to update on Sunday to talk about my glorious trip to Butler/Ball State, but that moment has passed and I now find myself distracted with another issue. So here's a quick summary...It was soooo incredible and fun but I've got a lot of homework to do so refer to Robin's and Seth's blogs..They say it soo much better than I ever could. Kisses.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109522487383280794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109522487383280794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109522487383280794' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109371190763686943</id><published>2004-08-28T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T09:51:47.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weeellll...Here I am on my own at college (University of Indianapolis, not IUPUI, damnit). Since I haven't updated in a little while (yah..understatement...eat me), so I'll just talk about as much as I can think of that has happened since my last post. Yes, the last post I thought I was living with a Japanese roommate (Shinji). ALL HAS CHANGED. And i would like to thank Chase Eaton for realizing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109371190763686943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109371190763686943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109371190763686943' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-109034580584693754</id><published>2004-07-20T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T10:50:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY COLLEGE ROOMMATE LIVES IN JAPAN. I HAVE A JAPANESE ROOMATE!!!!!!!!!! BAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109034580584693754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/109034580584693754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109034580584693754' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-108689671815514599</id><published>2004-06-10T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T12:54:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wait a tick!!! Since I haven't updated my blog in 2 months i also havent read my comments in 2 months. So i just now came across lovertits's comment on my last entry in april. HILARIOUS!!! Please Parker, tell me it's not really you. Please tell me that the Washington State lesbian Fran really does exist!!! Please!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/108689671815514599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/108689671815514599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108689671815514599' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-108689640951106342</id><published>2004-06-10T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T12:40:09.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm updating! Aren't you so proud of me. (Hi Brenda/Butch!) Well since it's been 2 months since my last update, i should have plenty to say, but i just don't feel like it. Summer musical has started (2 weeks ago) and it's soo much fun. I leave for college in 2 months and i'm soooo excited. Ah yes, I'm going to the University of Indianapolis, not IUPUI, oh no, U of I. I never wrote about that. How</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/108689640951106342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/108689640951106342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108689640951106342' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-108194982278955732</id><published>2004-04-14T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T06:39:53.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been awhile. But I'm back for my monthly bitch session. OK...let's start with my utter fear of this Friday. Friday is when I find out if I've been accepted as one of six girls in the University of Evansville's highly competitive and prestigious theatre program. (Now you understand my inhibitions.) OK, besides being worried because of the competitive issue, I have my other reasons for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/108194982278955732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/108194982278955732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194982278955732' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107892766699308992</id><published>2004-03-10T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T06:23:12.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCAS!!! YOU'RE MY FAVORITE BARBIE DOLL!!! I LOVE YOU!!!You are Snoopy! Which Peanuts Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla Hoo-rah!You are SALUTE YOUR SHORTS.  You are a wangsta whoknows business.  You have fun in the sun andknow how to have a good laugh. Which old school Nickelodeon show are you? brought to you by QuizillaHoo-rah squared!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107892766699308992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107892766699308992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892766699308992' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107892691822286850</id><published>2004-03-10T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T05:57:34.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot to talk about Dirty Dancing Havana Nights.....GLORIOUS!!!!! Diego Luna, you are so fucking hot. And the movie was hot. It made me hot. Sooooo sexy, want to touch the hiney! Yeha well, I just wanted to talk about the unbelievable sexiness of Diego Luna (aka Javier Suarez).   MMmmmmmmm.   Yummy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107892691822286850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107892691822286850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892691822286850' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107889054210960943</id><published>2004-03-09T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:52:38.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is 80s day and I am researching makeup! I got the ugliest outfit and I am sooo excited. Picture me in tight acid washed Sassons (straight leg with bows in the back), the cutoff sweater with a sports bra (FlashDance Jennifer Biel's style) and white flat tennis shoes. Then, teased curly hair, bright blue eye shadow, thick black eye liner, and spidery mascara and tons of lip gloss or pink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107889054210960943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107889054210960943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889054210960943' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107815826996693101</id><published>2004-03-01T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T08:26:36.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Nothing!Which Enemy of the Christian Church Are You?Take More of Robert &amp; Tim's QuizzesWatch Robert &amp; Tim's CartoonsI don't know if this is completely true. I kinda care.I'm on the waiting list for UE's theatre program. I'm happy with that...for now. Seth, Robin, and I saw UE's play Noises Off Saturday night. It was so fucking hilarious!!!! And there are such beautiful boys in the theatre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107815826996693101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107815826996693101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815826996693101' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107763864884112519</id><published>2004-02-24T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T08:06:10.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had my UE audition. I got a call-back. Great news. Two other people did too. That's 3 in one day. How many people have they called back on other days? Who knows how many people they've already accepted. Yeah, my odds of making it are dissipating. first I had that sickening nervous feeling for days because I was nervous about the actual audition. Now it's just nervousness about getting the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107763864884112519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107763864884112519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763864884112519' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107729255928442511</id><published>2004-02-20T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T08:04:58.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!! I TRIED TO UPDATE. I WROTE A WHOLE FUCKING NOVEL AND THE GODDAMN COMPUTER FAILED TO CONNECT AND ERASED MY WHOLE FUCKING ENTRY. GODDAMN YOU BLOGGER. I THOUGHT WE UNDERSTAOOD EACH OTHER. YOU DON'T BE A GODDAMN COCKSUCKER THAT ERASES MY ENTRIES AND I WONT HUNT YOU DOWN AND CASTRATE YOU. GODDAMNIT, NOW I'M FRUSTRATED. Ok, I'm calmed down. It will take too long to retype </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107729255928442511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107729255928442511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729255928442511' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107660112380196101</id><published>2004-02-12T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T16:08:34.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First of all, I would like to thank Seth, Robin, and Brandon for their glorious and incredibly generous work on creating a new and improved skin for my blog. Next order of business....HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARKER!!!!!!! You're in NYC and won't see this until your back. That's if you even read my blog anymore. I'm sure everyone has decided to give up since I never update. But if you're reading this and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107660112380196101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107660112380196101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660112380196101' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107427121817263193</id><published>2004-01-16T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T08:41:40.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok....so I' am so completely undevoted in everything. I am only writing this now because I have been receiving violent phone calls and bricks have been thrown through my window at night, the message of both being "UPDATE YOUR FUCKING BLOG!" oK, SO i GIVE IN. First of all, since I am horrible at updating, I didn not get to do this on time but here it is anyway. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL!!!! I LOVE YOU</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107427121817263193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107427121817263193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427121817263193' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107242272250965568</id><published>2003-12-25T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T23:25:53.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robin's blog got me thinking/reminiscing. I miss last year so much. I like the following about this year: Seth, Emily; having the lead; Chelsey and I being closer than ever; Mr. Reininga/ radio; the prospect of the suck-assiness ending. That's it. I miss playing fortune spin the bottle. I miss being funny. I miss being the center of attention. I can admit it. I miss being liked by someone (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107242272250965568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107242272250965568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107242272250965568' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107033684301351001</id><published>2003-12-01T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:47:59.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107033684301351001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107033684301351001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107033684301351001' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-107033659061532910</id><published>2003-12-01T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:49:09.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oops, so I guess its been a while, but I'm back. But only because I'm having a crisis in my life. I came back from Thanksgiving break happily because it was a break filled with non-stop fun and mashed potatoes. Then, I arrive in my radio class where Jaymie Ocker says "Ooh, guess who I met on my plane?...JOHN MAYER!!!" I literally screamed at her. She hugged him, got an autograph, and a picture. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107033659061532910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/107033659061532910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107033659061532910' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106783388522026066</id><published>2003-11-02T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T20:31:23.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)ModerateLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel 7 (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106783388522026066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106783388522026066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106783388522026066' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106731396955137628</id><published>2003-10-27T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T20:06:09.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so it has been an incredibly long time since I have updated and i was beginning to feel bad. But i'm sorry but I have not had time...so you all can just suck me. (please?!) k, well since its been forever since i have updated, i will do a mass update in bullett form....Birthdays.....October 16, John....I love you baby! come home so we can become reaquainted.October 25, Trisha....that goes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106731396955137628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106731396955137628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106731396955137628' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106679523340317481</id><published>2003-10-21T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T21:00:33.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so it has been a ridiculously long time since i have updated, but i have been busy and unmotivated. But luckily i have found motivation in my life. saturday night was one of the most fun nights i can recall in an incredibly long time. i had soooooooooo much fun being perverse and developing Mt. Dew. well, the show is coming together which is exciting but i have so much going on in my life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106679523340317481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106679523340317481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106679523340317481' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106497750217435634</id><published>2003-09-30T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T20:06:10.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Indecision is like a stepchild: if he does not wash his hands, he is called dirty, if he does, he is wasting water." -African Proverb   I am a redheaded stepchild. How badly does that suck? I am equated with being unloved and unwanted. "I can't do anything right. Everyone hates me!!!!!!!!!" Wow, my life does suck. Every stereotype I am associated with is a bad one: unwanted, drunkard, bitch, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106497750217435634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106497750217435634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106497750217435634' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106497522207319792</id><published>2003-09-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:27:37.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRISHA IS COMING HOME!!!! I HAVE CHANGED MY PANTIES ABOUT 3 TIMES NOW. YES I HAVE BLADDER/BOWEL CONTROL PROBLEMS WHEN I GET EXCITED. AND I SAW EMILY TODAY AND I ATE SOOOOOO MUCH B/C I HADN'T EATEN FOR 24 HOURS. EMILY, GURL, I LOVE YOU AND I'M SO GLAD WE GOT TO HANG OUT AND BITCH AND MAKE FUN OF PEOPLE, ETC. I NEEDED MY NEJAD FIX, AND I GOT IT. THANKS, GURL!!!! I LOVE YOU! WELP, I CAN ONLY SPEAK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106497522207319792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106497522207319792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106497522207319792' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106490517251991943</id><published>2003-09-29T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T23:59:31.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its definitely 2:00 in the morning and im awake. i cant sleep. Do i have school tomorrow? Yes. Do i have an important calculus test that i am so unprepared for it's laughable? Ah yes, i do. could i be reading my novel that i have a timed writing over on friday? probably, but all signs point to no shit. what did i do instead of these wonderful activities? here it is....got home from honors choir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106490517251991943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106490517251991943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106490517251991943' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106480987475392807</id><published>2003-09-28T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T21:33:20.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok..so we all know that chad and mr. antey are in fact the same entity. They have the same personality, the same physical features (that white tummy...hahaha robin), and even their face looks alike in my mind. BUT, on Sunday both of them were singing in the church choir and i was excited to see them together for my own amusement. But my amusement was heightened by this: they were wearing the SAME</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106480987475392807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106480987475392807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106480987475392807' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106470250944897143</id><published>2003-09-27T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T21:32:41.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why can't we go back in time and just relive our past? I miss my friends so much! I wish I could go back to this summer (the most amazing summer of my life) and relive it all. Because this summer I saw all of my best friends all the time. Well, I didn't see Chelsey much, but I was with Rachel, Trisha, Brandon, Emily, Robin, Seth, Parker, etc a lot. And seeing them at least once a week (Trisha and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106470250944897143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106470250944897143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106470250944897143' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106446054952823262</id><published>2003-09-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T20:29:09.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, let's be candid. so there's this girl that's in a lot of my classes and we're friends I guess even though she's really annoying. But I always get the feeling that she's hitting on me. I keep finding notes on my desk, ok, they're more like love letters from this anonymous source. But the handwriting is the same as that of a left-handed monkey. Who is the left-handed monkey you ask? Laura H!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106446054952823262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106446054952823262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106446054952823262' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106445966789569128</id><published>2003-09-24T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T20:14:27.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my haircut and I really like it. Thank you Mallory for your glorious beautician skills. I, and especially my hair, appreciate it. Emily you got in a wreck!!!!! I'm so sorry!!!!!! I love you and I'm sorry that your car got fucked up and that I didn't see you on Tuesday. It made me really sad. On the bright side, I LOVE Mr. Antey!!!!! he is such an amazing director/person/organizer/Chad. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106445966789569128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106445966789569128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106445966789569128' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106419575889959371</id><published>2003-09-21T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T18:55:58.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the third time I have had to rewrite my blog and I'm now crying because I'm so frustrated. I think I'm gonna have to quit writing in this because I am so msick of getting my shit erased. im just gonna start writing in bullets.-i am excited about musical but im sadabout my friends who were screwed-i went ghost hunting with rachel...love u-thespian conference was so fun except for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106419575889959371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106419575889959371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419575889959371' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106376993752725952</id><published>2003-09-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T20:38:57.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i was writing before was about my need and desire to find a ghost. if you know of one tell me. i have to se a ghost before im 18.....i only have 8 months!!!!!!!!!!!the next paragraph tallked about how much i love emily, seth, and lj, and how much i love our hacienda wednesdays. im sorry, but it is a short period of time one time a week that i get to see three of my best friends and i like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106376993752725952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106376993752725952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106376993752725952' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106376952900316648</id><published>2003-09-16T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T20:32:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I REALLY WISH I COULD FIND THE OWNER/CREATOR OF BLOGGER AND KICK HIS ASS FOR ERASING WHAT IVE WRITTEN AFTER 20 MINUTES. IF YOU'RE READING THIS YOU KNOW HOW TO REACH ME YOU COCKSUCKER.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106376952900316648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106376952900316648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106376952900316648' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106376943803344201</id><published>2003-09-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T20:30:38.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IF THIS ERASES ONE MORE FUCKING TIME.................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106376943803344201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106376943803344201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106376943803344201' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106368137952376283</id><published>2003-09-15T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T20:10:54.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have Thoroughly Modern Millie!!!!! I am so excited because I love it so much!!!!! wow, that is the most ridiculously drama kid statement i have ever made. I am annoying and clap at people's jokes. Someone please kick my ass. oh well, I'm fun, damnit. We have our Thespian Leadership Conference this weekend and I am so excited about that!!!! I really need to hang out with normal people again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106368137952376283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106368137952376283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106368137952376283' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106359634782976197</id><published>2003-09-14T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T20:25:47.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know what the show is, but I can't tell because Mr. Antey isn't positive we can do it yet because mrs. HAYMOND has not called him back yet. What a shit! She is angry that we're not doing a glorified choir concert so she's just gonna fuck us over. I really like Mr. Antey. I can tell he really cares about theatre and US, but he won't try to be our best friend and step over that student-teacher </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106359634782976197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106359634782976197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106359634782976197' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106333780617979591</id><published>2003-09-11T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T20:36:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I was writing before my fucking computer erased EVERYTHING was about my worries and insecurities about the musical. I am scared that the musical will not go my way and I will be so devastated. Of course I will do it regardless, but I will still be unhappy. If I can't get a good role in a Central HS musical, how the hell am I going to make it in life? Now I'm unsure about what I want to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106333780617979591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106333780617979591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106333780617979591' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106333732566757029</id><published>2003-09-11T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T20:28:45.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS THE THIRD GODDAMN TIME THAT I HAVE WRITTEN FOR FUCKING 15 MINUTES AND THE GODDAMN BLOGGER HAS ERASED EVERYTHING I HAVE WRITTEN. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. FUCKING GODDAMN PIECE OF ASS SHIT. I HATE THIS GODDAMN THING, I HAVE ANGER MANAGEMENT ISSUES AND I AM ABOUT TO BREAJK MY GODDAMN COMPUTE. FUCKFUCKFUCK. SAVE THIS COCKSUCKER.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106333732566757029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106333732566757029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106333732566757029' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106316371639783743</id><published>2003-09-09T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T20:15:16.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would just like to talk about my amazing friends. I have so many wonderful best friends that I share amazing friendships with. I have never rarely been angry at them, or if I am it doesn't last (Love u Seth). None of my friendships are out of convenience either. I dont hang out with my friends because they're cool or popular because well, let's be honest. I am only kidding. And that's another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106316371639783743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106316371639783743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106316371639783743' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5785870.post-106307756401878048</id><published>2003-09-08T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T20:19:24.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The time has come. I have finally jumped on the bandwagon and created a blog. Just to let you know,it will basically be an outlet for me to bitch. The first topic of discussion/bitchdom: Seth ditching/lying to me. I would just like to say that I never, ever ditch my friends, so it kind of angers me when they do that to me. I don't know if Seth just did not want to hang out with me so he made up a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106307756401878048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5785870/posts/default/106307756401878048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reptileredhead.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106307756401878048' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017607926000594077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
