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	<title>Nessalh's Journals</title>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>YAY NEW YORK</title>
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	    <issued>2009-12-16T14:37:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-12-16T14:37:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-12-16T14:37:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">I've gone 29 years of life without ever really having gone to New York City. &nbsp;So, I'm going&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I've gone 29 years of life without ever really having gone to New York City.  So, I'm going on Friday.  Mostly to stalk Mark, but whatev...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;WHO WANTS TO HANG OUT?&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Stolen Questions</title>
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	    <issued>2009-09-30T14:31:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-09-30T14:31:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-09-30T14:31:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p>I stole these from newageamazon who stole them from elrich who stole them from some other person....ANSWER THEM OR DIE</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>1.&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;I stole these from newageamazon who stole them from elrich who stole them from some other person....ANSWER THEM OR DIE&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;1. Why did you first add me as a friend?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;2. What were your first thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;3. What do you think now?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;4. What is your favorite picture I've taken or blog I've written?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;5. How would you describe me or what I post?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;6. What reminds you of me?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;7. If we were able to magically teleport to magical places together, what do you think would be awesome to do?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;8. Maybe we could attempt to make an ice sculpture? What do you think we would make?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;9. Do you believe in magic?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;10. Are you happy we're friends?&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>OMGZ U GUISE! U WILL NEVER BELIEVE IT!!!!!1!!!!ONE!!!!!!</title>
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	    <issued>2009-07-11T14:03:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-07-11T14:03:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-07-11T14:03:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p>So, I didn't want to let this information out, but I can't hold it back any longer. &nbsp;My friend knows&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;So, I didn't want to let this information out, but I can't hold it back any longer.  My friend knows a guy who knows a guy who used to get his hair done by a woman who had a daughter who was friends with another guy who bought his car from an old lady who had a grandson who HAD THE SAME DRUG DEALER AS RYAN ROSS!  And my friend heard from her friend who heard from that guy who heard from his hair dresser who heard from her daughter who heard from her friend who heard from the guy he bought his car from who heard from the old lady's grandson that YES RYAN ROSS IS ON COKE!!!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I mean, if that's not enough proof for you...I don't know what is.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(On a serious note, who the fuck cares if Ryan Ross does drugs.  I mean, this is the guy who wrote &quot;Tried to save the calender business,&quot; so...if you didn't already know he was on drugs, you're an idiot)&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Best. Story. Ever</title>
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	    <issued>2009-06-23T14:38:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-06-23T14:38:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-06-23T14:38:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p>I called out of work on Saturday, as sometimes people do. &nbsp;It was innocent. &nbsp;I wasn't feeling well enough to&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;I called out of work on Saturday, as sometimes people do.  It was innocent.  I wasn't feeling well enough to go to work, so I didn't.  Because my boss is, apparently, more comfortable dealing with text messages, I wrote him a quick one telling him I was sick, and wouldn't be in.   On Sunday, he claimed to have not gotten it and warned me that if I called out again, he would have to terminate me.  In my head, I called him a douche bag and went on with my day.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Today, I went to work and was pulled aside by Broseph McDouchebag (which is what I've started calling him) and was told that he felt he could no longer trust me and that I was only a mediocre employee.  Apparently, I've been late to work twice (GASP, OH NO, HOW COULD I and called out twice.)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Let me stop here and give you a little background on Broseph McDouchebag.  He is literally never at work.  By this, I mean that he'll show up for maybe an hour and then take off for four, claiming to have work to do for his business.  Which is a Speed Dating company.  Where he asks his female friends to attend, in exchange for free alcohol, and converse with these poor, lonely, unsuspecting men.  Classy, right?  Once, he was late to work because he had just gotten back from a night of drinking in Atlantic City and was too drunk or hungover to get out of bed to come to work and give us the equipment on time.  Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to today.  I'm fired for being &quot;untrustworthy.&quot;   I flip out, call him on his bullshit and tell him that they don't pay me enough to care about being fired.  I tell him he's a shitty manager and irresponsible and I take my leave.  I wish I had a unicorn that I could have ridden off into the sunset.  But, it was 10 o'clock in the morning and there was no sunset.  And, I didn't have a unicorn.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Skip to 8 hours later when I get a call from a girl who is also a photographer at the exhibition.  She says, and I will quote her word for word here:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&quot;Come to work at 9:30 tomorrow. Broseph McDouchebag was aprehended for stealing a TV from the museum and is now in jail.  You have your job back.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Let me repeat that.  The man who called me untrustworthy was arrested.  For stealing a TV.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Karma.  Gotta love it.&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Christmas In May</title>
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	    <issued>2009-05-07T07:12:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-05-07T07:12:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-05-07T07:12:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p>So, as you all may know, I went to Pittsburgh to visit family and friends for a week. When I&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;So, as you all may know, I went to Pittsburgh to visit family and friends for a week. When I got back, I had a package waiting for me.  And one from Cephaullus too.  LET'S SEE WHAT WAS IN IT!!!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/4/2/1/orig-7855421.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This awesome holographic Spiderman picture, which will be hung above our bed. :)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/4/3/1/orig-7855431.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Curious George ice pack, that Jayv can use to nurse his bruises when I'm mad at him.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/4/4/1/orig-7855441.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy O Boy, do I love me some Naked Nuts&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/4/9/1/orig-7855491.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SPIDERMAN STICKERS!!!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/5/5/1/orig-7855551.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better believe that I will be chasing Jayv around the house and shooting him with this awesome Pirate Ball shooter.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/5/7/1/orig-7855571.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture sucks. Fucking aweome Fiber Optic Night Light will be used in our hallway.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/5/8/1/orig-7855581.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they fit, I will wear the hell out of these because I love flip flops.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/6/0/1/orig-7855601.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet hat with skulls and crossbones on it. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Please ignore my face, thank you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/6/3/1/orig-7855631.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite, because CUTE MONKEY ON A BAG!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/8/5/5/6/5/1/orig-7855651.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if Jay ever bought me flowers, I would put them in this vase.  But, he hasn't so I won't.  It's a cool vase though.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Thank you SO much, Cephullus.  It was amazing!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I will be sending my gift out shortly.&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>The Strangest Dream Ever</title>
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	    <issued>2009-04-18T05:40:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-04-18T05:40:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-04-18T05:40:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p>I wanted to hurry up and jot this down before I forgot it, because it was so strange.&nbsp; Several people&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;I wanted to hurry up and jot this down before I forgot it, because it was so strange.  Several people from Buzznet made appearances. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It all started with &lt;a href=&quot;jayv.buzznet.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Jay&lt;/a&gt; and I going to some kind of resort, and I was walking around taking pictures of the amazing swimming pool, where people appeared to be walking on the water.  But, when I tried I fell in.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then it jumped to the night and some seedy apartment building in the bad part of whatever town I was in, and I had lost my camera.  So the maintenence man, who was the guy from You Can't Do That On Television, let me into the apartment building.  Where I found &lt;a href=&quot;shazzib.buzznet.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Shazzib's&lt;/a&gt; apartment, which was filled with memebers of my family.  Apparently she had organized some kind of family reunion, but with someone else's family.  I wanted to take pictures of the event, of course, so the hunt for my camera continued.  As I was going up the stairs to search on the 2nd floor,  my aunt and her 5 kids (who I haven't seen in 9 years) walked past me and I heard my aunt call me by my childhood nickname.  When I turned around, I was looking at a woman with ashy pale skin and enormous bags under her eyes.  But it was my aunt and she hugged me and said &quot;I thought that was you!&quot; and I got mad at her because she didn't recognize me after only 9 years when I clearly look exactly the same.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, I go into the living room where Shazz is sitting with my Uncle and my dad, who isn't played by my dad in my dream. He's played by &lt;a href=&quot;http://boz48730.buzznet.com/user/main/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Boz&lt;/a&gt;.  And I see my grandparents, who are both deceased, sitting in the corner.  My pap's arm was wrapped around my grandma and they were posing and smiling.  So I went over to take their photo, but then they changed into an episode of Spongebob Squarepants.  I started to cry and went to sit beside Shazz, and she started calling me a baby and telling me to Man Up.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It gets a little fuzzy here, but at this point I think I decided that I had left the camera at home (even though I had just used it) so I went outside to get in my car, but I had lost my keys.  So, I had to go back in.  Only this time, I was in &lt;a href=&quot;darkxhuntress.buzznet.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Barb's&lt;/a&gt; apartment and she was sitting in a chairs shouting out Twitter updates. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And then I think something dealing with Professor McGonagall from Harry Potter happened, and then I woke up.   The End&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYFRIEND. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>10 Things About Me</title>
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	    <issued>2009-03-16T07:11:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-03-16T07:11:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-03-16T07:11:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[I was tagged. Twice.&nbsp; I just want to preface this by saying I hate doing these tag journals, but because&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[I was tagged. Twice.  I just want to preface this by saying I hate doing these tag journals, but because my boyfriend is home sick from work, he is watching James Bond.  That means I can't watch Step-Brothers. Again. So, what the hell. Here goes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, because I'm &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; bored, I am stealing &lt;a href=&quot;http://starlorsummers.buzznet.com&quot;&gt;Starlorsummers&lt;/a&gt;' idea and putting pictures in with this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;10 Things About ME!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. I'm completely, 100% fucking awesome. But you already knew that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/7/3/7/8/7/8/1/orig-7378781.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2.&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I have an addiction to coffee.  I once drank two pots of coffee in a day. That's...20 cups? I don't think I slept for a week.  I am completely useless in the morning until I have at least 2 cups of coffee. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/CLASS/186-019%7ECoffee-Posters.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. I'm afraid of calling people on the phone.  Seriously.  Once, I was supposed to call Boyfriend's father to ask for a ride somewhere, and I started to shake and felt like I couldn't breath.  It's a huge inconvenience, really.  So far, I've gotten along pretty good so far just using text messaging, but one day...I imagine this is a fear I'll have to get over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v53/jackhunter64/tonyharrisonlol.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;(This has nothing to do with telephones, really, it's just weird)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. I worked at Walmart for over a year and didn't kill &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;anybody&lt;/span&gt;! I deserve a reward!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.jokeemail.com/pictures/walmart.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5.  My very first concert was Matchbox 20.  I only went to see Soul Asylum open for them&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. I'm bored with looking up pictures.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. I just moved across the state to be with the man I love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. I met the man I love on Buzznet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. I am hungry and will probably get something to eat when I'm done with this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. I'm going back to school in the Summer to study photography.  I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, ugh. I tag: jayv, gwenartax, newageamazon, angelcrossmarie, crash13 and xblanksface&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(most of them won't even do this)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>2008 In Review</title>
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	    <issued>2008-12-29T06:27:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-12-29T06:27:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-12-29T06:27:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[Let's see if I can recall the highlights of my year....<br /> <br /> <br /> 1.I managed to stay&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[Let's see if I can recall the highlights of my year....&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  1.I managed to stay at the same job for the entire year, which is pretty awesome.  Too bad that job is Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  2. I went to Philadelphia four times&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  3. I met the following Buzznet people:  &lt;a href=&quot;http://helen099.buzznet.com/user&quot;&gt;Helen099&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;tryingtofindthewords.buzznet.com/user&quot;&gt;Savannah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://manderzz.buzznet.com/user&quot;&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;newageamazon.buzznet.com/user&quot;&gt;Ashly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;gwenartax.buzznet.com/user&quot;&gt;Gwen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;crash13.buzznet.com/user&quot;&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;jayv.buzznet.com/user&quot;&gt;JayV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  4. I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  5. I saw Cobra Starship three times&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  6. I also went to Bamboozle (where I met Savannah) and saw All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  7. I developed an embarrassing addiction to Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  8. I rediscovered a buried love for Photography&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  9. My nephew was born&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  10. I got to go to Salem Mass, somewhere I've been wanting to visit since I was 14 years old&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  11. I flew for the first time in 28 years, and didn't freak out about it&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  12. I became an OG and a Featured Member on Buzznet....&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I'm sure there is a lot more that I did during '08, but my coffee cup is empty and my bladder is full.&lt;br /&gt;  2009 will be so much better.  Just you wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Happy New Years everyone!]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>So Yeah. Here's The Deal</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nessalh.buzznet.com/user/journal/3490241/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:3490241</id>
	    <issued>2008-12-10T20:46:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-12-10T20:46:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-12-10T20:46:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[My old user name? Hated it.&nbsp; Needed a new one.&nbsp; Got a new one.<br>The End.<br>]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[My old user name? Hated it.  Needed a new one.  Got a new one.&lt;br&gt;The End.&lt;br&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>from the blackberry</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nessalh.buzznet.com/user/journal/3460521/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:3460521</id>
	    <issued>2008-12-03T20:56:44Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-12-03T20:56:44Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-12-03T20:56:44Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[I am on the bus and it smells like dirty feet. I don't like feet, especially dirty ones.
That's all, really.
Peace.]]></summary>
	    <author><name>nessalh</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[I am on the bus and it smells like dirty feet. I don't like feet, especially dirty ones.



That's all, really.



Peace.]]></content>
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