<?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-5680695540513177542</id><updated>2011-09-30T07:04:33.965-07:00</updated><category term='90&apos;s ladies'/><category term='computer problems'/><category term='answer is yes'/><category term='teen stars'/><category term='tears of joy'/><category term='pie vs. cake'/><category term='tragic beauty rituals'/><category term='Charlie Brown'/><category term='hidden candy bars'/><category term='help me i&apos;m dying'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='boys'/><category term='90&apos;s'/><category term='do i like the 80s/90s?'/><category term='Andrea Zuckerman is 30'/><category term='Brenda is a whore 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term='my new obsession'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='Teen Spirit'/><category term='teen books'/><category term='Jason Marsden'/><category term='Kelly is a whore'/><category term='90&apos;s rule'/><category term='Bonne Bell'/><category term='Willa&apos;s Wild Life'/><category term='Nicholas Cage'/><category term='teen idols'/><category term='coffee spillage'/><category term='Morrissey'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='andrew keegan'/><category term='hilarious family'/><category term='finals'/><category term='leonardo dicaprio'/><category term='abc movies'/><title type='text'>I Want Your Sass</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-8534654363670379292</id><published>2011-05-05T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:40:27.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do i like the 80s/90s?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abc movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer is yes'/><title type='text'>New Post: ABC Movie rolecall</title><content type='html'>Hello blogosphere. I'm not dead. Although winter quarter of college definitely tried to murder me, I managed to survive. I thought this blog was a goner; however, inspired by some fellow bloggers, I've decided to post my ABCs of favorite movies. &lt;br /&gt;(this is what one does when one has the day off and is fighting off a cold, but still has to go to school tonight and is trying to summon up the strength. Also googling pictures makes me feel better.) &lt;br /&gt;Here we go. The movies that I could watch a billion times over and over. Note that these are not picked based on merit, just truly movies that I love, love, love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know this was a TV movie, and I debated whether to include &lt;i&gt;Annie&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adventures in Babysitting&lt;/span&gt; instead, but I'm sorry. Anne with an E gets me every time) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://metropolitanmama.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/1087030169_ad2ec7c3b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7q6IqL1roMg/TVqPuB_W_0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/RNMBw2kYQF8/s1600/the+breakfast+club.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Craft&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C was a toughie. There's &lt;I&gt;Clueless, Can't Buy Me Love, The Cutting Edge, Camp Nowhere&lt;/i&gt;, but teen witches always win in my book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3389170243_d03e3a4f17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.filmjunk.com/images/weblog/2010/06/donttellmomremake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Encino Man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Encino-Man-encino-man-837040_505_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Faculty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Truly one of my favorite 90s horror/sci fi films. Underrated I think) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dancaster.com/ejw/faculty027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goonies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goonies never say die!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.qwipster.net/goonies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heathers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love me some &lt;i&gt;Home Alone&lt;/i&gt; &amp; &lt;i&gt;Hocus Pocus&lt;/i&gt; but neither could TRULY compete with &lt;i&gt;Heathers&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mamapop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Winona-Ryder-Christian-Slater-Heathers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fanboyz.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/its-the-great-pumpkin-charlie-brown-youre-not-elected-charlie-brown-20061101033907171-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jawbreaker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh6xhplw7n1qbhxi4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.candistar.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/karate-kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A League of Their Own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.bleacherreport.net/images_root/slideshows/439/slideshow_43988/display_image.jpg?x=726058"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for now folks. Is it obvious that I f'ing adore 80s &amp; 90s movies? Am I living in a perpetual state of childlike nostalgia? Do you think I'll actually manage to do M-Z? Keep those fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-8534654363670379292?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/8534654363670379292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=8534654363670379292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/8534654363670379292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/8534654363670379292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-post-abc-rolecall.html' title='New Post: ABC Movie rolecall'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7q6IqL1roMg/TVqPuB_W_0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/RNMBw2kYQF8/s72-c/the+breakfast+club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-3678296313100855691</id><published>2010-10-28T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:55:43.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Marsden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen idols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s rule'/><title type='text'>What the crap happened to Jason Marsden?</title><content type='html'>Random thought; yes. But seriously guys, whatever happened to Jason Marsden? Not to be confused to with James Marsden (27 Dresses) or James Marsters (Spike from Buffy).  I'm talking about Jason motherfracking Marsden:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nndb.com/people/130/000100827/jason-marsden-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that picture was too goofy too pass up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason first came to my attention as Dash X in the awesome, sort of cult-y, X-files for the tween set show &lt;i&gt;Eerie Indiana&lt;/i&gt;. He went on to play small parts in a barrage of hit tv shows in the 90's: &lt;i&gt;Baywatch, Blossom, Secret World of Alex Mac, Full House, Boy Meets World, Step By Step&lt;/i&gt; (remember when he hooked up with Dana?) etc. A pretty stellar list right? Not only that, he voiced the cat (Thackery) Binx in the best Disney Halloween movie EVER, &lt;i&gt;Hocus Pocus&lt;/i&gt;. ::squeal::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mdeveiteo.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/hocus_pocus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling nostalgic for 'ol Jason, and was wondering what had become of him. Apparently raking in a shit ton of dough doing voices for cartoons. I guess that's what happens when you age past the "look" of 15, and are still 5'1". His voice actor resume is too impressive and lengthy to list, but if you're curious, check out his IMDB page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.findyourfav.com/Downloads/jasonmarsdenauto.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy crap! He's turned into Faraday from &lt;i&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;(Can I swoon for Jeremy Davies just a little?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-3678296313100855691?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/3678296313100855691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=3678296313100855691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3678296313100855691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3678296313100855691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/10/whatever-happened-to-jason-marsden.html' title='What the crap happened to Jason Marsden?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-7346654321486272545</id><published>2010-09-29T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:16:47.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh no they didnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan murphy STOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Things that need to change about Glee before the whole show capsizes</title><content type='html'>Ok. I AM A GLEEK. I frigging love the crap out of the show &lt;i&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt;.  I download songs before the episode is out, I have frantic text sessions with my little sister while watching episodes, I nerd out on message boards (well sometimes) about the outcomes of my favorite characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Glee is seriously starting to piss me off. I feel like they are taking a great show, and completely ruining it. Here's a few helpful hints to help Ryan Murphy and Co not destroy the show I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Britney-Spears-Glee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Enough with the artist themed episodes. Last night's Britney Spear's extravaganza was a great example of this. No real plot development. Sometimes tacky song arrangements. Scene for scene video re-enactments. This equals snooze fest.  I'm not saying there wasn't enjoyable aspects of the episode (Seeing Heather Morris finally sing/dance the hell out of some songs, a Glee-ified version of "Toxic" that didn't suck, Sue's zing about wearing more vests than the cast of Blossom, John Stamos!!!), but you can't just throw four Britney hallucinations and a little Rachel/Finn drama in there and call it a day. I keep hearing talks of a Michael Jackson episode, a Bruce Springsteen episode, another Britney episode. NO. Please. Just put a stop to it. Incorporate these artists songs into different episodes, but please stop the focus. You nailed it with Madonna. Leave it at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dynimg.rte.ie/0002c8b3-314.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Enough with the guest stars. Now wait a minute. I'm not calling off an end to ALL guest stars. Kristin Chenoweth was perfection (I wish she a regular cast member), Neil Patrick Harris...well probably didn't deserve that Emmy but was good, Idina Menzel was grossly underused and you all know how I feel about The Groff, swoon. (I'm still pissed at the way they didn't resolve that whole plot line...argg). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm hearing talks of Gwyneth Paltrow guesting. Barf. Jennifer Lopez has been rumored for quite some time. Barf. Susan Boyle. Ughh, barf. Justin Timberlake &amp; Javier Bardem...well, swoon, but still, barf. &lt;br /&gt;(I'm exempting John Stamos from this bashing because he kind of charmed my panties off last night. I also feel like he's B/C list enough to take a guesting role on Glee to really boost his career, instead of it being some celebrity cameo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So you know, give the damn cast that was part of the pilot a freaking chance to sing!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more Kurt solos, more Mercedes solos, more Tina solos, more Quinn solos dammit! I want to see Mike Chang do more than dance and show off his abs. I want to explore what all their family life is like, since we've only been introduced to Quinn/Finn/Kurt's parents. Give this cast something to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Third_Party_Photo/2006/05/23/1148357596_6884.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5. If you kill off Mike O'Malley, I will stop watching the show. There I said it. I DARE YOU RYAN MURPHY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100828212731/glee/images/thumb/8/88/RachelSeason2.jpg/250px-RachelSeason2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relating to 2, I'm going to say  less Rachel solos.  I have a hard time admitting this, since I'm a fan. I adored Lea in Spring Awakening. She kind of rocked my socks off in the first few episodes. But now? It's like a screeching cat. Who sings ALL. THE. TIME. I'm tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mac.softpedia.com/screenshots/Auto-Tune-EFX_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5. (see above) Lay off the auto tune. These kids can sing. Stop trying to make them sound like robots. Let their damn natural talent shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thatshoweseesit.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/rachel-berry-glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Back to Rachel....why are they trying to destroy this character? The writers have done everything in their power to make her the most annoying, whiny, clingy, obsessive, mean spirited, bitch on the show. Remember when the show started and she was an uber geek, who was aggressive and perhaps misguided in her need to be popular/famous, but who still had a heart? She was endearing in her nerdiness and you rooted for you her because you wanted her to succeed. I also miss the "home schooled" outfits. You can advance a characters growth without totally destroying how they began. (See: Willow - Buffy the Vampire Slayer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3391.voxcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Glee-Sue-01-2010-02-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Don't overdo Sue. You've got to ride that fine line. She's become the breakout star, the Emmy winner, but you gotta reign it in. Too much of a good thing is not  that good. (also: Brittney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/37478803/Glee+Cast+PNG.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't believe your own hype. Stop listening to Sony, and Fox and the media and anyone else whose trying to shove some agenda down your throat. Be the show that had a great first 13 episodes and a pretty decent back 9. Be funny and clever and snarky but still find the heart in all the subjects you mock. Spread out the song choices, let the cast shine. You've got a gem on your hands, and all it takes is one awful season for it all to go in the can. Good luck. I have (sort of) faith in you. Even after hearing that next weeks episode is called Grilled Cheezus.  :: eye roll::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-7346654321486272545?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/7346654321486272545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=7346654321486272545&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/7346654321486272545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/7346654321486272545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-that-need-to-change-about-glee.html' title='Things that need to change about Glee before the whole show capsizes'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-6651754389891505517</id><published>2010-07-13T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:44:52.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexist teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More Bev Hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hook ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrea Zuckerman is 30'/><title type='text'>More Beverly Hills...creepy sexist rapist teacher</title><content type='html'>School has started again and everyone's excited, except Dylan. Duh, he's juggling 2 girls now who happen to be best friends. Not smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/davidnikkilp.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have gone David's route and hooked up with some chick who's not from your town. Except, uh oh...she's transferred here. Good lord, I could see that coming a mile away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/davidnosex.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David realizing he's never going to have sex with Donna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/andreatooold.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea is really excited to be a senior (for like the 6th year in a row) and can't wait to introduce Brandon to their new faculty advisor for The Blaze. Even Jason Priestly, who's at least 23-24 isn't buying Gabrielle as a 17 year old. Look at his face. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/girlfromthenanny.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda, Steve and Donna agree to be senior "buddies" to some incoming freshman/transfers. Look, it's the girl from The Nanny and Beethoven! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/girlfromthennnywhoreish.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently she's really into the 70's fashion revival that hit us all in 1990. Plus, she's totally pulling a Stephanie K. from Degrassi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/shannonohfuck.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon is shocked. "I didn't get the memo to wear a cute (ugly) vest, instead I wore all black! It's New York cool right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/dylanheywhatsupkel.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Dylan have Spanish together. If I could speak espanol I would write something sort of sexy, ooh la la here. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/heyguyslovespanish.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, Brenda is in the class too. Look at how evil she is. I totally wanted her bangs in 7th grade though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/imscrewed.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan knows he's in hot shit. It's only a matter of time before this all hits the fan. You're still adorable though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/shitdidntseethiscomin.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look who Donna's buddy is! I'm shocked. It's f'ing Nikki. The girl David cheated with this summer. Predictable plot twist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/nevergettinglaid.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy ve. Remember last year, when nobody liked me and now I have girls falling all over themselves to get in my hammer pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/Picture6.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New English teacher/faculty adviser suggests Andrea let Brandon be chief of The Blaze this year. hello, The Blaze is like totally Andrea's life. And has been since 1985! You can't ruin her streak!(by the way, first time I saw this, I got the weird rapist vibe, not sexist teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/Picture3.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly works out aggressively and bitches about Brenda &amp; Dylan while creepy David watches. Gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/andreaivehadit.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea has had enough! She's tired of your  wanna-be James Dean hair Brandon, and she's not going to put up with it anymore. (she's quitting the paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/whoseearringisthis.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What the crap Dylan, Brenda found a dangly clip-on earring at your place, and it IS NOT HERS! She only wears hypoallergenic earrings from Claires, not these trashy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/Kellymaddylan.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just switched my whole schedule around to save your ass. You're welcome. No wait, I didn't do this for you. I did this for me! Because I am a feminist, and refuse to let some scum bag boy make me feel bad. And you won't be getting into this babydoll dress anytime soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/nannygirlbikergang2.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, it's The Nanny girl and her grunge biker gang. Except Donna drops the bomb that Nanny girl is actually Scott (you know the guy who was in the 1st season of BH90210, but wasn't very cute, so they killed him off in season 2 by making him accidentally shoot himself in the face? Yikes)'s little sister. Brenda feels dumb for not remembering who he is. Don't worry Bren, most of us forgot about him too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea basically calls teach out on his  sexist bullshit. It's actually kind of awesome. No snark here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/teachsadsexistface.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post tongue-lashing depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/sharedclothes.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean about having the same great taste in guys? I know we buy the same off the shoulder tops from The Rave, but that's all we have in common right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/justabj.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna we did not have sex. Just making out with a little tongue...and I might have given him a BJ in his parents cabana. But it didn't mean anything to me! Don't blame David, he's such a great guy! Blame me! Slutty transfer  student!&lt;br /&gt;(no really, this character pretty much calls herself a slut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/brendapeptalk.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for  Brenda Walsh pep talk. "I didn't really know your brother. But I was at the party where he was shot. So you know, we have that bond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/cochiefs.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-Chiefs! Perfect solution. Andrea can do all the work and Brandon can take most of the credit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/awkward.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/waitilovedonna.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing? I love Donna. I just don't know how to tell her that I can't keep it in my pants, and her dad won't write a storyline where we lose the big V together, and it's just so hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/hifive.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busted. But ha ha, we're just playing a trick on you. Together. Because we're besties now, and making you miserable is our new favorite past time. Hi-five sista. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/donnadavidkiss.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still holding out for sex....but we can kiss a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/brendakellylonely.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, you're just lonely. We need to find you a dude as cool as my cool-rider Dylan. Wah-wah.....credits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-6651754389891505517?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/6651754389891505517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=6651754389891505517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6651754389891505517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6651754389891505517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-beverly-hillsam-i-sexist-nooooo.html' title='More Beverly Hills...creepy sexist rapist teacher'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Bev%20Hills%20sexist%20episode/th_davidnikkilp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-273086425196048337</id><published>2010-07-12T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:18:43.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old school BH 90210'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly is a whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dylan is a whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brenda is a whore too'/><title type='text'>Beverly Hills 90210...we're all a bunch of whores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good lord I haven't posted in ages. But I've worked my little patoot off just to bring you a recap of a random episode of Beverly Hills 90210, season 3. To be exact, it's episode 6, entitled "Castles In The Sand". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To catch you up to speed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Brenda and Donna have gone to Paris for the summer. The Walshes are pissed at Dylan, and don't want Brenda to keep seeing him, leading to much arguing, sneaking around and then the eventual ticket to Paris. (Geez, I wish my parents would send me to Europe when I sassed them.) Brenda meet some hottie midwest  college student (pre-Superman Dean Cain) and convinces him she's really french, then hooks up with him the last few days before they go back to Beverly Hills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back in the BH, Brandon is working at beach club, again, and dating some girl that Steve might have gone out with? I missed episode 5, so I'm a little lost. Also, Dylan and Kelly have been spending time together and keep accidently making out. Oh and David cheated on Donna too. Woops. Everyone is cheating. So that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/dylannuzzle.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have never wanted to be Shannen Doherty's neck more, than in this still from the intro/theme song. Dylan Mckay is just straight up nuzzling. Good lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/crazykellybeach.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uh oh, someone spent the night on the beach together. But they didn't have sex. That is very clearly stated. Kelly looks like she's going to murder Dylan with an axe. However, if I woke up next to Luke Perry, I'd probably have the same crazy look on my face too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/welcomehomepicture.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Brandon actually thanks Brooke (his new lady) and her computer skills for making that ridiculous welcome home sign. For some reason this made me laugh really hard. He acts super impressed. And maybe that was impressive for 1993 and I just can't remember that far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/whoreshugging.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Brenda's home. Cringe, you can just see this ending badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/brendabodysuit.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nothing like a little lady time in the bathroom. Eew Brenda's smoking now that she's back from France. And she's wearing a seriously awesome body suit. Do you remember how awful those were when you had to pee? You had to freaking unsnap them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/dylanbrendareunion.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh shit Kelly, the lovebirds are back together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/kellyhater.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please don't murder Dylan. He's my favorite part of the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/davidshirtless.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh and in case you forgot, David and Kelly's parents got married last season. So, you know, he waltzes in shirtless with a toothbrush in hand to console his step sister Kelly, who he used to be in love with. WEIRD. Also weird: Megan Fox is now married to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/brendanracistgirl.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called foreshadowing. In a few minutes, Brooke is going to complain that Brandon doesn't kiss her in front of people. Which is kind of a bizarre thing to say, because these two spend most of the episode making out or yelling.  Oh yeah and Brooke will from now on me called racist girl. There's some more foreshadowing for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/donnsunflower-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also wanted to say how much I LOVE Donna. Tori Spelling is the comic genius of 90210. Plus her sunflower bikini is so 90's and I kind of want it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/racistsmile.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Brandon and racist girl start fighting because she said some really uncool shit. Like Brandon's boss Henry can't be fired because he's black. Look at that smile. Also, complains about the making out. (see picture above!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/brandonjakevienna.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's Brandon getting (deservedly) really pissed. It looks like he going to pull a Jake &amp;amp; Vienna on her. ("Don't undermine me! Stop interrupting me!") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/kellyimawhore.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I feel like an awful friend and a slut. And now I'm all by myself while everyone has fun."&lt;br /&gt;Boo, you whore. Just kidding. I love Kelly. I just like to quote Mean Girls whenever possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/kellybrendanotwhores.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is she wearing  body suit or a bathing suit? It's so hard to tell the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/holdupwaitaminute.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So there's this whole sand castle contest (boring) and Andrea and a bunch of kids win. Crazy racist girl makes some remark about how Andrea's last name is Zuckerman, so she must be a rich spoiled Jew. Seriously. And then tries to play it off because it's meant as a "COMPLIMENT" Ugh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/brandonangry.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And Brandon's like "really? seriously? You're a good kisser and all, but I'm not down with the KKK. I think we should break up". It also looks like he has to poop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/imnotracist.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Racist girl tries to woo him back with her mom hair and spandex, but he's just not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/lookitsdacid.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the beach club is having this big end of the summer bbq, and guess whose performing? Holy crap, it's David Silver, pre-rap career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/daviddancing2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those dance moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/daviddancing1.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/impressed.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry's kind of impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/walshesnotbuyingit.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walshes aren't buying it. Cindy and Jim are too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/stevesqueezingoneout.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve just looks like he's trying not too fart. I enjoy taking stills of people looking like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/dylanwhatface.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bren, why are you sad?"&lt;br /&gt;"I f'ing cheating on you dylan! I'm an awful girlfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;"You did WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/brendadylanbeach.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aww it's ok. Just don't do it again. And I'm not going to tell you that I spent the entire summer (i.e. the last 5 days) hooking up with your best friend. Love you, mean it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/kellydylanocean.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later...oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously the love the shit out of early 90210.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5680695540513177542-273086425196048337?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/273086425196048337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=273086425196048337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/273086425196048337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/273086425196048337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/07/beverly-hills-90210were-all-bunch-of.html' title='Beverly Hills 90210...we&apos;re all a bunch of whores'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/Beverly%20Hills/th_dylannuzzle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-4882623446373126291</id><published>2010-06-01T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:39:01.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate the internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate my keyboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duh'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry I'm so lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just wanted to apologize for being such a slacker on the blog. I have a variety of excuses but here's some fun pictures I googled first to show the depth of my sincerity: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mikepaulblog.com/blog/media/Apologize%20Dog%20I%20am%20sorry%20cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myorkutglitter.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/i-m-sorry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.doc.ic.ac.uk/%7Espc03/_media/images:misc:grusskarte_sorry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3813539332_e0ba7d0397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My excuses are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*My 'e' key is sticking. true. It's driving me up the GD wall. Every...fuck, just typing that was a chore. Anyone have any good tips on how to fix this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*My internet has been taken away. After a good year of mooching high speed off my stupid neighbor, she decided to move. Clearwire hasn't sent my boyfriend and I a second modem yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*I've been re-reading a LOT of 80's YA books. A LOT. I just got a batch of real books from the library, which means I'll have to put Sweet Valley High "The New Jessica" aside, and that's really ok with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have some blog posts planned, including one sparked by my recent purchase of the Complete Daria, of favorite 90's MTV shows. I'll try to get on that. &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/5680695540513177542-4882623446373126291?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/4882623446373126291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=4882623446373126291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4882623446373126291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4882623446373126291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-sorry-im-so-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m sorry I&apos;m so lazy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3813539332_e0ba7d0397_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-4570107561515843334</id><published>2010-05-07T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:18:17.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyelash curlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist for the ladies'/><title type='text'>A playlist for the ladies...and eyelash curler curiousity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, I tossed out the $3 eyelash curler I've had for six years, went down to Sephora and bought myself a REAL one. (AKA one that didn't come from the discount bin at Walgreens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I truly had no idea the difference it would make. Seriously, this is what curled eyelashes look like? Ok, I get the hype. I bow down to you eyelash curler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Also, I thought I would post a playlist on here, since I work in a record store and most of my apartment is overrun by vinyl and stacks of CD's. I don't seem to talk about music much on this blog, but perhaps that's because I'm surrounded by it for most of my day. The thrill of discovering stuff has sort of worn off. But here's a mix I made last winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ladies to Knit Too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(I feel like it's a nice playlist any 'ol time, but especially when I'm sitting on my couch in the knitting zone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eshparishcouncil.gov.uk/John%20Foster/knitting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;01. El Perro Del Mar - Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;02. Glass Candy - Computer Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;03. Electrelane - Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;04. Cibo Matto - Suger Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;05. The Breeders - Night of Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;06. A Fine Frenzy - What I Wouldn't Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;07. BLOW - True Affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;08. Crystal Castles - Crimewave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;09. Elastica - Car Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10. All Girl Summer Fun Band - Parallel Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;11. Blonde Redhead - Equus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;12. Bjork - Possibly Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;13. Emily Haines - Our Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;14. Aislers Set - Hit the Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;15. Camera Obscura - Eighties Fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;16. Holly Golightly - Tell Me Now So I Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;17. Azure Ray - Nothing Like A Song&lt;/span&gt;&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/5680695540513177542-4570107561515843334?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/4570107561515843334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=4570107561515843334&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4570107561515843334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4570107561515843334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/05/playlist-for-ladiesand-eyelash-curler.html' title='A playlist for the ladies...and eyelash curler curiousity'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-4574540480392678059</id><published>2010-04-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:32:16.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brittany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather Morris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>lady boner for Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seem to go through phases of being totally obsessed with a current TV show, and right now I am really into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. If you didn't catch the amazing Madonna episode last week, I highly suggest going to Hulu or downloading the ep off iTunes. My current favorite character (besides Jesse St. James, but that's just because Jonathan Groff makes my vagina quiver), is Brittany, played by Heather Morris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.gleefan.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/HMorris-150x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She of little words, but who probably brings the funny more than even Sue Sylvester, and that's saying something. Classics include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"When I pulled my hamstring, I went to the masogynist"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"um.a male duck." (when asked if she knew what a ballad was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seriously love her. And, I just realized that she's one of Beyonce's main backup dancers for the last tour! My brain exploded with pop culture goodness. Here she is at the Grammy's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Didk4cGPh0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Didk4cGPh0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So fierce, it hurts. Does anyone else enjoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as much as I do? &lt;/span&gt;&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/5680695540513177542-4574540480392678059?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/4574540480392678059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=4574540480392678059&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4574540480392678059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4574540480392678059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/04/lady-boner-for-glee.html' title='lady boner for Glee'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-6409200035642769148</id><published>2010-04-12T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:01:49.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonne Bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teen Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sun-In'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragic beauty rituals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane'/><title type='text'>nostalgic trip into my 12 year old bathroom</title><content type='html'>I was at the drugstore the other day, and came across something I had blanked out of my  mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cm.iparenting.com/fc/editor_files/images/1042/Contests%28from5.07%29/TeenSpirit1.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Teen Spirit ACTUALLY existed and it's somehow still being mass produced! I think this blew my mind. Now, it's odd that I had shelved this in some dark cavernous part of my brain because this deodorant inspired a classic grunge hit. I should KNOW THIS. But for some reason, I kind of thought it was all a weird pre-pube dream I had from back in the day. No. They really made this shit, and I bought a truck load of it. Not only was there the deodorant, there was also the shampoo and conditioner. Which probably competed in my shower stall with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v72hvb-bXzo/SnDOZVNWjOI/AAAAAAAABZk/AwhlpgicMQs/s200/salon+selectives.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salon Selectives. Every girl I knew in middle school would strut down the hall, swinging her apple scented hair thanks to this product. I really loved it. I don't think it's on the market anymore which is too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, seemingly on the way out is Jane cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s4.hubimg.com/u/1805399_f260.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jane first came out, I was totally obsessed. I blame Seventeen magazine and their huge marketing campaign for the new brand. It was cheap. It came in cute packaging. They had little mini lipsticks to try out for only $1, and I could fill my caboodle with them.(Let's not even start on Caboodles. I had like 6 of them.) I actually still used Jane powder and eyeshadow up until about a month ago, when I realized I just couldn't find it anymore. It's a shame. I feel like my youth is dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Jane dying, and Bonne Bell still huge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sas.guidespot.com/bundles/guides_mk/assets/widget_ca8nHCoWLnpPHylWpmrhH_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every girl I know had a load of lip smackers in her backup. This seemed to be a great "first makeup" along with clear mascara. Thanks mom. Maybe if I layer on enough Dr. Pepper, it'll actually make me look like I'm wearing some. Or that I have fruit punch mouth. It just inspired me to steal her aqua eyeliner and color my whole eyelid with it. Oh well. Bonne Bell is still around, and every once in a while, I'm suckered into buying some sort of smelly gooey lip gloss thing. The vanilla is especially yummy and tastes like frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone also wore this? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.latestbeauty.com/file/pic/gallery/1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long lasting trend, Baby Soft came out in the 70's and became the classic "go to" girl perfume. I definitely wore this in the 80's, probably dousing myself in entire bottles. I wonder if they still make it? I'd love to get my hand on a bottle and see if it still smells as nice as I remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the dreaded Sun-In. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thekatwalk.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/sunin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempting mousy haired brunettes into thinking we would have gorgeous blond waves if we just sprayed a little of this chemical in our hair and sat out in the sun for a few hours with a Christopher Pike book. The result was horrifying. I spent most of my teen years with a brassy orange mop on my head thanks to Sun-In. My mom was dead set against me coloring my hair, but somehow I thought sneaking Sun-In wouldn't be noticeable. As soon as I graduated high school, I spent a good chunk of graduation money on professional highlights. And you know what? Now I'm just back to plain brown, and I kinda like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-6409200035642769148?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/6409200035642769148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=6409200035642769148&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6409200035642769148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6409200035642769148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/04/nostaligic-trip-into-my-12-year-old.html' title='nostalgic trip into my 12 year old bathroom'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v72hvb-bXzo/SnDOZVNWjOI/AAAAAAAABZk/AwhlpgicMQs/s72-c/salon+selectives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-3748396204779966216</id><published>2010-04-05T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:47:40.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicholas Cage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kick Ass'/><title type='text'>What the frack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dlisted.com/files/nicolasblondeno.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so confused. Nicholas Cage has always been pretty fug, but seriously? &lt;u&gt;SERIOUSLY!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That being said, I'm actually really excited to see Kick Ass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrKHu2UX1vA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrKHu2UX1vA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(for the record, this is the PG trailer. This movie is rated R. You can watch the red band trailer if you search for it)&lt;/span&gt;&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/5680695540513177542-3748396204779966216?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/3748396204779966216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=3748396204779966216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3748396204779966216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3748396204779966216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-frack.html' title='What the frack'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-4746540124962090115</id><published>2010-03-30T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:12:02.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jiggly parts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niecy nash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing with the stars'/><title type='text'>I'm addicted...to celebrities attempting to foxtrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does anyone else watch the trainwreck known as Dancing With the Stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I can't stop watching. I have been addicted for for the last couple of years, and it's really the only competition/talent show I watch. I don't even mess with American Idol. So You Think You Can Dance? Whatever. America's Got Talent? Zzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big beef is that there's always some pop tart who has been dancing since she/he was five, who unfairly kicks ass (see past contestants: Joey Fatone, Drew Lachey, Scary Spice etc. Currently: Nicole, the Pussycat Doll). Then there's the gymnasts and ice skaters. I'm not saying they have a totally unfair advantage because ballroom dancing &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; difficult. But I'm more impressed by the non-dancers who learn how to perform and connect with an audience, to memorize routines and get their 8 counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I'm super pissed that Shannon Doherty got kicked off first tonight. I was totally team Brenda. So now I've only got one couple I'm really rooting for and that's Niecy Nash and Louis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://creoleindc.typepad.com/rantings_of_a_creole_prin/images/2007/10/06/clean_house_host_niecy_nash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Louis last season when he danced with Kelly Osbourne. And how can you not love Niecy? She hosts Clean House, which was one of my favorite Style network shows when I had cable. She's always wearing an awesome flower in her hair (I'm hoping for a coordinated one for every DWTS dance). And tonight, when asked about one of her fellow dancers being voted off, she responded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It makes me sick to my stomach...and kind of hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;If you watch the show, please vote for her, because not only is she shaking her "jiggly parts" and doing really well, she brings the funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-4746540124962090115?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/4746540124962090115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=4746540124962090115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4746540124962090115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4746540124962090115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-addictedto-celebrities-attempting-to.html' title='I&apos;m addicted...to celebrities attempting to foxtrot'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-8252435424315967248</id><published>2010-03-21T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:02:13.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick time rituals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help me i&apos;m dying'/><title type='text'>Sickness prevails, what's a girl to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate being sick and going to the grocery store and being *that* person. You know, the sick girl with her grubby sweatshirt and ponytail, unshowered and sweaty, with a laundry list of stuff to buy. Mine today included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mucinex&lt;br /&gt;* Yogi Thoat Comfort tea&lt;br /&gt;* 1 lemon&lt;br /&gt;* cough drops&lt;br /&gt;* super orange Emergen-C&lt;br /&gt;* cadbury cream eggs (you know for a sugar boost)&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;i&gt;New Moon&lt;/i&gt; reserved at the redbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am that girl. I also hate how the person checking me out is just looking at me in disdain thinking, "yuck, don't touch me. I see that Mucinex in your cart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drug3k.com/img2/mucinex_16806_5_%28big%29_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have a wonderful boyfriend who also took me out for Pho (delicious anytime, HEAVENLY when you have a cold), then stopped by the library so I could pick up some books on hold. So now I'm in bed, computer in my lap, tea full of lemon and honey next to me, and a stack of books on the table beside me. About as content as I could be with a sore throat and a cough that is making me wince, it hurts so much. Do any of you have sick time rituals? Mine normally included noodles, &lt;i&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/i&gt; and vicks vapor rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, any advice on on how to relive really deep chest pain and a sore throat? I'll take any tips! C'mon moms, nurse me!&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/5680695540513177542-8252435424315967248?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/8252435424315967248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=8252435424315967248&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/8252435424315967248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/8252435424315967248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/03/sickness-prevails-whats-girl-to-do.html' title='Sickness prevails, what&apos;s a girl to do'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-2381060555586425727</id><published>2010-03-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:44:30.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie vs. cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jezebel'/><title type='text'>Pie vs. Cake: YOU DECIDE</title><content type='html'>Jezebel is cracking me up with their current March Madness tournament:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/39/2010/03/500x_jezebel_dessert_bracket3b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend heading over to Jezebel.com and participating. I'm an equal opportunity dessert eater, in that I love both pie and cake (and cookies and brownies and ice cream, yikes).  I will say if I HAD to pick one, I'd probably go with pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake for the win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm not sure if it's cutting off the image on anyone else's computer. It is on mine. I'm not sure how to fix that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-2381060555586425727?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/2381060555586425727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=2381060555586425727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2381060555586425727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2381060555586425727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/03/pie-vs-cake-you-decide.html' title='Pie vs. Cake: YOU DECIDE'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-5706072964415715817</id><published>2010-03-11T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:48:47.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Spring suckas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I would like to preface this with an aplology to anyone who is still covered in snow. I am not trying to make you jealous. Well, I might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has come to Seattle. The last month has been unbelievably gorgeous, with temps getting as high as the mid 60's, a lack of (major) rainfall, and everything has started to bloom. Don't believe me? I took these outside of my apartment this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prettybloomtest.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/prettybloomtest.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prettybloomsidewalk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/prettybloomsidewalk.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tulips.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/tulips.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a bit guilty about enjoying all this fabulous weather because....I have had the last month and a half off. I didn't want to blog about it too much, because...it's well weird. The record store that I work at was moving. Our landlord didn't have our new building ready for us yet. So, we've been waiting. And getting &lt;i&gt;paid&lt;/i&gt;. I know, I know...I would punch me right now too if I were you. It's weird because I have dreamed of having this kind of time off. And I have enjoyed it by reading way too many books (actually reading way too many YA books), diligently practicing my knit stich so that I can finally move on from just purling, spring cleaning the house (haven't gotten very far) and being lazy. Well, not just lazy. The weather has inspired the bf and I to go on hikes, and picnics and just nice long walks. I ate next to a river last week, and climbed (a tiny) part of a mountain a few weeks before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awesome. And I go back to work Monday. Which I am actually so glad for, I'm truly looking forward to it. So here's to Spring...I hope everyone gets a chance to see it soon. (and for those wondering, it's pouring down rain today and windy, so there ya go)&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/5680695540513177542-5706072964415715817?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/5706072964415715817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=5706072964415715817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/5706072964415715817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/5706072964415715817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-suckas.html' title='Spring suckas'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-7864510530426118223</id><published>2010-03-06T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:14:55.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willa&apos;s Wild Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my new obsession'/><title type='text'>Willa, making me feel like a kid again</title><content type='html'>I have a new obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it involves a cartoon. Yes, a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be 28 years old, but I still like to flip through the channels while eating breakfast, especially on the weekend. I normally would rather sit through an episode of Judge Judy than any of the current cartoons out there, but last weekend I happened to come across the CUTEST animation I've seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Willa's Wild Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/452323100" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=51353356001&amp;amp;playerId=452323100&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="412" width="486"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about this show, but I was hooked. I sat through two full episodes, and then hopped on line and watched all the ones that I could find. I still don't even know what it's really about. An adorable little girl named Willa lives with her dad and basically a zoo? And I'm pretty sure one of the mean cartoon girls is voiced by Paige from Degrassi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this style of animation. I love Willa as a character (normal girl with problems). It's so cute! I'm seriously obsessed. Has anyone else seen this? Or I am the only almost 30-something who can't get enough of it? (or still watches cartoons when she's bored?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-7864510530426118223?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/7864510530426118223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=7864510530426118223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/7864510530426118223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/7864510530426118223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/03/willa-making-me-feel-like-kid-again.html' title='Willa, making me feel like a kid again'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-3928496159147142335</id><published>2010-03-04T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:14:55.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudia Kishi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hidden candy bars'/><title type='text'>A Kishi-eque moment</title><content type='html'>Today I feel like Claudia Kishi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not rocking a side ponytail, or wearing some cool parrot papermache earrings that I made, or complaining about how spelling is so hard. I wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm experiencing my lady time and seem to be on a junk food rampage. Yesterday I made the mistake of hiding a butterfinger in my apartment, and as of twenty minutes ago I couldn't find it. I don't have any hollowed out books, or art supplies to dig through, but I knew I had stuck it somewhere. My hormones were calling to me. Finally, I had my "ah ha!" moment, and found it tucked away in a box with a bunch of CD's next to my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now eating a candy bar for breakfast. Thanks Claudia for the inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YNT6kBPnhgg/SVL5yEZL9vI/AAAAAAAAALc/PM-2yuTtlZY/s400/claud.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you don't read BSC books, this blog will be a bunch of nonsense to you. That's ok)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-3928496159147142335?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/3928496159147142335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=3928496159147142335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3928496159147142335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3928496159147142335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/03/kishi-eque-moment.html' title='A Kishi-eque moment'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YNT6kBPnhgg/SVL5yEZL9vI/AAAAAAAAALc/PM-2yuTtlZY/s72-c/claud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-3380757341376907509</id><published>2010-03-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:20:58.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judy blume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears of joy'/><title type='text'>All hail the queen, Judy Blume</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across something I never thought I would find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.judyblume.com/blog.php"&gt;Judy Blume has a blog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I found this link and just started to tear up. She is pretty much my childhood idol. Finding her blog was like watching those Visa Olympic commercials over and over, especially the Dan Jansen one. Not sure what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-hleR27U78&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-hleR27U78&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit made me bawl everytime. Damn you Morgan Freeman and your amazing voice overs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to read about Judy, even if she doesn't update it regularly. In fact, finding her blog has inspired me to pull out my worn copy of &lt;i&gt;Just as Long as We're Together&lt;/i&gt;, by far my favorite Blume book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-3380757341376907509?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/3380757341376907509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=3380757341376907509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3380757341376907509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3380757341376907509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-hail-queen-judy-blume.html' title='All hail the queen, Judy Blume'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-1080609537372397973</id><published>2010-02-27T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:48:27.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead goldfish'/><title type='text'>My new favorite website</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;So I think cats are okay. I've just recently discovered that I actually think they are cute, and would potentially want one in my future. I blame my parents who never really allowed my siblings and I to have anything more intense than some goldfish that we won at the fair. One lived a really long time and was abnormally big. The other 3 died within days. Maybe the first goldfish ate them? I can't remember, it's too traumatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, love dogs. Dogs are my thing. I am anxiously awaiting the day when I move into  a dwelling that actually allows pets, and I can get my dream dog: a beagle, or a golden retriever/lab mix. But in the meantime, check out this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hipsterpuppies.tumblr.com/"&gt;hipster puppies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxm3zb4dx01qb0fx9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean is that not the cutest thing ever? Go to the site, and check out the caption for it. I died, it's so adorable and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5680695540513177542-1080609537372397973?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/1080609537372397973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=1080609537372397973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/1080609537372397973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/1080609537372397973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-favorite-website.html' title='My new favorite website'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-1101811929726479874</id><published>2010-02-20T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:49:02.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby-sitters Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Books I've loved, lost and bought back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am an avid book reader, collector and worth noting, a total nostalgia junkie. In other words, I collect children and teen books. I love re-reading stuff from my childhood. I feel no shame in it, although the overflowing boxes of books in my closet are starting to worry me. My grandmother saved most of her books, and I remember running downstairs to her basement to flop on the couch and dig into her first edition Nancy Drew's. I hope someday to pass the books I've loved onto my kids or grandkids or anyone else I can pawn them off on. In the meantime, I'll keep re-reading and collecting and enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the classics: Judy Blume, Roald Dahl, Harriet the Spy, Little House etc. But my guiltiest pleasure is 80's ya series. Oh my God, I LOVED a series that I could collect and set up on my bookshelf, trying to fill in the numbers I was missing. Here's a sampling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Baby-Sitters Club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaGrzHmaVvQ/S0QY9D6uSaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/2Z196Ml6WGc/s400/baby-sitters-club.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet BSC, you were a time of innocence before I jumped into Steven King and V.C. Andrews. I absolutely still love this series about a group of baby-sitters and their adventures. There was nothing too dramatic about the BSC. Sometimes they would fight, like if Mary Anne got a makeover, or Stacey decided she was mature for the club, or if Claudia would eat the last twinky (kidding). But that's kind of why they remain a favorite. The relationships the girls had with each other was so realistic and well, for lack of a better word, normal. Completely relate-able. And worth it just for the epic outfit descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;(Boy Crazy Stacey and Mallory and the Trouble with Twins were my two favorites: hello, the beach and makeovers?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet Valley High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6NgADIr6Tts/SXQp56bq-CI/AAAAAAAABh8/YYBzvleJaOQ/s400/svh013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVH was awesome for the opposite reason. Total unbelievable drama! (as seen in the above image, yum frozen pancakes.) This series was set in the fictional town of Sweet Valley, with a cast of white bred, beautiful teens headed by the perfect size 6 Wakefield twins. It's a soap opera and I loved it. Famously ghostwritten by a bazillion writers, it made Francine Pascal rich, and robbed me of my allowance on many occasions. Basically Sweet Valley High and The Baby-Sitters Club made teen publishing what it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Freshman Dorm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/2c/f5/0aa271a88da0343b2cabd110.L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/9e/4f/1d119330dca00c5d8c4f5010.L._SL500_AA195_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the small images. But if you can lean in real close to your screen, you'll see my favorite part of the Freshman Dorm series: collage covers! I always loved how it was a bunch of photos, with weird 90's junk sitting on top of it (erasers that spelled out hot, nail polish, weird key chains, mini pizzas). Freshman Dorm encouraged my dreams of college while I was still in middle school. Surprisingly realistic, well at least in the beginning, the teens of Freshman Dorm *gasp* actually go to classes, and work on their homework in between falling in love, becoming anorexic, getting addicted to drugs, almost getting married etc. I avidly re-read this series now, in hopes that it will pump me up, a contrast to how boring college actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheerleaders&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.scholastic.com/.a/6a00e55007a3148834010536b1aa24970b-100wi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tiny photo was extremely difficult to locate, which is making me realize this series might have been harder to find in the 80's than I thought. I still own way too many of these books. I just loved this series because I wanted to be a cheerleader when I was a little girl, but really...the plots are either totally ridiculous or completely boring. You don't really feel anything for *any* of the characters because they're mostly so shallow and self centered, and not in a fun Jessica Wakefield or Lila Fowler kind of way either. Oh well, I still loved it as a kid. Famous ya authors got their start on this series, including Caroline B. Cooney and Christopher Pike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunset Island&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q115/ihatewheat/svh/n120588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Island....oh how I still love thee. This series follow three girls who become au-pairs on a beautiful island during two (very long) summers. Cherie Bennett is the master of describing outfits, most of them horrendous (think day glo), and child care is mostly put on the back burner, with the focus on the girls love lives with various hot dudes on the island. My favorite part is the local band, Flirting with Danger (!!!). Seriously, that name is so ridiculous, you have to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleepover Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q115/ihatewheat/svh/sleepover%20friends/d43a729fd7a0e80d56e7c010L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were, and still, are kind of baby-ish, but c'mon, it's called The Sleepover Friends! Cute! Really, it's like The Baby-sitters Club lite. Pretty wholesome, nothing too intense happens. The only real reason to read these books are for the intense junk food sessions they go on. Serious food porn. Pizza, fudge, Dr. Pepper, bbq chips, cookies, leftover chinese food...if it's in the fridge, these girls will eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other series I loved (and some I still collect) include: Canby Hall, The Fabulous Five, Pen Pals, Sunfire, Satin Slippers, Couples, Sweet Dreams, Merivale Mall, Seniors, Roommates, Girl Talk, geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've just gotta keep my fingers crossed that the new Sweet Valley and BSC books that are planned, aren't totally terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5680695540513177542-1101811929726479874?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/1101811929726479874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=1101811929726479874&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/1101811929726479874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/1101811929726479874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/02/books-ive-loved-lost-and-bought-back.html' title='Books I&apos;ve loved, lost and bought back again'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaGrzHmaVvQ/S0QY9D6uSaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/2Z196Ml6WGc/s72-c/baby-sitters-club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-828424122148765357</id><published>2010-02-10T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:55:24.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptops'/><title type='text'>WOE!! READ SOME POE! FEELING LOW! (wtf?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;So I shouldn't have been such a braggart about my computer success. Because promptly after posting that blog, and watching two episodes of &lt;i&gt;Jersey Shore&lt;/i&gt; on MTV.com (don't hate, it makes me laugh so hard), my new-ish old laptop crashed. A goner. Two trips to the Apple store wasted. Hard drive is busted. And it's not really worth replacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've made the mature decision. To purchase a new lap. A NON-MAC! (the screaming and crying you hear is my boyfriend wailing in the corner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a Mac girl for a while. I'm an Apple addict. However, I just can't afford a Mac Book Pro, and I need something fast, that I can stream video, surf the net and write papers for school on. I'm not asking for much. I don't need anything too fancy. I just refuse to spend $700 (and up!) for a used or refurbished sluggish powerbook or ibook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.laptopdrivers.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/toshiba-satellite-l350d-laptop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've got my eye on this Toshiba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, remember when I was hating on Twitter? Well because of my iPhone and the awesome twitter apps, I've joined. Mostly to read other celebrities tweet. But then today, I dove it. I posted a tweet about not tweeting. Ten minutes later, I actually tweeted. I felt the urge, and I succumbed. So if you want to follow me, (the two people who read this blog) do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User name is: IWantYouSass&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i forgot to put the 'R' in my user name. And didn't realize this until I'd already added all my favorite celebs to follow, and didn't want to deal with creating a new account. Now lots of pervy and skeevy internet dudes just see I WANT YOU and decide to follow me. Ughhh, creepy)&lt;br /&gt;&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/5680695540513177542-828424122148765357?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/828424122148765357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=828424122148765357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/828424122148765357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/828424122148765357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/02/woe-read-some-poe-feeling-low-wtf.html' title='WOE!! READ SOME POE! FEELING LOW! (wtf?)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-8420815632733972722</id><published>2010-02-08T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:56:17.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer woes no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Phew, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer needed a new keyboard, and it's back to it's sluggish ways. BUT, I also have access to an older laptop now, which is kind of like the greatest thing in the world. It's sort of mine. But not. But it is. But not. It's still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It other news, The Grammy's were pretty much a snooze fest. Except Pink. Holy shit balls, she was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPYBNz_pLRk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly enough, when Pink first came out, I was a part of her street team. I used to post on the AOL music boards a lot, and somehow got involved with the promotion before her first album. I haven't followed her much since then, but every time I see her on TV, I'm just like...dang, you are cooler than any other crappy female singer out there. Props to Pink for keeping it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a side note, remember when AOL was the shit? Good lord, my dad used to have to set a &lt;i&gt;timer&lt;/i&gt; for me because I spent so much time on it. The thing would chime, and he'd be like "okay, your hour is up!". And I'd be like, "but dad, I'm still chatting in this stupid chat forum to strangers in Milwaukee!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-8420815632733972722?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/8420815632733972722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=8420815632733972722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/8420815632733972722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/8420815632733972722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/02/computer-whoes-no-more.html' title='Computer woes no more'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-2246992131191248198</id><published>2010-01-27T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:11:14.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee spillage'/><title type='text'>I like my coffee with sugar and cream</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes waking up in the morning, the best thing is just a hot, steaming, cup of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/i/2009/029/e/7/just_a_cup_of_coffee____by_MorkOrk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah coffee is awesome, unless you are clumsily knocking said cup of coffee all over your keyboard, which then floods into your old, barely holding on Mac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my apologies for being so blog-less lately, as I have been computer free. Thank God for that iPhone, or I'd be pulling out my hair! I'm currently on my BF's laptop, which is heavenly and makes me crave just having a random grand or so hanging around to purchase my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers that my computer woes end soon and with a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-2246992131191248198?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/2246992131191248198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=2246992131191248198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2246992131191248198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2246992131191248198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-my-coffee-with-sugar-and-cream.html' title='I like my coffee with sugar and cream'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-1531397987404134028</id><published>2010-01-14T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:57:58.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brad renfro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leonardo dicaprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan brandis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian  bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew keegan'/><title type='text'>Boys that gave me that "tingly" feeling</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend is not going to love this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ooh, I've been working up a list of hot boys I was in love with in the 90's. The dreamboats. The bad boys. The ones who made me feel like a grown woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with one of my faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Renfro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pricescope.com/idealbb/files/bre127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an abnormally huge crush on Brad Renfro. He starred in such movies as &lt;i&gt;The Client, The Cure&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Tom and Huck&lt;/i&gt;. He went on to do more serious acting in late teens, twenties before passing away. I am beyond embarrassed to tell you that I saw &lt;i&gt;Tom and Huck&lt;/i&gt; in the theater. MULTIPLE TIMES. And I would "wooo" at the screen when his name came across in the opening credits. I mean it's ok, I lived in Olympia and was 13 and hadn't discovered riot grrrl yet. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan Brandis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgDh0CvuSMg/SKFZONzkC9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/SoYlGEN7pM4/s400/jonathan-brandis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I just realized the first two actors I've listed are now dead. That's pretty morbid and sad. But Jonathan Brandis! Oh be still my tweenage heart. &lt;i&gt;Ladybugs&lt;/i&gt;. That's all I need to say right? Cross dressing soccer players made me swoon. One year I dressed up as Jonathan Brandis from Ladybugs for Halloween. You can understand how confusing that was to be a girl dressing up as a boy who was dressing up as a girl. Whatever, it was awesome. Also, I'd like to add that I crushed out on him in Seaquest. But that dumb dolphin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrew Keegan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thelipstickdiaries.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/andrew1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me preface this by saying that by the time he did &lt;i&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/i&gt; (which I adore), I was over my childish infatuation with him. I was a full on Keegan fan after seeing &lt;i&gt;Camp Nowhere&lt;/i&gt;. Oh lord, I still find that film totally enjoyable. Did anyone else see that? I used to quote it incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christian Bale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRcqvowUNrM/SZRTqQLZe8I/AAAAAAAABBM/ACvXgL8g-so/s320/JackKelly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I hate that when I googled pictures of him, mostly what came up with stuff from &lt;i&gt;American Psycho&lt;/i&gt;. Yikes)&lt;br /&gt;Oh Christian. You're still marginally attractive, but in my head you will always be selling papes in &lt;i&gt;Newsies&lt;/i&gt; or swapping spit with Winona Ryder in &lt;i&gt;Little Women&lt;/i&gt;. What a dreamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/Cr3Jl3JOAoo8p5i81KnZLb5jo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, along with millions of other girls, went through a huge Leonardo faze. I thought he was adorable in &lt;i&gt;Growing Pains&lt;/i&gt;. I loved &lt;i&gt;What's Eating Gilbert Grape, The Basketball Diaries&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Quick and the Dead&lt;/i&gt;. Then &lt;i&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/i&gt; came out and the shit hit the fan. I thought he was the most beautiful man on the planet. He was just the ultimate. By the time &lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt; came out, I had sort of grown out of my crazy crush, and now I don't really find him attractive at all, but he is an amazing actor. I just watched &lt;i&gt;Revolutionary Road&lt;/i&gt; the other night and it was heart wrenchingly good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know there's more, but I'll leave it at that for now. I don't want to give you too much eye candy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-1531397987404134028?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/1531397987404134028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=1531397987404134028&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/1531397987404134028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/1531397987404134028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/01/boys-that-gave-me-that-tingly-feeling.html' title='Boys that gave me that &quot;tingly&quot; feeling'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgDh0CvuSMg/SKFZONzkC9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/SoYlGEN7pM4/s72-c/jonathan-brandis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-2911014872591432562</id><published>2010-01-01T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:53:03.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Steve Jobs</title><content type='html'>So I hope everyone had a lovely holiday. Christmas and New Years both have come and gone without anything dramatic or weird happening, a success in all respects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a serious decision. I have purchased:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rfsearch.com/images/new_iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN IPHONE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big deal because I never really imagined I would have an iPhone. I've had a 4 year old flip phone from Verizon for, well 4 years. Before that I didn't even have a cell phone. Yes, I didn't start using a cell phone until I was 24. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have the mack daddy of phones. It is a gem. It's beautiful and sleek and I get my e-mails whenever I want, I can watch youtube videos of Jem in bed, I can play pac man or skee ball while I'm waiting in line at the post office, or if I forget where the nearest Taco Bell is, my phone will tell me. It also takes pictures of me and then makes them rainbow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy339/IWantYourSassJen/rainbowjen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That photo is ridiculous. But it's rainbow! Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-2911014872591432562?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/2911014872591432562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=2911014872591432562&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2911014872591432562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2911014872591432562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-steve-jobs.html' title='I love you Steve Jobs'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-1269336828454984080</id><published>2009-12-23T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:49:52.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious family'/><title type='text'>Christmas craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm about to trek out to the grocery store on foot, to gather up the last bit of supplies I need for the baking extravaganza that will commence tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be making:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smuckersrms.com/RSI/RecipeImage.ashx?recipeid=3152&amp;amp;w=218&amp;amp;h=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sunflowers-dragonflies.ca/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/candy-cane-cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini candy cane cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;(this is as close as I could find to what I'm making. Except, Mine will be mini cupcakes made of white cake, with vanilla frosting and very finely crushed candy canes sprinkled on top. So delicious. And pretty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the boyfriend and I pack off and go south to Olympia, to spend Christmas Eve and part of Christmas (I work that night) with the fam. All of my 3 siblings are bringing their significant others to stay over. I'm really worried it's going to look something like this: (minus the boyfriend swapping, proposals, mom with cancer and deaf brother, but twice the hilarious hi-jinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAmT52aCaYg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAmT52aCaYg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5680695540513177542-1269336828454984080?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/1269336828454984080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=1269336828454984080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/1269336828454984080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/1269336828454984080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-about-to-trek-out-to-grocery-store.html' title='Christmas craziness'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-4828061810359152159</id><published>2009-12-18T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:58:41.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alt rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music videos'/><title type='text'>remember when girls rocked?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Girls used to rock. There were so many awesome ladies in the 90's, and I'm not talking Lilith Fair (although I did own a fair amount of those girls). I'm talking serious kick ass grungy, rock'n rollers. Some of my favorite ladies, who definitely influenced me growing up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veruca Salt - Volcano Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvguIdJ8G18&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvguIdJ8G18&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a fan of "Seether". That video is also awesome. But when &lt;i&gt;Eight Arms to Hold You&lt;/i&gt; came out, I lost my shit. Seriously, "Volcano Girls" is such a ripping song. I wanted to BE Nina Gordan in 8th grade. They definitely influenced a lot of what I listened too in the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PJ Harvey - Down By the Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fflKkXBhlBI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fflKkXBhlBI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a casual PJ listener at this point, not really knowing her earlier albums. But this song/video is what  turned me into a fan. All I can say is that this video scared the crap out of me...and I loved it. This song is so f'ing haunting and cool. And look at her! So amazing, I'm almost peeing myself just watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hole - Doll Parts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mEbVJxsMQM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mEbVJxsMQM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be the girl with the most cake, i love him so much it just turns to hate". Oh Courtney. You are one bat shit crazy celebrity but your music will always redeem you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Garbage - Queer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3I3xTAea5vI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3I3xTAea5vI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley, Shirley, Shirley. I wanted to wear your a-line dresses and have your perfect smokey eyes and smeared lipstick, but I was never that cool. I was wearing skater polo shirts and adidas and pulling my hair back with matching baby barrettes and ordering from Deliah's in high school. I still yearn to be as cool as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juliana Hatfield - My Sister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siJZXTuwBjA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siJZXTuwBjA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually still a huge Juliana fan. My favorite part of this song is when she sings about going to a Violent Femmes concert. I was also a Violent Femmes fan, via My So Called Life. Remember that episode where Angela danced around to "Blister In the Sun "? I'm not embarrassed. That show pretty defined my life freshman year. I lived and breathed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breeders - Cannonball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKhBgMVNFDM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKhBgMVNFDM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Deal. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many girls to choose from. That's just a sampling of ladies I adore.&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/5680695540513177542-4828061810359152159?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/4828061810359152159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=4828061810359152159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4828061810359152159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/4828061810359152159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/12/remember-when-girls-rocked.html' title='remember when girls rocked?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-7564527590851809429</id><published>2009-12-16T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:00:19.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ding dong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNL skit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Slate'/><title type='text'>Doorbells help me cope with Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I just finished my final. I have an essay due Friday. And then my World Civ class is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cope with the stress, I have been watching this over and over.&lt;br /&gt;(trust me, it kinda sucks at the beginning, but it gets so much better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4b29a0bf813373cb/4b284d24a11424ec/99bbfb68/-cpid/fcafa1531394446" id="W4727a250e66f97234b29a0bf813373cb" height="283" width="384"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4b29a0bf813373cb/4b284d24a11424ec/99bbfb68/-cpid/fcafa1531394446"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome.&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/5680695540513177542-7564527590851809429?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/7564527590851809429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=7564527590851809429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/7564527590851809429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/7564527590851809429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/12/doorbells-help-me-cope-with-finals.html' title='Doorbells help me cope with Finals'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-6201967535141392184</id><published>2009-12-12T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:56:38.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do they know it's Christmas? Probably not. And does it ever snow in Africa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, let's take a break from the made for tv movies, and talk about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;More importantly the 1983 classic, "Do They Know It's Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, might be one of the most amazing and hilarious videos and songs of all time. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE THIS SONG. When Boy George starts belting it out, my childhood heart swoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's get serious. It's sort of ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jEnTSQStGE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/8jEnTSQStGE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;Who the hell is singing first? I'm sorry, I have no idea. And I'm too lazy to research it. There goes my girl (man), Boy George. And poor Sting, he only gets to sing back up to Simon Le Bon and Bono. He looks really sad about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also kind of want Phil Collin's sweater vest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the douchebags playing guitar? Is there even guitar in this song? It sounds like a lot of awesome drumming, some synths and a few bells. I'm sure there's some guitar in there somewhere, but there's really no need to act like you're ripping a huge solo John Taylor from Duran Duran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest beef with this Christmas classic, is why are there no lead girl parts? I mean, they brought in Jody Watley and the girls from Bananarama for the ending chorus, but they weren't good enough to sing lead? Band Aid is such a sausage fest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-6201967535141392184?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/6201967535141392184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=6201967535141392184&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6201967535141392184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6201967535141392184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/12/band-aid-do-they-know-its-christmas.html' title='Do they know it&apos;s Christmas? Probably not. And does it ever snow in Africa?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-2889815298032330123</id><published>2009-12-07T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:01:02.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='made for tv movies'/><title type='text'>The Best of Made For Tv Movies Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay seriously. How amazing were made for TV Movies in the 90's? I lived for this shit. A Made For TV movie pre-empted anything else I was interested in watching, and I would kick my little sisters and brother out of the room, just so I could indulge in the over dramatic, "ripped from the headlines" stories, starring actresses and actors from my favorite teen shows. They show a lot of these on Lifetime now, although most were made as a week night special by the big networks. Let's recap a few:&lt;br /&gt;(I would also like to state that I don't find murder, domestic abuse, or eating disorders particularly funny, but these movies *are* so snarkable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death Of A Cheerleader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51EA1HGTN5L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise known as, Kelly from Life Goes On stabs the shit out of Tori Spelling in a jealous cheerleading rage. Epic. The person who uploaded this video on You Tube wouldn't let me embed it, but here's a link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a haref="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbsmcKZ2cn4"&gt;You Tube:Death of A Cheerleader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No One Would Tell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBpQ1zGTX2I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBpQ1zGTX2I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Candace. You grew up on Full House, playing our beloved DJ, and then went on to star in a string of bad tv movies, always playing the victim. Fred Savage plays a crazy, jealous boyfriend who stabs DJ (sorry, Candace) to death. That's two, count 'em two, movies about crazy people stabbing people they're jealous of. This one still scares the crap out of me. I will never watch Wonder Years in the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Secret Between Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xdwc_DGq484&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xdwc_DGq484&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy anorexia, batman! Eating disorders were a huge topic in made for tv movies. And to be honest, I feel like a lot of these were more enabling than helpful. This one stars a young Marley Shelton, as she and her best friend encourage each other to lose weight in unhealthy ways until one of them is killed. I remember liking it because it took place in Seattle. Doesn't take much to please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another ED movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfect Body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDH0eLdLkSE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDH0eLdLkSE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Power Ranger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends 'Til The End&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D26uGYjvABs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D26uGYjvABs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannen Doherty. Singing. That's all you really need to know. Okay there's a lot more you need to know. Like there's this crazy girl who wants to be just like her and has since childhood, and manipulates her into letting her join her band, her sorority and then crazy girl steals her boyfriend and basically her life. They showed this one on VH1 a lot. I loved it, I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5680695540513177542-2889815298032330123?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/2889815298032330123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=2889815298032330123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2889815298032330123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2889815298032330123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-of-made-for-tv-movies-part-1.html' title='The Best of Made For Tv Movies Part 1'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-6156284630222894622</id><published>2009-12-02T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:03:10.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aziz ansari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindy kaling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Tweeting, twittering, whatevs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't really understand Twitter. And that's okay. I mean, I get the concept, I just don't see how everyday people can post anything *that* interesting twenty times a day. Telling all your followers that you went to the grocery story today just isn't that entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when celebrities tweet, most notably comedians...I will follow that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorites of the moment are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing and adorable Mindy Kaling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/jezebel/2009/12/90992021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/mindykaling"&gt;Mindy Kaling On Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those not in the know, Mindy stars, writes and executive produces The US Office. She is amazing. Every Kelly scene has me peeing my pants. And her twitter is unbelievable. She brings the funny. I think I have a crush on her. Some hilarious tweets include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You know when all your best friends are in NYC without you having fun and you hope the Cloverfield monster strikes?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;In the world where ratty underpants are valued, I am King."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I say, if you love something, set it in a small cage and pester and smother it with love until it either loves you back or dies."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;If Prince William doesn't choose Kate Middleton I'm going to boycott England forever"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The temptation to end every script I write with the main character "waking up and it was all a dream" is so strong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sly and handsome Aziz Ansari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://flagpole.com/images/jpgs/2008/12/10/AzizAnsari.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/azizansari"&gt;Aziz Ansari On Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This dude is always the funniest thing in anything he does. Tiny bit parts (ala Funny People), and he totally steals the show. Currently on Parks &amp;amp; Rec with my other girl crush, Amy Poehler. His twitter is full of good band recommendations and funny shout outs to fellow comedians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is when they twitter at each other. Hilarity ensues.&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/5680695540513177542-6156284630222894622?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/6156284630222894622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=6156284630222894622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6156284630222894622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6156284630222894622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/12/tweeting-twittering-whatevs.html' title='Tweeting, twittering, whatevs'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-7277164682346060232</id><published>2009-11-29T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:05:01.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morrissey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Happy Late Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wanted to post a blog and wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving, but my internet has been down for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little late but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJqHbMaDHzA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJqHbMaDHzA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are truly stuffed and spent time with people you love. I can check both those off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second note, this man came into my work the day after Thanksgiving, when I was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blackmaps.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/morrissey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unfair is my life? According to my star struck co-workers he was soft spoken and smelled amazing. My boyfriend is throwing up as he reads this, because he hates Morrissey with a passion. Relax babe, go put on some Dylan and take deep  breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he came into my work the day I wasn't there. argggggggg&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/5680695540513177542-7277164682346060232?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/7277164682346060232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=7277164682346060232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/7277164682346060232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/7277164682346060232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-late-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Late Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-2607675427770062005</id><published>2009-11-19T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:05:47.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doing it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ll cool j'/><title type='text'>Ladies Love Cool James</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;For those curious...I ACED my midterm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got my itunes on shuffle, and one of my favorite 90's jams comes on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play on: LL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHHtTPH8Nkg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHHtTPH8Nkg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously loved this song in high school. And it's DIRTY! So much moaning and simulated rubbing. I mean it's no Eazy E "Gimmie Dat Nut", or Lil Kim "Not Tonight" but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I enjoy this song so much now because it samples Grace Jone's awesome "My Jamaican Guy". Of course, I didn't know this at the tender age of 16. But my older, more musically educated self, can still appreciate both. Guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd let you know, this is how I spend my days off. Listening to 90's classics ("No Diggity" is probably next), and reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on.&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/5680695540513177542-2607675427770062005?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/2607675427770062005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=2607675427770062005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2607675427770062005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/2607675427770062005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/11/ladies-love-cool-james.html' title='Ladies Love Cool James'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-3236879390373832562</id><published>2009-11-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:06:46.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephanie kay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midterm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degrassi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s'/><title type='text'>MIDTERMS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have a midterm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MIDTERM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken a midterm in 10 years. I'm a little nervous. It's open note, and I have been excessively organized with them (binder, with different lectures divided by topic with terms highlighted), so it's time to chill out. I don't think I could be any more prepared. I just need to take the damn test and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I have my first ESSAY due Wednesday, which I have been dreading. Seriously, I haven't even started it yet. It's Monday. I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing my essay, I have been obsessively working my way through the old 80's Degrassi series. When I lived in Olympia, I had a friend from Canada whose mom paid for her insane cable bill just so she could get the 'N' network and watch the new Degrassi. All I really remember from those days is giggling every time anyone said "sorry", in their cute Canadian accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks to Netflix, I decided to get into the original series from the 80's. And OH MY GOD, it's a total doozy. So out of control, cheesy and awesome. I never really caught it on PBS when they re-aired them in the US while I was a kid, so this a totally new treat for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that my favorite characters were pretty much written out of the show after the first season. Meet Stephanie Kaye and Voula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cVMR78ohII&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cVMR78ohII&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode continues with Stephanie giving kisses (on the cheek, how chaste) to boys in order to win votes for class president. And poor Voula. She's so adorably clueless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES IT. The amount of skin shown/makeup worn by Steph is insane. All her best scenes are in the bathroom, undressing or caking more on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between Lifetime movies and How I Met Your Mother season 4, I'm getting back into the Next Generation Degrassi on Netflix. Expect more videos and comments from moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-3236879390373832562?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/3236879390373832562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=3236879390373832562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3236879390373832562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/3236879390373832562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/11/midterms.html' title='MIDTERMS...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680695540513177542.post-6745541463102696020</id><published>2009-11-13T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:08:37.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domo'/><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I've moved into Blogger, because I've hated the way Wordpress is set up, which has then equaled no postings from me. And I swear I have interesting things to say! Feel free to check out my old site and get a rehashing of what I do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwantyoursass.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://iwantyoursass.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll start this blog with my overwhelming, and slightly new, love of the holidays. It feels like the older I get, the more I miss my family (who are only an hour away to be honest), and the more important things like the holidays become. Also I am a nostalgia junkie, and there's just something satisfying about watching Peanuts specials, cooking and baking holiday treats and carving pumpkins to resemble Domo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59OhskCB4Ow&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img src="http://wottoncool.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/domo_kun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59OhskCB4Ow&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/59OhskCB4Ow&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I expressed my intense love of Domo? He was the Target Halloween mascot last year and I kind of dropped the ball on acquiring mass Domo merch because of a lack of Target near me. (Sidenote: seriously Seattle, get with it. The closest Target is 20 minutes away on the freeway, which can equal 40 minutes in bad traffic.)&lt;br /&gt;I bemoaned my sad Domo-less existence, until 7-11 picked him up as *their* new mascot. I currently have a cute little Domo figurine sitting on my computer speaker, wearing huge Dj headphones and carrying a slurpee. I tore him off a slurpee straw that only cost me 1.99. He's so cute! It's also fun to use Domo as an exclamation when excited about something. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so stoked to eat pumpkin pie with whipped cream, DOMO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe just between my boyfriend and I, that's funny. That was a serious Domo tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am excited about the holidays. Halloween was pretty great and included lots of pumpkin activity (pumpkin patch, pumpkin pie, pumpkin muffins, carving pumpkins, you get the picture), a viewing of the greatest Halloween Disney movie starring Bette Midler EVER: Hocus Pocus, gorging on tiny butterfingers and admiring the pretty fall leaves that will soon gunk up all the storm drains and flood our city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Thanksgiving, mostly because it's the first time in 3 years that I'll actually have it off! (I work in a 365 day a year record store, which means I never have holidays off). Turkey and mashed potatoes and cranberries and pie and perhaps hanging out with my sisters and shopping the next day. Le sigh...it sounds lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5680695540513177542-6745541463102696020?l=iwantyoursass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/feeds/6745541463102696020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680695540513177542&amp;postID=6745541463102696020&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6745541463102696020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680695540513177542/posts/default/6745541463102696020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyoursass.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16300175616185052774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LyFZFMU806I/Sv37B0DirWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/htKaKLTprq8/S220/pinktypewriter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
