<?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-7997938348054123359</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:18:44.900-05:00</updated><category term='six feet under'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='music'/><category term='michael cunningham'/><category term='halifax'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='europe'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>braddddd♥</title><subtitle type='html'>just the life of a mixed up 20-year-old in an unfamiliar place&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;
&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-9034577706098911851</id><published>2009-10-04T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:49:46.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been about 3 months since I've updated last. I would love to say that my life is so unbelievably crazy and I just don't have time to write anything, but alas, that is not the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer was so much fun! I love Ontario and really do not every want to move back home again. I'm really starting to see this as my home, the only need I need now is my own place. And hopefully .. that will happen sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can not find a damn job. I've been applying like crazy but because I do not have any business experience, it makes it really hard for companies to hire me. They usually want 2-5 years of experience and it just sucks .. big time. How am I supposed to gain experience if no one will hire me?! It's so frustrating and my current retail job is giving me like 10 hours a week .. not cool at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my blog is usually just me ranting about everything. That's enough of that for right now. Here's a video that me and Tara made the other night/morning at 6am. We were bored .. and not tired at all. Something is wrong with us, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvcG2PX88gg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AvcG2PX88gg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-9034577706098911851?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/9034577706098911851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=9034577706098911851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/9034577706098911851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/9034577706098911851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoops.html' title='Whoops!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-589914078193489133</id><published>2009-07-28T02:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:51:24.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"well I lie here in the wet patch in the middle of the bed&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty damn hard done by, I spent ages giving head&lt;br /&gt;then I remember all the nice things that you've ever said to me&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just overreacting, maybe your the one for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?i=300279631&amp;amp;id=300279623&amp;amp;s=143455"&gt;lily allen - not fair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lily Allen, you (or your writers I should say) know how to write songs about my life. This song reminds me of my life, for reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not being around lately, I don't think there's a whole lot of people who read this but I've been busy lately. As in, twittering too much, graduating, moving back to the GTA, then back to NB and then back to the GTA again. But now I'm back here for good (hopefully). I'll probably go home around Christmas time to make my mom happy and then maybe a slightly better vacation. But I've decided to no longer talk about it as I don't want to jinx it and I need this to happen so bad it's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll try to update more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-589914078193489133?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/589914078193489133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=589914078193489133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/589914078193489133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/589914078193489133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-fair.html' title='Not fair'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-438387440236812004</id><published>2009-04-07T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:26:15.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>msn conversation</title><content type='html'>Amy and I just had the funniest msn convo ever. We took it way too far, sooo many times and I love it. haha Enjoy : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:10:42 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh umm hm im soo sick of ur bullshiit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:10:51 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:11:01 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so not getting lippy with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:11:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not now. not after all i've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:11:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i think i am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:11:51 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pregnancy hasn't been easy on me, you know! my body's huge, my thighs are massive, i get weird cravings and all you do is hang around and go on youtube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:12:04 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to put more effort into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:12:08 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:12:14 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm keeping the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:12:27 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur not my first or my last &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:13:02 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh NO YOU DIDN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:13:40 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you even know its mine, i know youve been sluttin around, people talk in this town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:13:51 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, don't even go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:13:57 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:14:00 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:14:07 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your fucking baby, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:14:25 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill we go see maurie dont be saying shit to e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:14:25 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:14:25 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she/he kicks like a mother fucker, and so do you. it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:14:40 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, listen!! there's no need to bring Maurie into this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:14:59 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fucked maurie didnt ya!!!!???! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:15:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:16:03 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna told you, didn't she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:16:06 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fucking CUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:16:11 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ima shoot that bitch UPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:16:44 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont bring her into this it me and u bitchh soo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:16:55 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:17:14 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's your baby and you'll be paying child support out your ass for the next 18 years, so have fun with that mother fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:17:35 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're taking this to court bitch and imma win &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:17:46 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah? yeah? gonna go all coked out again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:17:51 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my moneyy will be going to hookers and booze &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:18:01 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun with that. why don't you bring your drug dealer as your witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:18:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i willl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:18:12 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i willl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:18:15 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:18:21 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you've been fucking him anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:18:21 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your going down biatchh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:18:34 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtffffffffffff??! bitchchh what u sayingg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:18:42 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW THE VIDEO ON THE INTERNET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:18:50 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:18:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT FUCKERR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:19:04 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reallly hoping i wasn't going to ahve to pull that card, but apparently i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:19:11 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will shut the fuck up when i shove my dick down ur throat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:19:27 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, stop it. you're turning me on ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:19:35 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahahaha, funniest msn convo i've ever had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:19:36 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:19:48 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaha i knoww im actually pissing my pants hahahha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:19:53 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah me tooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:19:54 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:19:58 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took it to far hahaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:19:58 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm saving this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:20:03 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doo itt upp ahhaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:20:05 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too far, soo many times. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bradley... says: (1:20:08 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to blog it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:20:13 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhahahhaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amy... says: (1:20:15 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love uu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-438387440236812004?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/438387440236812004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=438387440236812004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/438387440236812004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/438387440236812004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/04/msn-conversation.html' title='msn conversation'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6816849444914660385</id><published>2009-03-30T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:24:12.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>he's my new boyfriend, for real</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6AV5XzKjz2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6AV5XzKjz2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6816849444914660385?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6816849444914660385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6816849444914660385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6816849444914660385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6816849444914660385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-my-new-boyfriend-for-real.html' title='he&apos;s my new boyfriend, for real'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-279388714879767385</id><published>2009-03-19T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:41:17.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently doing a sales project where my partner and I have to go out into the city to approach businesses to purchase signage for the local ball field and wow ... what a rush! It makes me sounds like a huge loser, but wow. It feels so great making a sale, an actual sale. We made two for sure sales yesterday and 2 almost sales and 2 maybe sales and I'm so excited about it! It's not something I can see myself doing forever or even in the future but it's so exciting and really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting hopefully more regularly coming up. I know I've been kind of slacking but I need to get back into the swing of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-279388714879767385?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/279388714879767385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=279388714879767385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/279388714879767385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/279388714879767385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-854118837555291112</id><published>2009-03-16T07:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:50:58.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>Holy lord. &lt;br /&gt;For someone who hasn't posted a blog in like a month, I do not have a whole lot to report! Things have been pretty quiet over here, with school &amp; work taking over a majority of my life. &lt;br /&gt;I've also started dating a great guy, &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;, and while I'm not sure where it's going, I'm really enjoying his company and having someone there for me. We're not the most compatible, actually we're almost extreme opposites, but we're trying. He opened up to me last night after having a horrible Saturday and if you follow me on twitter you'll know why. He's made the decision to stop drinking so much and asked for my help which really caught me off guard. It's not like I have never been asked for someone's help, but with something like this ... with someone who's 27, it just really hit me on how much trust he's putting into this already. I don't mind helping, even if it means just not drinking myself. I don't even like to get drunk anymore, haha, I get too sloppy (i.e. drunk twittering, drunk phoning, drunk texting .. usually all around the same time). I kind of feel like we've been moving too fast but at the same time there are aspects of our relationship that are going slow and it's amazing. It's all just new and almost refreshing and different and at this point in my life, different is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-854118837555291112?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/854118837555291112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=854118837555291112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/854118837555291112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/854118837555291112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4071092823994205362</id><published>2009-02-20T15:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:56:34.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>worddle?</title><content type='html'>I just did a &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net"&gt;Wordle&lt;/a&gt; for my twitter account and this is what I got ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OhkdwykwPtrlZLSJyB03hQ?authkey=jDGLov5le34&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SZ8XTWHhXCI/AAAAAAAAADI/E4clEYiWYEs/s144/Picture%201.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bradjmh/Braddddd?authkey=jDGLov5le34&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;braddddd♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is further proof of my obsession / love of &lt;a href="http://www.courteatsu.wordpress.com"&gt;Courtney&lt;/a&gt;. I hope she doesn't mind. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4071092823994205362?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4071092823994205362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4071092823994205362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4071092823994205362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4071092823994205362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/02/worddle.html' title='worddle?'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SZ8XTWHhXCI/AAAAAAAAADI/E4clEYiWYEs/s72-c/Picture%201.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6498405923042537202</id><published>2009-02-13T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:08:48.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day!! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/v/oju0N3uMoF4'&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oju0N3uMoF4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oju0N3uMoF4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/v/oju0N3uMoF4'&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6498405923042537202?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6498405923042537202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6498405923042537202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6498405923042537202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6498405923042537202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-2846973798781375844</id><published>2009-02-11T08:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:17:59.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One month later...</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe that it's been a month. It's amazing what one month can do. I miss him more and more everyday and still feel like I'm going to get a random text message from him saying 'HEY ASSHOLE, WHERE ARE YOU!'. But I'm coming to realization that it's not going to happen. I don't want to believe it's real, but I know that I have to. Today is a celebration of the life he lived. Everyday is a celebration of the life I've been so blessed to continue living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of this, I've done something proactive in my life. I decided to facebook message the mom of a former best friend. This woman was like a second mother to me in high school, and sometimes was there to listen more than my real mom. Their whole family was like my second family and they're home was a home away from home. I can't lie and say I don't miss it. I miss what we used to be and I know that things won't go back that way. But none the less, I decided to facebook message her, just to tell her that I miss her and that I'd like to get together and catch up. So much as changed in my life since last year and I'm sure so much has happened in hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want out of messaging her. I just felt like it was the right thing to do. As I said to her 'If I were to die tomorrow, I don't want to go with grudges or whatever'. I just want to know that I've done what I can for who I can and tried my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-2846973798781375844?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/2846973798781375844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=2846973798781375844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2846973798781375844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2846973798781375844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-month-later.html' title='One month later...'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-7794640083196330776</id><published>2009-02-04T12:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:24:00.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>I was just reading an article by Kelli Underhill, &lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/items/1232238-overcoming-procrastination"&gt;Addicted to Procrastination&lt;/a&gt; , and boy did it ever hit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has succumb to one giant procrastination. In fact, I'm procrastinating right now. My school work isn't hard. Going to class isn't hard. But I always just put it off until it has to happen. I really need to stop doing this and do what needs to be done as soon as I can and not stress myself out with leaving everything to the last minute. It's not being fair to myself and I know I deserve better than what I've been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for change. Not tomorrow, not next week. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;So enough with the procrastination, I'm going to do a bunch of assignments that are due this week, get this finished and over with and enjoy not being stressed out by the end of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-7794640083196330776?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/7794640083196330776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=7794640083196330776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7794640083196330776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7794640083196330776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4634170376614378954</id><published>2009-02-03T10:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:15:58.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>truths</title><content type='html'>I know that you know that I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I may act like I've forgotten about it already,&lt;br /&gt;but I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not sure I will so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4634170376614378954?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4634170376614378954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4634170376614378954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4634170376614378954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4634170376614378954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/02/truths.html' title='truths'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-551401520762041581</id><published>2009-01-29T18:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:16:51.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's probably just flashed out</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;RATE!! COMMENT!! SUBSCRIBE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnlvdXR1YmUuY29tL3dhdGNoP3Y9MEV3OGowMEdyNU0="&gt;http://www. youtube. com/watch?v=0Ew8j00Gr5M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ew8j00Gr5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ew8j00Gr5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" height="344" width="425" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnlvdXR1YmUuY29tL3dhdGNoP3Y9MEV3OGowMEdyNU0="&gt;http://www. youtube. com/watch?v=0Ew8j00Gr5M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-551401520762041581?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/551401520762041581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=551401520762041581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/551401520762041581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/551401520762041581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-probably-just-flashed-out.html' title='it&apos;s probably just flashed out'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-7415163479438168843</id><published>2009-01-26T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:02:36.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>Wow,&lt;br /&gt;This was the best birthday weekend I've ever had! I'm sure everyone says that after each birthday, but seriously .. best, birthday, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we all went out to the pub and got wasted. In fact, I got so wasted that I was still hungover on saturday morning when I woke up. Amazing friends, plus great food, yummy (&amp;amp; cheap!) beer, GORGEOUS cake and a great band = an amazing birthday. I wish more friends were able to come, but I understand not being able to come home for a night/weekend .. I'm more realistic than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my actual birthday, the big ol' 21(!), and Robyn and I took a road trip to Moncton and we did some shopping and went to supper with her unbelieveably cute friend whos name I can not remember but she was so cute, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the weeeee morning hours on saturday I went to Halifax with Ashley &amp;amp; Kari! I did some shopping, got to see some friends who I haven't seen since August and went out to some clubs. Unfortunetly, I was completely sober the whole night. I wasn't feeling very well and it was just a better idea to be sober and I still had a lot of fun! Erin &amp;amp; her roommates had a SexyGirl party and it was so hilarious and really informative. I learned a lot about the vagina, most of which will go unused forever, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I came home on Sunday. I saw some more friends and ate at the Wired Monk, which is my favorite spot to eat in Halifax. It's so gooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm back home, back to the school &amp;amp; work routine. Back to wanting to be back in Halifax, haha. I need to get back again soon. As in, not go another 6 months without visiting. I didn't realize how much I would be miss it until I went back. I'm going to see about going back during my march break! Should be a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-7415163479438168843?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/7415163479438168843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=7415163479438168843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7415163479438168843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7415163479438168843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-5860473669823118964</id><published>2009-01-16T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:10:10.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can you hear me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You gotta be out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You gotta be somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause there are these nights when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I sing myself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm hopin' my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bring you close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are you listening?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Hear Me - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever sense Corey passed away, I've been so paranoid about everything. For example, I came home from Katie's last night and I was expecting my mom to be home, and I must have called her name like 10 times and she didn't answer. So many scenarios went through my mind and I started to panic. And I ran upstairs and called out once more, and it turns out she was in the washroom. I'm just so scared that someone else is going to leave me before I'm ready to let them go. I know I can't go on thinking like this, but I can't help think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting to the point where I'm afraid to go to sleep because I keep having dreams about the people I love dying. I passed out from being just exhausted at like 10:30pm last night and woke up really suddenly at 3:30am, and I'm not sure why I woke up like that but it had to have been my mind trying to tell me something. So I've been awake since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad because I told Robyn I'd go to the wake with her today, but I really don't think I can do it. It was hard the first time, and I don't picture the second time being any easier. I want to see him again, and again and again. I'm not ready to let him be put away in the vault until spring when he's buried. I hate that about winter time. Every one is going to have feel all these emotions all over again when he is buried in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many "I should have"s and "I wish"es. So many thing I wish I could have said. So many times that I should have called just to see what's up. So many things I could have done. I wish I hadn't taken advantage of that. There will be no more of that. I'm not going to regret not saying to someone I care about. The "I love you"s will be flowing freely from my mouth, heart and soul from these days forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-5860473669823118964?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/5860473669823118964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=5860473669823118964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5860473669823118964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5860473669823118964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-hear-me.html' title='can you hear me'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-5435567666296993185</id><published>2009-01-14T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:23:10.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>This week has been so weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like nothing has happened. It's almost like my mind has decided that its going to stay in disbelief mode as long as possible. This whole thing just does not feel real. You're not supposed to lose a friend. Parents are not supposed to bury their children. Twenty year olds are not supposed to die. He was too young. It couldn't possibly have been his time, not now. He was in his prime, just loving life and lighting up any room he stepped foot into. &lt;br /&gt;This weekend is not going to be good for anyone. The wake is Thursday and Friday and the funeral is Saturday. I wish there was something I could say to his family. I wish there was something I could say to our friends. I wish with all my heart that this hasn't really happened. This is going to be a horrible dream that will last forever. I'll never forget you, Corey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-5435567666296993185?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/5435567666296993185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=5435567666296993185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5435567666296993185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5435567666296993185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-1777268399476766876</id><published>2009-01-11T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:54:46.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Corey</title><content type='html'>I lost a good friend tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me realize how much I take advantage of. &lt;br /&gt;RIP Corey.&lt;br /&gt;You are an amazing person and you will be forever missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-1777268399476766876?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/1777268399476766876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=1777268399476766876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1777268399476766876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1777268399476766876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-corey.html' title='RIP Corey'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4204149168100273010</id><published>2009-01-10T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:21:23.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>I just woke up. and yes it's after 3pm, stop judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had the craziest dream! I don't remember all the details but this is what I do remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was by my neighbours house and somehow there was ground beef everywhere on the ground and I was feverishly trying to clean it up because that day was two things; According to African legends, it was the day of mice, where all the mice came out and were every where and ate everything and according to Zimbabwean legends, it was the day of the fleas where fleas come out everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Then I ended up in the kitchen of an old restaurant. I was talking with the cooks and then went out in the dinning room, where there was no tables, just people standing around drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Then there were sirens like crazy and we saw a helicopter land on the Centenial bridge and all these army cars and people come up after it and cross the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Then I ended up at someone's house and everyone was dressed in prom attire and I was going with Emily and she was wearing this big pink dress and she wanted to go this movie and I refused to and she got really mad. Then Emily turned into Jennifer and we fought all the way to the movies and she spilt sweet and sour sauce on my leg and that made me even more mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other parts, something about old people and an old saloon where I was holding a baby and a dog but I'm not really sure how those parts go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yah, superrrr random. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4204149168100273010?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4204149168100273010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4204149168100273010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4204149168100273010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4204149168100273010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-859501463916586246</id><published>2009-01-09T08:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:07:51.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>silenced.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to talk about something but feel like you can't because of where you live, who you're friends with and what they would have to say in retaliation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot I want to talk about, not only on here but also on talky-blogs on youtube but I feel that because I live in this shithole, and people from here ARE watching my videos, that I have to watch what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean 'Omg, I'm so famous here', what I mean is that a former teacher of mine displayed one of my videos to her entire 10th grade class one day in December. And people I never thought would watch them, have seen them. Again, I'm not saying YouTube is going to call me tomorrow and be their spokesperson, but I feel like there are issues that I can't talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to talk about homophobia in this area, the way I'm treated when I go out to a certain 'club', and the people who make me feel like I'm less of a person. But I also want to talk about the people who love and support me, the ones who accept me and the ones who make me feel like I'm just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will gain the courage to speak about those topics one day... I really hope I do. Being treated like a second-class citizen is not right. Being belittled, made fun of, told off, threatened, is not right. I'm just like everyone else, the only difference between me and Joe the Plumber is that I'd rather wake up to a man lying with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to have to do a gay-themed talky-blog soon. There's a lot I need to get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-859501463916586246?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/859501463916586246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=859501463916586246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/859501463916586246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/859501463916586246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/01/silenced.html' title='silenced.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-7329875699590491954</id><published>2009-01-06T11:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:55:30.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>I'm 99% sure I'm going to have enough credits to graduate in June.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YES!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm back in high school, just praying to get out of this no where town. fuckkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the meantime, check out my new youtube video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofYbZj6CcJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofYbZj6CcJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know it says Make A Ginger Bread. I had no idea it was going to cut off the rest of the words, haha. Because I'm a moron like that. Just watch it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-7329875699590491954?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/7329875699590491954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=7329875699590491954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7329875699590491954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7329875699590491954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6066351506767616221</id><published>2009-01-05T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:20:13.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back into the Swing of Things.</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Now that there's some regularity back in my life, you know, with school starting up again .. I'll be able to post more blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an amazing Christmas break. I may have gone out too much. I may have drank too much. And I may have worked too much. But in the end, it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning there was a motivational speaker for the college. And all I could do was walk out. I'm going to need more than one motivational speaker to make me want to come to class and work my ass off. I slacked like a mother fucker last semester and ended with an 83% average, which is just wonderful in my eyes. I'm a motivational speaker's worst nightmare when it comes to completing this damn diploma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until June!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6066351506767616221?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6066351506767616221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6066351506767616221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6066351506767616221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6066351506767616221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-into-swing-of-things.html' title='Back into the Swing of Things.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-5008835612472657344</id><published>2008-12-18T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:05:06.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy life!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating lately!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since releasing those youtube videos, my life has just been so crazy! I'm always signing autographs and appearing at bar mitzvahs and birthday parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wish, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I've just been busy with school and work and junk. &lt;br /&gt;But I can't wait until saturday ... my lover Lyndsay comes home from Vancouver!!!! Omg, I'm so pumped! I only got to see her for like half an hour this summer because she came home the day I left for Halifax, and I wanted to die. But now, I get a week, maybe 2, I dunno, with her and I can't WAITTTT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in the middle of filming a new youtube video, full of nice things about all my friends. It's the perfect time of the year to reflect on all the amazing people I have in my life, and to let them know I appreciate everything they do for me : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-5008835612472657344?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/5008835612472657344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=5008835612472657344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5008835612472657344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5008835612472657344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-life.html' title='crazy life!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4991978288842732298</id><published>2008-12-09T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:54:12.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Wakey-Wakey!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a new youtube video!&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check it out, and do a video response letting me know your morning routine : )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFNlNk7SuHw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFNlNk7SuHw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4991978288842732298?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4991978288842732298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4991978288842732298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4991978288842732298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4991978288842732298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/12/wakey-wakey.html' title='Wakey-Wakey!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-2075763443880837966</id><published>2008-12-06T02:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:56:28.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Youtube.</title><content type='html'>Please excuse spelling mistakes as I'm currently drunk at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;also, I've made some youtube vidoes!&lt;br /&gt;please watch them. &lt;br /&gt;here's my fav so far.&lt;br /&gt;it's alled 51 things found in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny! &lt;br /&gt;ENJOYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/38urIxJGHpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/38urIxJGHpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-2075763443880837966?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/2075763443880837966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=2075763443880837966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2075763443880837966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2075763443880837966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/12/youtube.html' title='Youtube.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-5241818328059401255</id><published>2008-12-03T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:46:55.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First : )</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog from my MacBook!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting the hang of this thing, but so far I love it so much!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to make videos yet. And I'm not sure how to upload pictures. But I'm sure I'll figure it out. I may have to contact my favorite ginger for some help though, hopefully she won't mind too much!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to try to get an assignment done so I can go out tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-5241818328059401255?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/5241818328059401255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=5241818328059401255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5241818328059401255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5241818328059401255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/12/first.html' title='First : )'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-2144223316386602164</id><published>2008-12-03T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:30:53.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grab the book closest to you. Go to page 56. Find the 5th sentence. Write that sentence in the text box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hill on the right, across the river from the hotel, had a Hindu temple high on its side; the hill in the middle, further away, held up a mosque; while the hill on the left was crowned by a Christian church" - Life of Pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge everyone to do this, it's simple fun!&lt;br /&gt;Send me a comment with your blog link and I'll def check it out : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-2144223316386602164?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/2144223316386602164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=2144223316386602164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2144223316386602164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2144223316386602164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/12/challenge.html' title='Challenge!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-314372722119829204</id><published>2008-12-03T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:18:19.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>macbook-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wish you would light me up&lt;br /&gt;and say you want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think for the first time this semester I'm fully prepared for a test. Which is not very good, but hey, it's better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, my macbook is supposed to come in today!!! and you knows as soon as class is over, I'm going to be speeding home to wait by the door for the delivery man or woman, and I may hug/kiss/molest them at the door. That's perfectly legal/sane right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my new favorite love is grapes and cheese, together. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-314372722119829204?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/314372722119829204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=314372722119829204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/314372722119829204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/314372722119829204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/12/macbook-day.html' title='macbook-day'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6513878289911874147</id><published>2008-12-02T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:17:36.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not soon enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's only so many songs that i can sing to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;and I'm running out of things to do to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;all I have is this picture in a frame&lt;br /&gt;that I hold close to see your face everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you is where i'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;but were stuck where we are&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard, your so far..&lt;br /&gt;this long distance is killing me&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you are here with me&lt;br /&gt;but were stuck where we are&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard, your so far..&lt;br /&gt;this long distance is killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can not wait to see you guys! It's been the longest 6 months and I miss the shit out of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6513878289911874147?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6513878289911874147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6513878289911874147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6513878289911874147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6513878289911874147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-soon-enough.html' title='not soon enough'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4215415020085710953</id><published>2008-11-30T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:53:52.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh.mm.geee!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm sooo excited right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saving money since September for a trip, and well, sometimes plans change and instead of waiting until after the trip I purchased the new MACBOOK on friday!!!! I'm so excited! I've been drooling over that beautiful machine since it came out on Oct 15th, and I'm excited to finally be a part of the Mac family. I've always heard great things about Macs and the next couple days are going to be super slow, waiting for it to get here! It should be here on tuesday or wednesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually thinking about starting to make some youtube videos or collab channels or something once I get it! But I'm still going to use the laptop I have right now for school-related functions. Basically, as much as I want to use the Mac 24/7, I have a horrible track record with technology so I've got to take super good care of my new baby, : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon, once I get it : )!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4215415020085710953?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4215415020085710953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4215415020085710953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4215415020085710953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4215415020085710953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohmmgeee.html' title='oh.mm.geee!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6397227951262518674</id><published>2008-11-26T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:14:49.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>me, me, me.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just don't get enough me time. And when I get me time, I waste it on the internet instead of doing productive things like school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can not believe that there is two weeks left of this semester. I don't feel like I've learned anything. Or that I've done anything significant! The only thing I do know is that I can't wait for it to be over, haha. I'm really hoping that next semester is not only more interesting but that I'm also more into it. I really do not want another semester like this one where I'm sleeping in class, not doing homework, doing half-assed projects .. I kind of want to do well. (Which may or may not come as a surprise to some people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing work right now actually, but instead I'm reading a book that's due back at the library tomorrow, How I Paid For College by Marc Acito, and I really like it. It's funny and witty and yet I can kind of relate to the main character, Edward, seeing as his parents don't 'get him' but my parents are at least paying for my school, even if it's something they want me to do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I can get in another chapter before my next class starts. I hope everyone's having a wonderful hump day!&lt;br /&gt;♥B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6397227951262518674?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6397227951262518674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6397227951262518674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6397227951262518674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6397227951262518674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-me-me.html' title='me, me, me.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-8147761021380945980</id><published>2008-11-24T01:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:32:05.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no need to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>Wow, how quickly I forget about blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been blogging a whole lot lately. Trying to juggle end of term coming up, having test after test and assignments due like crazy and working 15-20 hours a week at BP is getting the best of me. I've hardly got time for myself, let alone blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of me time is starting to show, which is why I've got to fit in more gym time this week, haha. Gotta make sure I look sexy for Cuba in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel horrible but I'm flip flopping between host families for next year and it makes me sick to even think about. I don't know who to choose, where to know, how to apply for visas, how much money to start saving and I really think I've started looking too early. Like 4 or 5 months too early. Eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will work themselves out!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-8147761021380945980?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/8147761021380945980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=8147761021380945980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8147761021380945980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8147761021380945980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-need-to-say-goodbye.html' title='no need to say goodbye'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4487993155214830585</id><published>2008-11-10T00:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:52:53.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect</title><content type='html'>Today was just one of those perfect days.&lt;br /&gt;I laid in bed until 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to some wonderful people&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with A.&lt;br /&gt;and got to see C &amp;amp; R!&lt;br /&gt;AND I was talking to a friend from Australia, and I might move there for a bit in the future, maybe after Germany / in between au pair jobs!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. I just want to travel, and can't wait to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4487993155214830585?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4487993155214830585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4487993155214830585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4487993155214830585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4487993155214830585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect.html' title='perfect'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4549597573421243676</id><published>2008-11-06T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:45:48.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[whore]oscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'High energy levels will propel through a hectic day. You'll be a dynamo of action, and you'll get so much done in a short time that you'll be able to skip out early. Then, it'll be best to race home where you can crash on the couch and do absolutely nothing.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i wish this were to come true. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i've left this damn assignment to the last minute. and i have to work 5-close tonight so i won't get home until after midnight. and i'm not even close to being done.&lt;br /&gt;effword.&lt;br /&gt;why do i do this to myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4549597573421243676?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4549597573421243676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4549597573421243676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4549597573421243676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4549597573421243676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/11/whoreoscope.html' title='[whore]oscope'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6783888828665544762</id><published>2008-11-05T07:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:08:00.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama!</title><content type='html'>Finally, things are starting to look up!&lt;br /&gt;Obama is the new President Elect of the United States!&lt;br /&gt;Change was needed, and change was granted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of our neighbors for voting the right candidate!&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6783888828665544762?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6783888828665544762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6783888828665544762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6783888828665544762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6783888828665544762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama.html' title='Obama!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6343963528343292661</id><published>2008-11-04T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:35:56.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Fever</title><content type='html'>I've been following the American election with more interest than I thought I would ever have. And I'm very much pro-Obama. I think he's the best choice and I really wish that I could vote. Canadians, and everyone else in the world for that matter, are going to be affected by the results of this election. If McCain is elected, no, I don't even want to think about it. To all Americans, get out there today and vote! Make your voice heard, and make election history, VOTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6343963528343292661?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6343963528343292661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6343963528343292661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6343963528343292661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6343963528343292661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-fever.html' title='Election Fever'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-8541190377321094751</id><published>2008-11-02T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:51:08.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>really?</title><content type='html'>Really?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Really?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to grow up. You're not in high school anymore. This kind of behavior is not acceptable in the real world. You're not only embarrassing yourself, but also the people around you. I'm not just referring to one of you, I'm referring to multiple people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-8541190377321094751?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/8541190377321094751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=8541190377321094751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8541190377321094751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8541190377321094751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/11/really.html' title='really?'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-7993614688297944942</id><published>2008-10-30T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:40:10.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we will not grow old</title><content type='html'>oh my, i love random road trips! last night, after a surprisingly great night at work, E, C and I decided to follow those stupid starfish signs that have popped up all over my hometown these past couple weeks. We had no idea what the hell these signs meant, but at 12:30am, it seemed like a good idea. It took us down into Baie-Ste-Anne, and then into Pointe Sapin and then magically became Kouchibouguac! We died laughing when we say the sign for the Kouchibouguac National Park ... like what the balls. The starfish signs were actually the good damn &lt;a href="http://www.tourismnewbrunswick.ca/PlacesToGo/Regions/AcadianCoastalDrive.aspx"&gt;Acadian Coastal Drive&lt;/a&gt; and let me tell you how NOT impressed we were. haha. At least we got a good scare, went on a little adventure and saw a fox and a moose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-7993614688297944942?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/7993614688297944942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=7993614688297944942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7993614688297944942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7993614688297944942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-will-not-grow-old.html' title='we will not grow old'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6593706431083006670</id><published>2008-10-29T01:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:59:56.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>hanging on too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m97fPXPnEGU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m97fPXPnEGU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day, you occupy less and less of my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6593706431083006670?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6593706431083006670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6593706431083006670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6593706431083006670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6593706431083006670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/hanging-on-too-long.html' title='hanging on too long'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-724033176894294314</id><published>2008-10-28T23:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:59:46.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>Lately, something has been wrong inside. I'm not sure what it is, but my body doesn't feel right. Something is off. I like to think I know my body well, and it's different. A normal 20-year-old shouldn't have to nap in order to get through the day. I shouldn't be tired all the time, regardless of how much sleep I get. I shouldn't be moody, grouchy or snappy for no reason. I just wish the hospital will call so I can go for some fricking blood work and hopefully they'll find something, anything, a reason for all this craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1am and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my body back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-724033176894294314?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/724033176894294314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=724033176894294314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/724033176894294314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/724033176894294314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/urgh.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-1923934555474685185</id><published>2008-10-27T11:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:00:16.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>adele</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9Qi679IVgk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9Qi679IVgk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't someone give me the chance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-1923934555474685185?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/1923934555474685185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=1923934555474685185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1923934555474685185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1923934555474685185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/adele.html' title='adele'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-2145051694984196586</id><published>2008-10-24T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:19:52.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>covered</title><content type='html'>I first heard 'Good Morning Starshine' while watching the movie 'Hair' and really liked it, but I've recently stumbled across Serena Ryder's version of the song and it makes me like the song even more. This movie reminds me of him, just because it's one of his favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Matt's birthday next weekend, and I really want to go to Halifax to see him but I don't really want to see him. And I can't believe that after so many months, I'm still not completely over it. It's kind of sad. I mean, I'm over what happened, I'm over wanting a relationship, but I don't think I could handle seeing him with someone else. Maybe I just like to think I'm over it. Although I don't know why I wouldn't be, I mean we've hardly talked since June except for occassionally on facebook but I don't know. Urgh, I hate talking about him all the time and there's things I want to say, but can't even bring myself to type the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life throws you curveballs sometimes and I wish this was one I knew how to handle, and throw right back. Maybe I just need someone new in my life. Maybe I just need a change of scenery. Who knows at this point, all I know is that I'm sick of feeling this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-2145051694984196586?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/2145051694984196586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=2145051694984196586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2145051694984196586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2145051694984196586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/covered.html' title='covered'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6747517111701110986</id><published>2008-10-23T01:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:25:49.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>: (</title><content type='html'>I really need to focus on stupid school! Urgh, this is not working at all. I've got a paper due on Monday worth 20% and I haven't even started. I have project due the next week worth 20% and I haven't started that either, and there's way more to that. I'm kind of screwed. I just wish I liked my courses, and didn't want to blow up the school. I really just want June to get here really fast so I can move back to Ontario and then to Europe. Please dear God let my plans actually go through, pleasepleaseplease let me figure something out to get to Europe... also, I'd like a pony. kthanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6747517111701110986?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6747517111701110986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6747517111701110986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6747517111701110986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6747517111701110986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=': ('/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4172489560937718660</id><published>2008-10-17T08:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:39:30.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SPiGs0N0_LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ezC0b9ULJgQ/s1600-h/5ebbcw.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SPiGs0N0_LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ezC0b9ULJgQ/s320/5ebbcw.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258100669444062386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, this is so my life. it's exactly what i did this morning before getting out of bed to get ready for school, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laptops make life much easier, if you ask me. I go everywhere and do everything with mine in my house! I listen to music on my laptop while showering, creep people on facebook while in bed, look up cheats for the wii in the living room, talk to people on MSN while cooking in the kitchen, I'm a huge wireless whore. I would die without it. Well, yes. yes I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4172489560937718660?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4172489560937718660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4172489560937718660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4172489560937718660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4172489560937718660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/truth.html' title='the truth'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SPiGs0N0_LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ezC0b9ULJgQ/s72-c/5ebbcw.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-1263924496789160143</id><published>2008-10-16T10:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:08:53.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;speaking of starting a new eating habit, this is my horoscope for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SPdK5XwkH_I/AAAAAAAAACI/MlFx6X_Yfm0/s1600-h/gayscope1016.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SPdK5XwkH_I/AAAAAAAAACI/MlFx6X_Yfm0/s320/gayscope1016.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257753439469051890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are the chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-1263924496789160143?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/1263924496789160143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=1263924496789160143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1263924496789160143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1263924496789160143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/speaking-of.html' title='speaking of ....'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SPdK5XwkH_I/AAAAAAAAACI/MlFx6X_Yfm0/s72-c/gayscope1016.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-1370996659580730306</id><published>2008-10-16T09:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:56:39.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizations</title><content type='html'>I had a dentist appointment yesterday and usually they are my favorite types of appointments, but not this time. The amount of cavities that I have, is so disgusting and embarrassing that I'm forced to rethink my eating/drinking habits and how they affect my teeth. For example, did you know that if you put a penny in a glass of pop for a week, the penny will completely dissolve? I'm going to be conducting an experiment and taking daily pictures to see if this is actually true, but even just the dentist telling me that was enough to spook the crap out of me. She also mentioned that orange juice, which is one of my favorite juice drinks, is not good for teeth because of the large amounts of citric acid. Candy, which you know clearly, is not good for teeth either and for me, it's the mints at work because I usually snack away at them my whole shift. Although last night, I didn't have any pop or mints. I'm quite proud, haha, it doesn't take much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hope to keep up with this whole diet change, as it will make me healthier anyway and I still have some weight to lose before spring break ... Cuba baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing, : (&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to Cuba with my friends, but I also really want the new Macbook that just came out. They're roughly around the same price so I know that I can not get both. I want both, but financially, that's not realistic. Althoughhhh, I did just start waiting on tables last night, and that means more money will be coming to me ... but $1500 before the end of February is a lot of money and a lot of waiting tables, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-1370996659580730306?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/1370996659580730306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=1370996659580730306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1370996659580730306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1370996659580730306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/realizations.html' title='Realizations'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-2049651459626474837</id><published>2008-10-15T07:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:33:58.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oscar</title><content type='html'>Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;I'm some cranky this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing that stupid HR project, and I don't feel like I got anything done. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a little convo with Chris last night. It gets easier to talk to him, but I did have a slight anxiety attack afterwards. I really want to be friends with him, I'm just not sure how long it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And effword. I just got my HR midterm back, and I got a freaking 67%! FUCK. Whatever, it's a pass. I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-2049651459626474837?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/2049651459626474837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=2049651459626474837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2049651459626474837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2049651459626474837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/oscar.html' title='oscar'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-2807284938717998803</id><published>2008-10-14T23:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:51:22.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>still shocked.</title><content type='html'>I really don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An election was called.&lt;br /&gt;People wanted change.&lt;br /&gt;Millions of dollars were spent promoting change.&lt;br /&gt;And what do we get?&lt;br /&gt;Another Conservative minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just don't understand how Canadians see that Stephen Harper is good for us. I understand that in some ridings, people vote for the candidate and not the party but in the end, you're voting for the party... did that not come into ANY consideration? Stephen Harper has been described as the Canadian George Bush. WHY IS THIS MAN BACK IN POWER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disgusted right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-2807284938717998803?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/2807284938717998803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=2807284938717998803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2807284938717998803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/2807284938717998803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-shocked.html' title='still shocked.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-5362342651123186370</id><published>2008-10-13T19:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:28:20.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I was little bit taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I was a baller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I had a [guy] who looked good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would call [him]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a '64 Impala'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also so behind in school work.&lt;br /&gt;eff me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-5362342651123186370?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/5362342651123186370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=5362342651123186370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5362342651123186370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5362342651123186370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish-i-was-little-bit-taller-i-wish-i.html' title='i wish'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-5651031499781759869</id><published>2008-10-10T07:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:50:53.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody's gonna cry tonight</title><content type='html'>I can't wait til next summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my aunt last night and things at her place are so great right now! Her kids are so smart and amazing, I can't wait to see them! But the main reason I can't wait to go is to see my best friend's mom. His mom is morbidly obese and she recently had surgery to have a band placed around her stomach, I can't think of the name right now but my aunt was telling me how a man in the waiting room yesterday had his band put on in July and had already lost 71 pounds! I can not wait for her to be healthy!! Of all the years I've known her, literally all 20 years of my life, she's always been obese and it's going to be so nice to see her healthy! She's one of the nicest women I've ever met, and has a hard life and she totally deserves this. My aunt put it perfectly when she said 'The surgery was expensive but if it's between a new car and your life, there's only one proper choice to make' and she's so right. I can't imagine the struggles and obstacles she goes through just doing everyday tasks carrying all that extra weight. I'm so ridiculously proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less happy note, I've got a STATS mid term in less than 2 hours, and I'm not sure how prepared I am. I've gone over the review questions, I've legitimately tried to study, but I can't seem to do it. Stats is just so boring, so tedious and I know it's something I'm not going to use in the real life after college that I'm so anti-work right now. Although really, I'm quite anti-all my classes right now. They all suck. I can't wait to graduate in June! It can't come fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I should go look over my notes a couple more times, even though it probably will not do much good, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;, B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-5651031499781759869?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/5651031499781759869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=5651031499781759869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5651031499781759869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5651031499781759869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/somebodys-gonna-cry-tonight.html' title='somebody&apos;s gonna cry tonight'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-361372553064968214</id><published>2008-10-07T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:20:14.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour class</title><content type='html'>This year of school is flying past so fast. I can not believe it's already the first week of October and next Monday is Thanksgiving. Everything is happening fast, and I feel like I'm not doing anything productive. I need a night where I just focus on school and get a least one of my papers done, and work on my HR project, and maybe do some more work on the business plan. And I definitely need to study for my entrepreneurship midterm on Thursday and FOR SURE study for my stats midterm on Friday .. considering I've done nothing in that class so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received an email from my Research &amp;amp; Writing instructor and it was really nice. She expressed her worry for me missing class, sleeping in class and being overall not focused or interested in being there. And I didn't lie, I told her I don't like it. I feel like I'm in this program for the wrong reason. It shouldn't be about pleasing my parents. It shouldn't be about 'having a back-up plan' as my mom calls it. I want to be in design school. I don't understand what is so hard for my parents to grasp about that. I think I'd do really well there considering it's what I'm interested in. I actually think I'm going to take up sewing and painting. I'm not challenged in my day-to-day life and really need something with some sort of substance to keep me sane while I live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love hanging out with my friends, it's just sometimes I feel the need to be creative, or do something other than sit around, tan, eat out or watch movies. It's never a dull time with them, I just keep feeling like I need something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-361372553064968214?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/361372553064968214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=361372553064968214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/361372553064968214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/361372553064968214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/bonjour-class.html' title='Bonjour class'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-7432753502477503465</id><published>2008-10-05T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:34:59.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when in rome?</title><content type='html'>Here I am, on the eve of my first mid-term of the year, Intro to Human Resources, and what am I doing? Not studying, that's for sure. What am I doing, you ask? Well, I'm watching 'When in Rome' with Mary-Kate &amp;amp; Ashley Olsen! I love their movies so much! They remind of my (clearly, quite gay) childhood and watching them at Alicia's! I figured I studied enough earlier and a quick little look over before I go to bed, and I'm praying I'll be all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm not, as long as I passed I'll be happier than an fat man at an all-you-can-eat buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-7432753502477503465?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/7432753502477503465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=7432753502477503465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7432753502477503465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7432753502477503465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-in-rome.html' title='when in rome?'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4015713021183911003</id><published>2008-10-04T14:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:07:29.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Readers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, this is just a little quickie update before I start getting ready for work, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;yay!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have readers!! I'm really excited actually! That must mean I'm interesting enough that people wanna know more. I was really contemplating giving this whole blogging thing up but I'm more encouraged to write more! Those two anonymous posters means that maybe there are others, who just didn't comment ... which makes me excited and scared. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get some more blogs up soon : )&lt;br /&gt;♥B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4015713021183911003?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4015713021183911003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4015713021183911003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4015713021183911003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4015713021183911003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/readers.html' title='Readers!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4882656092449872422</id><published>2008-10-03T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:02:57.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm..</title><content type='html'>I feel like I should be blogging about things.&lt;br /&gt;Not just 'school sucks' 'i hate this town' and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there's important issues to blog about and that my insight would/could be valuable .. even though no one reads this blog, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As a little side note, if you read this, could you leave a little anonymous comment letting me know, just so I know I'm not blogging for the little elves inside this shittastic laptop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what's in the news today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debates - Canadian: Okay, I watched about 10 minutes of it and the agression and childish feeling I got from the whole thing was unreal. They were arguing like children. And poor Mr. Harper was getting the shit end of the deal .. Which he should because he sucks as Prime Minister and we definitely need a change. I'll refrain from posting my political views in lue of avioding arugments ... just know that I'm very anti-conservative and will not be voting that way.&lt;br /&gt;- American: I didn't watch this debate but I follow twitter and read the news enough to know that Sarah Palin is a moron and should not be VP. And secondly, after reading the news about the views and opinions of John McCain, I truely believe that he should not be President. I really hope to God that he doesn't get elected into office. The US economy is already fucked because of Republicans. There needs to be a change everywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Global Warming - No one can tell me that global warming is not in effect, and that we should not be worried about it. This is such a big deal right now, I do not understand why more is not being done. There are websites after websites letting people know how they can make a difference and most of the time, it saves &lt;b&gt;us&lt;/b&gt; money! Why would you not want to take two seconds to unplug things when you're not using them? Your power bills will thank you, I promise! There are so many simple things you can do to help save more energy and therefore do your part in saving our planet. It's the only one we've got people, let's take care of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And I think that's all for today. I started thinking about talking about giving blood and how I'm unable to now, and a couple other things but I realized I would just be ranting and freaking out and just thinking about that right now is almost giving me an anxiety attack .. aka, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until next time ... leave me a comment if you read!&lt;br /&gt;♥B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4882656092449872422?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4882656092449872422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4882656092449872422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4882656092449872422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4882656092449872422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmm.html' title='hmmm..'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4982252271596402388</id><published>2008-10-01T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:47:59.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ik vond een familie!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said I wanted to au pair in Europe?!&lt;br /&gt;WELL!&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have found a family for July 2009! It's very early to tell but we've been emailing back and forth and I really hope this happens! The family seems very sweet with two young children and they're from the Netherlands! COULD YOU IMAGINE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, I really hope this au pair thing works out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4982252271596402388?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4982252271596402388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4982252271596402388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4982252271596402388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4982252271596402388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/10/ik-vond-een-familie.html' title='ik vond een familie!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-8508264177763403996</id><published>2008-09-28T01:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:01:00.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>standing in the sand.</title><content type='html'>This song reminds me of summer, obvi.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm sick as balls and not loving it, at all.&lt;br /&gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXPlhNIjq3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXPlhNIjq3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-8508264177763403996?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/8508264177763403996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=8508264177763403996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8508264177763403996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8508264177763403996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/09/standing-in-sand.html' title='standing in the sand.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-5355756632592966254</id><published>2008-09-18T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:48:56.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you're all i need</title><content type='html'>I miss my friends : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weeks like this that I really appreciate the friends I have here at home, and really miss the ones that don't live here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my girls live far away, like Katie who lives in Halifax and Lyndsay who lives in Vancouver! And it sucks that I didn't get to really see either of them this summer because of me living in Ontario. I'm going to try to go to Halifax to visit Katie, I've just been putting it off because I'm terrified of see Christopher and it being as awkward and weird as it was last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Lyndsay is another story, considering Vancouver is on the other side of the country : (. I really hope to maybe fly out there at the end of next summer for a week and fly to Europe from there. That's the plan at the moment, if plane tickets are not crazy expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my summer friends too : ( I can't wait to see them again next year, American Eagle was such an amazing experience and I loved working there and certainly miss working there, as well as the amazing employee discount, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just basically want to say to all my friends that &lt;b&gt;&lt;bigger&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/bigger&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-5355756632592966254?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/5355756632592966254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=5355756632592966254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5355756632592966254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/5355756632592966254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-all-i-need.html' title='you&apos;re all i need'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-456591735124155492</id><published>2008-09-17T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:47:08.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beep beep boop beep boop</title><content type='html'>Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;All this staying up late every night, working more than I have in 2 days than I did some weeks in the summer, is totally starting to catch up. I'm damn tired, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I've fallen asleep 3 times today in class. THREE TIMES! Lord, I'm a mess. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-456591735124155492?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/456591735124155492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=456591735124155492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/456591735124155492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/456591735124155492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/09/beep-beep-boop-beep-boop.html' title='beep beep boop beep boop'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-7325268823209663664</id><published>2008-09-16T08:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:38:31.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the grind-stone.</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;It's back to school time, and it's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wonderrffulllll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I decided to transfer to the college in my hometown. I had all the paperwork filed out last June, called this school multiple times to make sure I was registered for the Sales &amp;amp; Marketing course for September 2008 and guess what? Surprise, surprise, I get here and I'm not registered ... or on any files even though I had already paid for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt; and all other fees. OH, and to top it all off, they decided they weren't going to have the Sales &amp;amp; Marketing section this year. Thank-you very much for letting me know this in advance. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Douchebags&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stuck in courses I don't like, nor want to be in, completing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diploma&lt;/span&gt; that I also don't really want but am doing just to have 'something', living in a town I hate all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my friends &amp;amp; [sometimes] family, otherwise I doubt I would make it through the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-7325268823209663664?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/7325268823209663664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=7325268823209663664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7325268823209663664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7325268823209663664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-grind-stone.html' title='back to the grind-stone.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-8747058763297322214</id><published>2008-08-25T01:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:24:18.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>near to you</title><content type='html'>I've learned recently that he hooked up with someone, and not telling me. I'm not sure if he's doing it on purpose, but I'm not someone he can fuck when I'm around and other people when I'm not. I'm supposed to stay at his house when I leave Ontario in two days, and I really hope that nothing does happen between us, that I'll be strong and say no. We're just friends, and it's probably better for the both of us if we keep it that way. This way, I won't get hurt when it ends again, and he's free to do as he pleases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to a lot of 'A Fine Frenzy' lately and one song, Near to You, really hits me. I need to just completely and udderly move on. I still feel like I want to make it work, like I want things just to go back to the way they were before I left. And I don't believe that it's going to be a healthy way of thinking for me. I love him, but it needs to be as a friend only and I'm sure over time, it's going to get easier and easier. I also feel like going to Europe will really help clear my mind and perspective on the whole situation in knowing what I want for me and my future. Here are the lyrics to that song, and this is the link to her myspace, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/afinefrenzy"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/afinefrenzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I had something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But so dysfunctional, it couldn't last&lt;br /&gt;I loved him so but I let him go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I knew he'd never love me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such pain as this&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have to be experienced&lt;br /&gt;I'm still reeling from the loss,&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near to you, I am healing&lt;br /&gt;But it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;'Cause though he's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to move on&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have something different&lt;br /&gt;And I'm enjoying it cautiously&lt;br /&gt;I'm battle scarred, I am working oh so hard&lt;br /&gt;To get back to who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's disappearing&lt;br /&gt;Fading suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I'm so close to being yours&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near to you, I am healing&lt;br /&gt;But it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;'Cause though he's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to move on&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know that I am&lt;br /&gt;Better where you are&lt;br /&gt;I only know that I am&lt;br /&gt;Better where you are&lt;br /&gt;I only know that I belong&lt;br /&gt;Where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near to you, I am healing&lt;br /&gt;But it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;Though he's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near to you, I am healing&lt;br /&gt;But it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;'Cause though he's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to move on&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm better near to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-8747058763297322214?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/8747058763297322214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=8747058763297322214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8747058763297322214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8747058763297322214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/08/near-to-you.html' title='near to you'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-927084581086293431</id><published>2008-07-24T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:53:07.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollecting.</title><content type='html'>I've started thinking about my life and what I want to do with it and the people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt; matter. Over the last couple years since high school, I've lost and gained so many friends and the ones that have stuck around I know will be there for a good long time, and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gratiful&lt;/span&gt; to each and every one of them. Each of them has made an impact on my life, whether it'd be negative or positive but they have all shown me things and taught me things I wouldn't have found out about if situations were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What ifs' have been running through my mind for a couple days. What if I had went back to Memorial this past academic year? Would I still be friends with Jennifer? Would have I become close to Christopher? Would I be here, in Toronto, having the time of my life? And of course, all of those statement produce they're own set of 'what ifs' and it's just a vicious cycle from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to have made the right choices so far for me. Some of the choices sucked at the time, but when really thinking about them, I've come to conclude that I've done what's best for me, and in the end, I need to focus on me, my needs, my wants and my future. The supporting actors &amp;amp; actresses in my life are just as important in the play of my life but in the end, the focus is on the main character, me. I need to do what's right for me and just hope that everything turns out the way I hope it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-927084581086293431?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/927084581086293431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=927084581086293431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/927084581086293431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/927084581086293431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/07/recollecting.html' title='Recollecting.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-1275786220283137335</id><published>2008-07-13T18:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:10:00.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>So, when I left off last, I was still boo-hooing over him.&lt;br /&gt;And since then, I've finally found a job at American Eagle which I adore, working with people that are amazing and I'm so happy! Going to work is never boring and it's not something I dred doing which is always a plus. Also, I got 43 hours my first week so hellllo big paycheck! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the ROM yesterday which was so much fun! I love museums! I'm going to post a little video on youtube of some short clips I took of random things, and I'll post it up on here, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's nearly suppertime, and I should get up from my nap!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again soon, I hope everyone's doing well : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-1275786220283137335?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/1275786220283137335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=1275786220283137335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1275786220283137335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1275786220283137335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-648222863774938618</id><published>2008-07-05T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:25:39.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, You're a Dirty Whore.</title><content type='html'>Tonight is such an emo night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was going sooo good until I logged into facebook and saw pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;It made me miss him all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I was fine with sending messages back and forth, but see pictures of him on my news feed was a whole different story. I really thought that I would be fine but it turns out that I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for what we had to be finished.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-648222863774938618?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/648222863774938618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=648222863774938618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/648222863774938618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/648222863774938618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-youre-dirty-whore.html' title='Time, You&apos;re a Dirty Whore.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-8724158116024886492</id><published>2008-06-24T18:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:32:23.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No day but today.</title><content type='html'>So, it finally happened.&lt;br /&gt;I'm moved to Ontario &amp;amp; John and I broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm so excited to be here, my heart is broken knowing that I won't see him for two months, and that when I get back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maritimes&lt;/span&gt;, I won't have him as an emotional support. I know we're going to stay in touch and continue to be friends, but it's going to be hard going from what we have/had to being friends. I'm not sure how well that will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, more updating later, I've still got to unpack and do some laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-8724158116024886492?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/8724158116024886492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=8724158116024886492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8724158116024886492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8724158116024886492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-day-but-today.html' title='No day but today.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-361606911095798422</id><published>2008-06-18T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:05:49.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry, you're not alone.</title><content type='html'>Finally,&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my final night here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moncton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can not explain how happy I am to be finally leaving this place.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss some people, and I wish I had gotten closer to people sooner, but that's life and you work with what you're given. Overall, this year wasn't a complete waste. I had a huge falling out with  a (best) friend / roommate in the fall, only to have two awesome people move in to replace her. I met John, had an amazing time with him, and who knows what the future holds for us, but I'm gradually coming to accept that whatever happens, happens and I'm happy and blessed to have had him in my life. I've gotten close to a couple people here and I will be sad to leave them, but I'm sure I'll be back next year to party a bit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's onto Halifax tomorrow afternoon, maybe for the last time for a while. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not for 2 months, but after that, I'm not sure what's going to happen. I thought of all the things I was willing to do to make this work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;: work two maybe three jobs this summer, buy a car, etc just to be with him and I realized that realistically, I would be doing all those things for the wrong reasons. I should be thinking about me right now, my needs, and my goals and if that means not being in a relationship with someone I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; care deeply for, then I've got a tough decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, these next couple days will be absolutely amazing and wonderful and then Monday we can talk about what the future is. I'm hoping for the best but I think I've prepared myself as best as I can for the worst. It will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; be a sad goodbye, just hopefully not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-361606911095798422?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/361606911095798422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=361606911095798422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/361606911095798422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/361606911095798422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-worry-youre-not-alone.html' title='don&apos;t worry, you&apos;re not alone.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-8408406041856834210</id><published>2008-06-12T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:40:48.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, thank heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm FINALLY finished my Marketing class!!&lt;br /&gt;I can not even explain how happy I am that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put so much time &amp;amp; energy into this project and it pisses me off that people who put in 1/3 the effort I did will get the same mark, but at this point, I really don't care. I'm just pumped that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two exams tomorrow, Macroeconomics &amp;amp; Presentation Skills, and I'll be done school for the year. I can not wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-8408406041856834210?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/8408406041856834210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=8408406041856834210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8408406041856834210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/8408406041856834210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-489422933505934442</id><published>2008-06-09T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:11:29.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>I had a couple friends over for a 'farewell' bbq,&lt;br /&gt;and while it wasn't super amounts of fun,&lt;br /&gt;it was really great just to sit around with the girls and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to miss them a lot but the more I think about it, the more I'm realizing just how good this trip is going to be for me. It's like a vacation away from everyone around me and I'll be able to get some thinking done, and figure out what I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I want to travel and that I want to find someone who truly cares for me no matter what but I'm not sure if having both at the same time is really possible. I have him now, and he's absolutely amazing but I know I'm not strong enough to leave him for a year, if I do decide to go to Europe. And it's not that I don't think we could do it, it's just it would be a huge strain on any relationship, let alone one that started off as long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also starting to come to terms with this relationship ending. Well, I'm more or less bracing myself for what I'm sure will come in a 2 weeks before I leave. It's going to be really hard, but I've just got this gut feeling that he's going to end it. I'm going to be devastated, and so hurt but I do understand that I'm not the only person in this relationship and if one of us is hurting and unable to make it work, then it doesn't work at all and something needs to be done about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already picturing the scene in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'It's 9am and Bradley &amp;amp; John arrive at the bus station for the farwell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bradley: I'm really going to miss you, John. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John: I'm really going to miss you too, but I don't think this will work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bradley: I know, and we tried, but I want you to be happy, and if this is the only way, then I'm afraid this is where it ends for us, I'll always care for you, John. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bradley gets on the bus, takes one final look at John, and with a single tear rolling down his face, he walks the steps, takes his seat and readies himself for the longest 30min bus ride of his life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's going to be nothing like that, but I can always hope ... right? It's basically going to be me, bawling and him feeling horrible. But I don't blame him and I certainly don't want to hold him back. I care about him too much to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I should get back to packing,&lt;br /&gt;Night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-489422933505934442?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/489422933505934442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=489422933505934442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/489422933505934442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/489422933505934442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-9180698176949572190</id><published>2008-06-08T10:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:43:41.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh darling, don't leave me.</title><content type='html'>A friend and I saw Sex and the City last night. It was so good! I cried a lot, and laughed a lot and over all, I thought it was slow paced, and you could tell it took a lot of takes sometimes, but I still loved it. Now, this rumored sequel thing is stupid, and I really hope they don't go through with it. I mean, what's it going to be about? Carrie has a baby, Miranda and Steve renew their vows, Charlotte has another baby and Samantha has lots of sex? Like please, unless one of them dies, I won't be watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the scene with Carrie and Big laying in bed, reading that love letter book, that one by Beethoven really stuck out in my mind. I would love for someone to write me a love letter. Omg. And then when Big wrote them out to her in emails, BAWLED. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's Beethoven's love letter. It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:papyrus,verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  Letter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Good morning, on July 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   I can live only wholly with you or not at all -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   Yes, unhappily it must be so -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   And yet my life in V is now a wretched life -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    ever thine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   ever mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   ever ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:papyrus,verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:papyrus,verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:papyrus,verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:papyrus,verdana,helvetica,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7997938348054123359-9180698176949572190?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/9180698176949572190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=9180698176949572190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/9180698176949572190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/9180698176949572190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/06/friend-and-i-saw-sex-and-city-last.html' title='Oh darling, don&apos;t leave me.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-1423454236915780709</id><published>2008-06-05T08:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:54:25.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>better in time</title><content type='html'>Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally did our presentation on Global Warming this morning!&lt;br /&gt;It went much more smoothly then I could have hoped, even though we were a couple minutes short on time. All of our content definitely made up for that though. School is still such a drag. I can't get motivated to finish my computer course and my marketing course is so annoying and boring now that I just can not WAIT until next Friday when I'm finally finished this year. I know next year will be harder, but I'm hoping that the new school, and living at home will make a difference in my motivation. But then again, I will be living at home, and it's going to be very hard for me to not to kill people, ahaha. I hate the town I'm from. But it's just one more year. This time next year I'll either be back in Toronto or off to Europe. I've decided it's probably best to stop thinking too far into the further with John and I. It's going to be hard enough if it ends, so it's probably best to just live in the now and see how things from there. It's best not to get too carried away. I don't want to look like a freak when it ends, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Danielle is coming over for lunch so I'm going to cut this short! I'll write again soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-1423454236915780709?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/1423454236915780709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=1423454236915780709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1423454236915780709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1423454236915780709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-in-time.html' title='better in time'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-6170902012021003005</id><published>2008-06-04T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:06:43.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>please.</title><content type='html'>Please,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than I thought I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-6170902012021003005?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/6170902012021003005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=6170902012021003005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6170902012021003005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/6170902012021003005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/06/please.html' title='please.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-652048940141938744</id><published>2008-06-03T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:49:47.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nate, I'm not a chance, I'm a person."</title><content type='html'>I've recently gotten into watching Six Feet Under and here I am half way through season 2 and in nearly every episode, Nate has me wondering how people would react if I were to tell them I was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would rush to be by my side?&lt;br /&gt;Who would be terrified and run away?&lt;br /&gt;Who would be there when I cried?&lt;br /&gt;Who would need me to be there when they cried?&lt;br /&gt;Who would miss me?&lt;br /&gt;Who would be unable to live without me?&lt;br /&gt;Who would be there to comfort me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-652048940141938744?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/652048940141938744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=652048940141938744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/652048940141938744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/652048940141938744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/06/nate-im-not-chance-im-person.html' title='&quot;Nate, I&apos;m not a chance, I&apos;m a person.&quot;'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-1774859966811931032</id><published>2008-06-01T23:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:30:10.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halifax'/><title type='text'>love is a place</title><content type='html'>Oh, le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing weekend in Halifax with him. We didn't get much alone time, but honestly, it really didn't matter. I find myself falling harder and harder every time I see him and that makes me so scared for the upcoming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I go to Halifax will be the last time for two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I go to Halifax could me the last for me and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish the circumstances were different. I really wish I could force him to believe in us like I do. I know he deeply cares about me. He knows I deeply care about him. I wish I could help him see that long(er) distance won't be that bad for only two months and just because I'm moving home in September doesn't mean it's not doable. I just really do not want this to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things never do go the way you wish they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sad as I am about leaving, I'm actually kind of excited just to get the fuck away. I'm considering not going on MSN or facebook for a while while I'm there, just to get away from all the white noise and mess that seems to be happening. I need to lose myself in a new place with new people. Fuck, I don't even care about new people, I just need a change of pace in my life. A job, money coming in, freedom, the sun. Oh, how I want the sun. I'm sick of the rain, the cloudy days, the gloomy days when all you want to do is lay around and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Europe when I'm finished school is going to be the best thing for me, I think. I just really hope I do end up going through with it. I think I would be an excellent 'Au-Pair' for any wonderful family. I want to feel like I'm needed and make a difference in people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm much too depressing for blog-writing, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Another week of school and it's home for a couple days!&lt;br /&gt;Woot, to having my dad's car this week though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-1774859966811931032?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/1774859966811931032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=1774859966811931032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1774859966811931032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/1774859966811931032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-is-place.html' title='love is a place'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-7757034260421347755</id><published>2008-05-29T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:23:34.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halifax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six feet under'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael cunningham'/><title type='text'>I'll be the one to keep you one-disaster-less.</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Halifax tomorrow : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've probably gone to Halifax more weekends than I've actually stayed here but other than my roommates, I've got no one really here ... so when I go to Halifax, not only do I have John*, but also all of his friends, who I absolutely love!! They are so fun to be around and we always have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to spending time with John*, as I really want to make these last few weeks before I leave really count. All I can do is hope of the best, and deal with the situation when it comes. It all comes down to whether or not we can do the distance thing, especially with me moving back home in September, making it an 1.5hours away from him, bringing the grand total up to 4hours, which is quite the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's see what else I can talk about beside him, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Hours'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Cunningham&lt;/span&gt;. I'm only a couple pages in but I can tell that I'm really going to like it. I really enjoy his style of writing and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'A Home at the End of the World'&lt;/span&gt;! I have yet to watch the movies for both those novels, but I'm afraid that seeing them on film may ruin them for me as in general movie adaptation of books rarely co-exist nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching the second season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/span&gt;. This series is so amazing!! It's witty, and cleaver but serious and demands the watcher to dig deeper into the meanings of the storyline. I'm in love with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lauren Ambrose&lt;/span&gt;'s character, Claire. She's got that teenager attitude but I feel like she's quite mature for her age, and I'm sure part of that has to do with growing up with death being all around her. She's the rebellious one of the family, and I definitely relate to that, being the black sheep of my family as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was the one who crashed the car, got the piercings, got caught with alcohol, drugs and pornography ... all before the age of 17, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that when I start writing these blogs, that I actually have more to say then I thought. I feels better getting some of these thoughts out of my head, and onto/into a place where they're easier visualized and understood. All the mumbo-jumbo in my brain doesn't really make sense, but writing them out almost forces me to truely think about the situations and reflect on what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again on Sunday night or Monday, whenever I can find the time, really. I hope everyone has an amazing weekend,  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-7757034260421347755?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/7757034260421347755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=7757034260421347755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7757034260421347755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/7757034260421347755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/05/ill-be-one-to-keep-you-one-disaster.html' title='I&apos;ll be the one to keep you one-disaster-less.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-193611153667351690</id><published>2008-05-28T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:31:05.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll come back when you call me.</title><content type='html'>Things in my life never go as smoothly as I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September, I decided to move to a new city, and take a Business Administration program through a local community college. I told myself that this town was temporary and that meant that I was planning not to meeting someone and become attached and that I was going to focus on school, for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in November, I meet John*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my best friend, Kathleen*'s, roommate and as soon as I started talking with him online, I felt this weird connection. We just clicked, really well. We talked non-stop for a month and then finally met in person. The connection and chemistry was there and I wanted it to happen so bad, but he lives 2.5 hours away. So over Christmas break, my aunt offered me the chance to come live with her in Pickering, Ontario (45 minutes from Toronto) and I jumped at the chance to get out of the Maritimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Five months later, John and I are still seeing one another every other weekend and I really do not want things to end. I'm so confused about what I want and what he wants and the more I want things to work out, the more I see that the odds are against us. He doesn't like the distance thing already but add in a couple more hours and however many miles and it's just that much worse. If it were 100% up to me, I would keep things going, but if he's just not in it with me, then there's no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so amazing though. I think that's what makes this so hard. When I'm with him, I feel like I'm a better person. I know this sounds stupid for only knowing him like for like six months, but I can't help it. He's smart, funny, kind, generous, the list really goes on and on. And I know it's stupid for me to say that I'll never find someone who makes me feel the way that he makes me feel, because I'm only 20 but what if I kind of don't want to find someone else? If I didn't sound like a love-struck cheerleader falling for the captain of the football team back in the 50's then I don't know what it was. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just wish I could see into the future, just a couple of months .. just to see what happens, so I know enough to prepare myself for the heartache that seems inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Names are changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-193611153667351690?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/193611153667351690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=193611153667351690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/193611153667351690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/193611153667351690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-28th-2008.html' title='I&apos;ll come back when you call me.'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997938348054123359.post-4895221544688135294</id><published>2008-05-28T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:04:02.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing New Life</title><content type='html'>So, Everytime I start a blog, I never stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;And I mean never. I've have countless blogs all over the blogosphere, none of which have lasted longer than a year. Mostly because I don't get any feedback, and don't know if anyone reads or cares about what I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I kind of think I'd like to just write/blog for me. Yes, If you're reading this, thank you and I appreciate your feedback!!, but this blog is mine, and I should write because I want to, not because I want someone to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm hereby stating that I'm going to try to keep this blog alive. To blog about my life, the things &amp;amp; people involved and all the going-ons of my life. Names will be changed, just to protect the innocent parties, unless of course I get their permission but the places will all be real. The name changing thing is also to kind of protect myself, as of course I won't know who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm starting to ramble, and I've got to finish some things for my Marketing class.&lt;br /&gt;If there's anyone reading this right now, thank you and keep reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7997938348054123359-4895221544688135294?l=bradjmh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/feeds/4895221544688135294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7997938348054123359&amp;postID=4895221544688135294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4895221544688135294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997938348054123359/posts/default/4895221544688135294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradjmh.blogspot.com/2008/05/breathing-new-life.html' title='Breathing New Life'/><author><name>bradjmh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16959027490919219137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0QKP6wzoqWs/SDMQ03-UzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CysQujMjty8/S220/Photo+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
