<?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-6178391</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:03:59.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Whoa Llama!  :.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-114563634694718963</id><published>2006-04-21T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:20:53.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Sun Sun Sun! :.</title><summary type='text'>I love the sun.  I love the weather that we've been having!  Sitting by the lake, taking hilarious 'nakers with norton' pictures, reading, smoothies, soaking up the sun, listening to random playlists with friends...if only the shadow of exams wasn't looming over us!  Lucky for me I had my 3rd (of 4) exam yesterday, and my last one isn't until next Friday!  So I'm stress free for a little bit :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114563634694718963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114563634694718963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114563634694718963' title='.: Sun Sun Sun! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-114462897213231423</id><published>2006-04-09T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:29:32.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Momentum :.</title><summary type='text'>"All we need is a little bit of momentum.Break down these walls that we've built around ourselves"-- "Momentum" by The Hush Sound --What a great song! And what an amazing weekend!  I did my first official duties as Sports Camp supervisor and did townwide interviews on Thursday and Friday!  It was fun to see everyone!  On Thursday night I saw Ice Age 2 with Yinny and Graeme and it was funny!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114462897213231423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114462897213231423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114462897213231423' title='.: Momentum :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-114331266382943020</id><published>2006-03-25T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:08:00.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: There ain't no party like a Gangstar party :.</title><summary type='text'>So the past few weeks have been pretty shitty, but the good news is, life is good again! (as of last tuesday!)  Thank you to everyone who is amazing :)On to last night...TEACH NIGHT OUT! Random hilarities...it was sooo much fun!  List of memories starts...NOW!- "You're not from Norway" Lois- "It's 5:00 in Chown, and I'm just that kind of girl" Lois- "I'm not a cupcake!  I'm a REAL girl!" Lois- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114331266382943020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114331266382943020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114331266382943020' title='.: There ain&apos;t no party like a Gangstar party :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-114228810978491074</id><published>2006-03-13T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:15:09.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Why :.</title><summary type='text'>Why...do people have to die?Why...do relationships end when they seemed like they were so strong?Why...does gloomy weather affect me so much?Why...do I seem to be getting worse and worse at writing essays?Why...do people disappoint you?Why...does it seem like there is no love in the world at times?Why...do people only think about themselves?Why...are things so complicated?Why...can't I not be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114228810978491074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114228810978491074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114228810978491074' title='.: Why :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-114122555686051756</id><published>2006-03-01T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:37:43.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Kick it up a notch BAM :.</title><summary type='text'>2 more months of first year university.  It's a little scary.  The end of school also means final exams and final marks...which is starting to scare me.  But I think I can do it, I hope I can do it, and I know that I have support (which I'm very thankful for).But no matter what, I'll keep smiling, because that's what I always do :) and I can't wait until March 11...con-ed formal!  There's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114122555686051756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114122555686051756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114122555686051756' title='.: Kick it up a notch BAM :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-114100020343243289</id><published>2006-02-26T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:33:50.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: blug :.</title><summary type='text'>I feel so unproductive.  Reading week was over, and I didn't get nearly as much work done as I should have.  It was a good week though!  I recorded a new song, went shopping on Orfus road with my lovely con-eddie sisterhood of tweded boots and wooden hoodies, went skating, had some mother-daughter time, applied for summer jobs and had my interview for camp supervisor.  But the one thing I wanted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114100020343243289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/114100020343243289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114100020343243289' title='.: blug :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113993344692976515</id><published>2006-02-14T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:10:46.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: l o v e :.</title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!  A lot of people hate this holiday...they say it's just a reminder of their being single.  I say who cares!  I've never had a valentine for Valentines day (until this year :) ) and I've always loved it!Sure there's the argument that you should show your affection every day, so Valentines day wouldn't be anything special.  But I think that Valentines is a reminder to spread </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113993344692976515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113993344692976515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113993344692976515' title='.: l o v e :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113916335345973079</id><published>2006-02-05T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:16:16.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: By Starlight :.</title><summary type='text'>"You've gotta hope that there's someone for you, Strange as you are..." -- Jon BrionBeautiful song by Jon Brion called 'Here We Go' (with an even more beautiful cover by Shawn).  I love that first line; I am a very strange person indeed, and I know that there's someone out there for me :)Recently I've come to realize how big of a role music plays in my life.  I mean, I've been playing music for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113916335345973079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113916335345973079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113916335345973079' title='.: By Starlight :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113881025790534935</id><published>2006-02-01T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T11:14:07.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Little Critter :.</title><summary type='text'>Little Critter all alone,Sleeping in your simple home.Birdies beckon you to comeAnd play with them under the sun.The knarled tree, its fruitless armsReach out to you and mean no harm.But still you sleep upon your hay,Safe and sound from day to day.Flowing, flowing river wideGoes past the hut where you abidePromising adventure if you dareBut still you sleep, still unaware.Little Critter open your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113881025790534935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113881025790534935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113881025790534935' title='.: Little Critter :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113864088694675368</id><published>2006-01-30T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:12:55.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Kumquat GO! :.</title><summary type='text'>This is an excerpt from my teach application.  The question was "Kumquat GO!"...I am here to tell you a grave story.  Once upon a kumquat there was a flea named Manuelo.  Literally.  A flea named Manuelo lived on a kumquat.  It wasn't just any old kumquat however, it was the greatest kumquat that ever grew!  And it being the greatest kumquat that ever grew, made Manuelo the greatest flea that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113864088694675368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113864088694675368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113864088694675368' title='.: Kumquat GO! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113820585139176896</id><published>2006-01-25T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:41:47.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Dreaming's what we're doing out here :.</title><summary type='text'>Giddy. Giddy. Giddy. Giggle.  Giggle. Snort!That's all I've been for the past few days!  I don't know why I've been so happy, but I love the feeling!  Hahaha, alright, I lied, I DO know the reasons.#1...we have a house!  We haven't officially signed the lease yet, but we have it!  52 Colborne!  I'm really really excited for it!  It's NOP, but not bad at all :)#2...LoL, the thing that ALWAYS makes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113820585139176896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113820585139176896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113820585139176896' title='.: Dreaming&apos;s what we&apos;re doing out here :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113660532059336175</id><published>2006-01-06T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:08:05.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Open Your Eyes :.</title><summary type='text'>Before I say anything else...Jack's Mannequin is the shiznat.  I heart them.A new year seems to be the excuse to "turn over a new leaf", and although I have always followed suit with this belief, I find myself asking why we don't strive to improve ourselves all year round.  Maybe it's hard- actually, I know it's hard.  Trying to be a better person takes the proper mind set, enormous will power, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113660532059336175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113660532059336175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113660532059336175' title='.: Open Your Eyes :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113522018813291427</id><published>2005-12-21T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:57:21.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: RENT :.</title><summary type='text'>My new obsession...RENT!  This movie was SO amazing and I am in love with the music from it.  All I have been doing all day is listening to the soundtrack and singing and wishing I was watching it.  Ask my family...they're sick of the songs already!Yesterday/today was sooo good!  I got some christmas shopping done and slept over at Claire's!!  We had an adventure to Canada Square (finally got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113522018813291427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113522018813291427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113522018813291427' title='.: RENT :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113434762317695601</id><published>2005-12-11T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:33:45.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Tomorrow :.</title><summary type='text'>This weekend has been so amazing!  Con-ed Love to the optimus prime!  Friday we watched Sleeping Beauty in Claire's room and learned dirty words which soon became our new nicknames...Claire/ Cung:  Cunnilingus -- Oral sex performed upon the femaleSam/ Fellache:  Fellatio -- Oral sex performed upon the maleAleks/ SodVag:  Sodamy/ Vagina -- Anal sex of the vaginaSaturday was supposed to be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113434762317695601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113434762317695601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113434762317695601' title='.: Tomorrow :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113415598532107534</id><published>2005-12-09T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:19:45.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year! :.</title><summary type='text'>"Only 3 more days," she thought to herself as she sat infront of the soft glow of her laptop.  Doing nothing in particular, she thought about the last few days, realizing that she had never studied so hard and for such a long time before.  Hoping it had payed off in her two exams that she wrote yesterday, she decided to take today off and do nothing in particular.  Maybe, if she felt ambitious, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113415598532107534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113415598532107534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113415598532107534' title='.: It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-113141518196218175</id><published>2005-11-07T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:29:40.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Countdown! :.</title><summary type='text'>25...Last day of classes23...Superhero Day!  Tigershaft and Llamafist save the world!18...English essay due17...Philosophy essay due11...Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire out in theatres!  I can't wait!4...Home!3...Con-ed Pub Crawl!  You've been bad, go to the office!2...Sociology paper due - aaah!New layout.  It's kinda- Blaaah, but oh well!  I can't wait to go home this weekend!  There's so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113141518196218175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/113141518196218175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113141518196218175' title='.: Countdown! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-112969464006131579</id><published>2005-10-18T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:04:43.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: A Place to Meet :.</title><summary type='text'>I discovered tonight that blogs are a great way to meet and get to know people.  Someone who could have been just an aquaintence, is now a friend that I know I can trust and feel comfortable talking to.  Thanks for being such a great listener (aka reader) and for feeling comfortable enought to open up to me too.  Once in a while it's just refreshing and healthy to let out those things you keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112969464006131579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112969464006131579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112969464006131579' title='.: A Place to Meet :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-112707285095162410</id><published>2005-09-18T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:47:30.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Queen's is so Diesel :.</title><summary type='text'>I'm finally writing about university!  I've had no time to sit down and reflect on these past 2 weeks, and there's so much to say!Queen's is a beautiful university!  I'm staying in an all girls rez with a roomate I didn't know from before, and most people feel sorry for me, and I admit I felt sorry for myself before too.  But I'm having SUCH a good time here!  The girls on my floor are so awesome</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112707285095162410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112707285095162410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112707285095162410' title='.: Queen&apos;s is so Diesel :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-112483208349914484</id><published>2005-08-23T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:45:09.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Just 12 more days :.</title><summary type='text'>Deleted.  I don't like unhappy stuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112483208349914484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112483208349914484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112483208349914484' title='.: Just 12 more days :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-112343827288727358</id><published>2005-08-07T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:37:52.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: FTE Boulder '05 Lovin :.</title><summary type='text'>I know I've been home for 4 days, but the effect hasn't worn off.  And I havn't had any time to make a post about how amazing Colorado was, but here it is.I've been to many conferences, and I hate to compare them, but of all the ones I've been to, I think this was the one I took the most risks at.  It was much too short and I wish I was still there.It started off amazing!  Seeing Brian and James </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112343827288727358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112343827288727358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112343827288727358' title='.: FTE Boulder &apos;05 Lovin :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-112174061300366905</id><published>2005-07-18T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:36:53.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Snap, Crackle, Pop :.</title><summary type='text'>I'm 18 and hating it so far.  Though there were a few good highlights of my day (thank you sports camp for the cake and such) it's ended off with a shitty goodbye.I thought I had to pay 1/3 of my education.  But it turns out that I'm wrong and I have to pay 2/3.  Then I get yelled at for misunderstanding my dad when he said it was going to be 1/3, 1/3, 1/3 for me, him and my mom.  I took it that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112174061300366905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112174061300366905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112174061300366905' title='.: Snap, Crackle, Pop :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-112103921872537537</id><published>2005-07-10T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:46:58.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Aloha Oe :.</title><summary type='text'>Finally a new template!  I just watched Lilo and Stitch again, so I have the whole Hawaiian-ish theme going on.  I didn't have working comments for a while, so I switched back to Haloscan...I want my old comments back!  The song "Aloha Oe" is so pretty!  For the longest time I thought it was "Aloha Oi"...no wonder I couldn't find the song...Anyhoo, one week of camp is over, 6 more to go!  I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112103921872537537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112103921872537537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112103921872537537' title='.: Aloha Oe :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-112070066609182309</id><published>2005-07-06T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:44:26.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Enchante :.</title><summary type='text'>And once again, I have fallen for the impossible dreams of fairy tales and prince charmings and happily ever afters...I am a huge sucker for Cinderella based movies!  I watched Ella Enchanted again with Elaine and her cool American cousin William (or Bill as I like to call him).  I LOVE that movie!  The cute Prince Charmont and the nutso breaking out into song and dance make me so happy!  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112070066609182309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/112070066609182309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112070066609182309' title='.: Enchante :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-111963762014349049</id><published>2005-06-24T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:27:00.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: And the corner store dustbunny strikes again! :.</title><summary type='text'>It's officially summer now that exams are over!  I don't think it's fully sunk in that high school is over yet.  Maybe it will once camp starts.  Which leads me to camp!  I'm sooooo excited for summer and sports camp!  It's a crazy reunion of 2 years ago minus Kris-Kris, Tom and Colleen (and Mathea...but she's still camp director).  It's gonna be sweeeeet!Well, my last post wasn't so happy, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111963762014349049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111963762014349049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963762014349049' title='.: And the corner store dustbunny strikes again! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-111897410217058739</id><published>2005-06-16T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:08:22.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Absolutely Nothing :.</title><summary type='text'>I don't know how to stop it.  Recently I've been feeling...nothing.  I think I can pinpoint when it started, and why it started.  Last weekend and just a loss of hope.  But that doesn't even matter.  I just want it to go away and I want to be happy again.Brew up feeling lost with a nagging sickness and you got yourself a winner.  I want to express myself in a song, but I can't sing without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111897410217058739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111897410217058739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111897410217058739' title='.: Absolutely Nothing :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-111748850376830876</id><published>2005-05-30T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:28:23.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Board...literally :.</title><summary type='text'>I am posting because Mimi told me to.  I really wanted to post before, but I have become so lazy since...prom maybe?  I feel like school should just be over with now that prom is over!  What's the point in doing exams?  If you're in at university, I don't see why they make you write them if it's just going to end up bringing my marks down...because I'm not very good at exam-writing.But whatever!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111748850376830876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111748850376830876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111748850376830876' title='.: Board...literally :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-111549663777491641</id><published>2005-05-07T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:13:01.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Viva Forever :.</title><summary type='text'>Last night was amazing!  Josh and I went to the mall to get some gifts then headed over to comfort inn for Jasmine's party!!  Unfortunately we could only drop by and say hi, but Jazzy Fizzle we LUFF you!Then we drove up to Newmarket to pick up Annika, Matt O'Crazy and Ellie!  Annika's dog Marley / Bobby/ Mogley is so funny!  He's very horny and likes to sniff my butt.  Haha!We went out to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111549663777491641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111549663777491641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111549663777491641' title='.: Viva Forever :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-111422691983435768</id><published>2005-04-22T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:44:12.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: I Feel So ALIVE :.</title><summary type='text'>Oh my freaking bombdiggity goodness…I can’t even describe what I’m feeling right now.  A mix of nostalgia, sadness, rejoice, rejuvenation, relaxation, hope…but most of all, just the feeling that I want to be back at conference.Honestly, YRPC ALIVE 2005 was the best 4 days of my life.  The people I met were some of the most amazing people ever!  I know I say this every year, but I can’t believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111422691983435768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111422691983435768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111422691983435768' title='.: I Feel So ALIVE :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-111335743899453524</id><published>2005-04-12T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:29:22.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: 2 Sleeps! :.</title><summary type='text'>OMG!  2 sleeps till ALIVE 2005!!  w00t!  It’s gonna be so kick donkey this year!  The skillbuilders are so wicked chillz, bombdiggity even!  We’re going to have SO much fun, lookin forward to the major spoonage!  Landa, you and me are gonna ROCK the party!  NYMPHOMANIACS!!  And the Value Village adventure was tres awesome to the max!  Thanks for driving Colin!So last wednesday I had a crazy road </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111335743899453524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111335743899453524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111335743899453524' title='.: 2 Sleeps! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-111135512101217391</id><published>2005-03-20T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:45:21.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Queen Exotica the First :.</title><summary type='text'>As the first queen and supreme ruler of Exotica, I, Sam, hereby declare that I can't wait for summer.  Yes, mayhaps I make no sense, mayhaps I do, but all I know is that winter makes me say booooooo!I can't believe it's snowing...BOO to snow!  It's the day before the official start of spring, where's the warmer weather?  And to add to the downer mood, march break is over :'(But what a good march </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111135512101217391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111135512101217391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111135512101217391' title='.: Queen Exotica the First :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-111068570041915069</id><published>2005-03-12T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:48:20.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: It's a beautiful day :.</title><summary type='text'>Well, the final count is in!  1205 entries for the Jesse Contest...can you say CRAZY?!?!  Haha!  Now all we can do is hope for the best and *cross cross cross*!I'm so happy this week of craziness is OVER!  And march break is HERE!  Wheee!  I went shopping today in Missasauga with my mom!  It was soooo much fun!  They have mad outlet malls of every kind there, it was shopping HEAVEN!  I bought 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111068570041915069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111068570041915069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111068570041915069' title='.: It&apos;s a beautiful day :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-111034384986053800</id><published>2005-03-08T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:50:49.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Almost There [cross cross cross] :.</title><summary type='text'>3 more days until March Break!  And unlike all you people going on trips, I'll be working at Golf and Skating Camp and making money! Wheeee!  Haha...In other news, the Jesse contest closes this Friday! (Thank hot dogs it didn't close last night at 12!)  Now I can reach my goal of 1000+ entries!!  Right now I'm at 740, so 1000 is definately achievable.  You don't know how much I want to win this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111034384986053800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/111034384986053800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111034384986053800' title='.: Almost There [cross cross cross] :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110979924850892825</id><published>2005-03-02T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:34:08.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: We're goin to the Zoo Zoo Zoo :.</title><summary type='text'>We went to the zoo today!  It was freezing cold, but fun none the less!  We made human chains that blocked the roads and had some pretty crazy bathroom encounters (where one mimi almost killed one stephie with a toilet paper dispenser...).And even better, we spent a good 20 minutes watching the 'Rafiki' monkeys (because I don't know what they're actually called) to see the biggest one's butt.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110979924850892825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110979924850892825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110979924850892825' title='.: We&apos;re goin to the Zoo Zoo Zoo :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110972896667554730</id><published>2005-03-01T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:02:46.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: GOTTA WIN :.</title><summary type='text'>Holy cherry with a sundae on top!  I'm so giddy and hyper right now!  I am completely Jesse McCartney OBSESSED right now, especially after watching the Summerland Season 2 premiere last night!  Jesse is so hot, amazing actor and an awesome singer!  He's PERFECT!  My dream boy...who so far away...Which brings me to my next point...he's so far away right now, but soon, he will be MINE! Lol...ok, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110972896667554730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110972896667554730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110972896667554730' title='.: GOTTA WIN :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110818421387225652</id><published>2005-02-11T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:56:53.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: No More Pizza! :.</title><summary type='text'>"I'd miss you even if I didn't know you..."  Ahhh!!  A Wedding Date is such a cute movie!  Other than running out of the theatre because I was dying of thirst, and me not understanding some of the subtle sexual induendoes ("why is there a boat??  what was the extra money for?  I don't get it!") it was awesome!  Dermot Mulroney is pretty attractive for an old guy i must say, though his name could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110818421387225652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110818421387225652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818421387225652' title='.: No More Pizza! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110766251626271977</id><published>2005-02-05T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T23:01:56.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Fog :.</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had that experience, where you (or your parents because you only just got your G1 in my case) are driving along the highway, barely anyone on the roads, in thick, creepy fog?  I'm sure most of you have, so I'm sure most of you know how scary it is.Tonight my mom, brother and I were driving home from Kitchener.  We went to go visit my aunt and cousins and she cut my hair for me!  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110766251626271977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110766251626271977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110766251626271977' title='.: Fog :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110753856106128476</id><published>2005-02-04T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T13:04:21.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Jess-obsessed :.</title><summary type='text'>Oh my goodness...I am officially hooked on Gilmore Girls!  Elaine had her Gilmore Girls Sleepover Bonanza last night and it was hilarious!  We watched First Daughter, which was an ok movie, basically Chasing Liberty with a Nick Lache look-alike instead of a Hairy Nippled Man.  The cool part was, her name was Samantha, and that made me feel *special*!  And don't forget Michael Keaton...oh our love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110753856106128476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110753856106128476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110753856106128476' title='.: Jess-obsessed :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110617328948218388</id><published>2005-01-19T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:21:29.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Indigo :.</title><summary type='text'>Indigo...I really like that word.  I havn't blogged in a while, and I've decided that I don't like my template.  I think it's ugly and I'll change it when I have time.This is my first post of the new year, and I must say, we brought in the new year with a BANG!  A Dodgeball bang that is..."2005, we will, we will rock you! *dun dun* hissssssss!" LoL!  Good times!  Elaine and Eddie slept over and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110617328948218388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110617328948218388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110617328948218388' title='.: Indigo :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110418497093493804</id><published>2004-12-27T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:02:50.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: You got SAM'D! :.</title><summary type='text'>Ahh...I can't believe I'm home...Cuba was so frucking amazing despite all the little things that sucked lol.Our flight there was delayed like 4 hours and we didnt arrive in Cuba until 5 am Monday morning.  The first 2 days was kinda crappy weather, but the rest of the week so made up for it!  Oh, and did i mention that the water didn't work in the resort for 4 days??But putting all that aside</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110418497093493804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110418497093493804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110418497093493804' title='.: You got SAM&apos;D! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110347090121236298</id><published>2004-12-19T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T10:52:24.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: CuBa :.</title><summary type='text'>Shit balls and a half...my flight to Cuba might be delayed like 4 hours!  Noooooo!  But I'm still excited!  We're leaving on a jet plane today for Holguin, Cuba! w00t!  There better be some hot boys (like sport check boy lol!) there...it's gonna be sooo awesome!Friday was the last day of school, which means...Holiday Talent Show Assembly!!  Haha, it was so good!  Props to my brother Matt for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110347090121236298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110347090121236298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110347090121236298' title='.: CuBa :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110290624362187596</id><published>2004-12-12T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:50:43.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Wood-illiterate :.</title><summary type='text'>You know you suck at something when you waste 2 hours working then realize that it just doesn't work...when you end up making 4 cardboard boxes with varying sagginess (much like a grandma's boob) and when your dad ends up making it for you.In case you're confused (as I always am), me and Jacqui were working on our physics lab [in which you have to launch an object that hits a pendulum and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110290624362187596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110290624362187596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110290624362187596' title='.: Wood-illiterate :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110230544704766032</id><published>2004-12-05T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:57:27.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: A Valiant Effort :.</title><summary type='text'>Well, got the results back from Merit.  I didn't come first in my group, so I don't move on to nationals, but I did get "honours" or something of the sort.  I'm not sure if that means I came 2nd in my group or not...I suppose we shall see.  I'm not too disappointed though.  I didn't go in expecting to win, just trying to give 100% and hope for the best.Not much else has happened since yesterday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110230544704766032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110230544704766032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230544704766032' title='.: A Valiant Effort :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110220310177541236</id><published>2004-12-04T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:31:41.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Why Don't You Kiss Her? :.</title><summary type='text'>Yes...Jodi, you stole my title lol!  Jesse McCartney has truely become an obsession haha!  And no, we can't share Jodi, because he's all mine! Hahaha!  I bought his CD...I'm such a loser, and I love it!  Jesse, if you're reading this, will you bear my children??  Wait a minute...shouldn't it be 'can I bear your children'??  meh, o well!Today I had my interviews for the Canadian Merit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110220310177541236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110220310177541236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110220310177541236' title='.: Why Don&apos;t You Kiss Her? :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110166950249492548</id><published>2004-11-28T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:18:22.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Waltzing in a Winter Wonderland :.</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe that it's less than a month until Christmas, the best time of the year!  And with the new season comes a new blog template!  And of course, I'll end up changing it again once Christmas comes.Although I hate the cold weather, I love the look of snow, it's just so...pretty and delicate and graceful (eww polysyndeton!).  Well not much has happened since I've last blogged...other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110166950249492548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110166950249492548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110166950249492548' title='.: Waltzing in a Winter Wonderland :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110101200930331915</id><published>2004-11-20T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:41:08.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: I Want You and Your Beautiful Soul :.</title><summary type='text'>"I don't want another pretty face,I don't want just anyone to hold.I don't want my love to go to waste,I want you and your beautiful soul...You're the one I wanna chase,You're the one I wanna hold.I won't let another minute go to waste,I want you and your beautiful soul..."~Jesse McCartney, 'Beautiful Soul'My new obsession song- it's aweseome- listen to it.  And even better, Jesse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110101200930331915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110101200930331915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110101200930331915' title='.: I Want You and Your Beautiful Soul :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-110036781591293322</id><published>2004-11-13T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T12:43:35.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year :.</title><summary type='text'>...that's right!  Christmas is on it's way!  Haha, and no, it's definitly NOT too early to get in the spirit of Christmas!  I've been practicing christmas songs on the piano since october! lol!But other than that, I haven't blogged in looong time!  So I thought maybe i should...and so I am...but what to blog about?I had my physics test yesterday, and I think it went pretty well.  It better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110036781591293322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/110036781591293322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110036781591293322' title='.: It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109924414645675731</id><published>2004-10-31T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:19:37.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: It's all about the CMMmmm :.</title><summary type='text'>*Sigh* I'm such a sucker for chick flicks, especially ones with fairy tale themes.  I just watched "A Cinderella Story" and ooo la la...it's gone and put me in one of those hopeless romantic moods again!  Chad Michael Murray is SO dreamy lol, he can come to the party in my pants anytime (do you mean a 'pants party'?)  Haha jk, but seriously, CMM is awesome...but seriously, where's my prince </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109924414645675731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109924414645675731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109924414645675731' title='.: It&apos;s all about the C&lt;font color=&quot;909090&quot;&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;Mmmm :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109899207753990170</id><published>2004-10-28T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:34:37.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: I Love You Baaaby and if it's quite alright, blah blah blah BABY! :.</title><summary type='text'>Yes!  That is my new favourite song!  It's been stuck in my head since Tuesday morning at 7:45am when me and susan heard it while putting up posters...it's so good!  It's from the 10 Things I Hate About You soundtrack and now I really want to see that movie again!  Does anyone have it so I can borrow it?I'm sooo excited for tomorrow!  We get to dress up all crazy for Halloween!  I can't wait to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109899207753990170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109899207753990170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109899207753990170' title='.: I Love You Baaaby and if it&apos;s quite alright, blah blah blah BABY! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109786982589005186</id><published>2004-10-15T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:50:25.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun... :.</title><summary type='text'>Holy cow...i sounded so depressed and...bleh in my last post!  Thanks for your comments!  And who's Edgar?  Is it Edgar Leal?  My mexican buddy?But anyhoo, things are looking up!  I feel soo much better now!  Stress free and soaring!  From my latest biology quiz, it bumped my mark up 14%!  And with that project that Robbie and I got perfect on, it'll hopefully be an 80%...cross my fingers!My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109786982589005186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109786982589005186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109786982589005186' title='.: Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun... :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109702580028493155</id><published>2004-10-05T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:38:08.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:. On the Edge :.</title><summary type='text'>This year is not going at all as I had hoped and planned...it's supposed to be grade 12, the big year!  Everything is stressing me out, and I know i'm bringing it upon myself...but it just never ends!The grade 9 retreat, tho it turned out fine, just created this massive burden on my shoulders.  I was stressing and getting frustrated, and when it was finally over, i thought i'd be more relieved.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109702580028493155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109702580028493155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109702580028493155' title=':. On the Edge :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109606924329825872</id><published>2004-09-24T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:20:06.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Juicy Fruit is gonna move ya! :.</title><summary type='text'>"J to the U to the I-C-Y!  F to the R to the U-I-T!"LoL!  Good times!  We (we as in Me, Mimi, Jodi and Mijana)ventured down to the convention centre today for the university fair!  As much as it was tiring, it was SO much fun!We got tonnes of free stuff, including: tatoos, stickers, random 'nursing' buttons (which i traded mimi for a cool mini light), JUICY FRUIT wristbands (i got TWO baby! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109606924329825872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109606924329825872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109606924329825872' title='.: Juicy Fruit is gonna move ya! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109512796347455825</id><published>2004-09-13T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:44:41.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Butterflies, Smiles and Giggles! :.</title><summary type='text'>Tee hee hee!! OMG! I can't stop smiling and giggling!  My stomach's tickly and I'm still shaking, even though it took place almost half an hour ago!Wheeeeee!!  Oh man, do you even know how much nerve i had to muster to do it...for the second time??  It took several 'DOO IT's and 'PEEEER PRESSURES' lol!  And thanks to those people for their support lol!And when it finally happened, guess who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109512796347455825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109512796347455825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109512796347455825' title='.: Butterflies, Smiles and Giggles! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109495534867125295</id><published>2004-09-12T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:44:14.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Suds, Soap, Squeejies and Bikinis :.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the SAC carwash!  It was a looooong day, but it was so much fun!  The weather was so nice, and I got horrible tan lines from it! LoL.Barbara and I were the publicity dream team! w00t!  We stood at the corner of Hwy 7 and Markham Rd waving our signs and doing little dances.  It was really quite disturbing to see how many wierdos there are in Markham...there were a bunch of old guys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109495534867125295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109495534867125295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109495534867125295' title='.: Suds, Soap, Squeejies and Bikinis :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109485614642468097</id><published>2004-09-10T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:00:22.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: I'm a survivor :.</title><summary type='text'>YES!  I have made it through the first week of school!  Actually, it wasn't even that bad.  The homework wasn't too hard and was minimal (except for the stupid calc stuff!).  I get to make pickles and write a fairy tale!I've changed my blog if you havn't noticed, and i did it from scratch! w00t! And guess what it was inspired by??*ELLA ENCHANTED*Such a good movie!  It's corny but cute, just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109485614642468097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109485614642468097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109485614642468097' title='.: I&apos;m a survivor :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109435520203329869</id><published>2004-09-04T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:33:22.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Fare thee well summer :.</title><summary type='text'>Once again, I've gone on a lack-of-blogging streak, oops! Well there's 2 days before school starts, and I'm actually excited to start...something I havn't really since grade 9, maybe it's because it's my last year.I really have high aspirations and expectations of this year.  I know I sorta slacked off my academics last year, and this year is going to be different.  I'm only taking 6 courses, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109435520203329869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109435520203329869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109435520203329869' title='.: Fare thee well summer :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109244801662983137</id><published>2004-08-13T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T22:34:19.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Banana Chakkalackals :.</title><summary type='text'>Bananas of the world unite! Haha! European handball tournaments are hilarious! Our team was OBVIOUSLY the best...and that's why we came last...Summer has been so amazing! And sadly, it's starting to come to an end. I know I shouldn't say that, but it's true! I mean, there's only one week of camp left! :'( Working at sports camp is one of the best jobs EVER! You get to work with cool staff and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109244801662983137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109244801662983137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109244801662983137' title='.: Banana Chakkalackals :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-109096600228177596</id><published>2004-07-27T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T17:06:05.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Y'all, FTE was wicked tight, eh? :.</title><summary type='text'>O.M.G...that was one of the best weeks of my LIFE!!  I love all of you americans (and 1 mexican too!!)  Not only did i actually learn economics (correction: we didn't just learn economics, we LIVED it! LoL), but i made 32 new wicked amazing friends!Random memories start now:winning $10 for knowing everyone's name, adjective and actioncapture the flagstar spangled banner*burp*... "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109096600228177596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/109096600228177596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109096600228177596' title='.: Y&apos;all, FTE was wicked tight, eh? :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-108852765736995471</id><published>2004-06-29T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T12:47:37.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.:  Walking in a Summer WONDERLAND!!  :.</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh…the thrills of Wonderland!  I don’t know how I survived not going at all last summer!  Yesterday was awesome!  Melissa, Lenna, Aimee and I went and it was SOO much fun!!  It was so good to see you again Aimee!!We went almost right when the park opened, but Me, Mel and Lenna had to go get our season passes first.  We ended up going in the wrong line, so we had to wait longer, and I actually</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108852765736995471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108852765736995471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108852765736995471' title='.:  Walking in a Summer WONDERLAND!!  :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-108821193015497680</id><published>2004-06-25T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T21:05:30.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH!!</title><summary type='text'>WTF?!  I'm going to rip my hair out and feed it to the messed up inside out leopards with long tongues that live in HELL!!!!Bad news guys.  Guess what?  My parents have decided to fill the pool after this summer...yes with cement, meaning 'bye bye pool!  See you NEVER AGAIN!'Oh, and it gets even better!  Up until today, my dad kept refusing to even open the pool...great way to get the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108821193015497680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108821193015497680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108821193015497680' title='BAH!!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-108804395885175435</id><published>2004-06-23T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:07:47.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Summer Lovin:.</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's true, I'm still alive!  And i'm back with a new layout too! I redid the whole thing from scratch...and queerly enough, it still sorta looks like my old template...bleh whatever!  For any town of markham camp people out there, yes, my theme was inspired by the crazy sun guy on our shirts...but anyhoo, on to a more important topic...SUMMER!!!Haiku for summer:Summer is so hotLiterally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108804395885175435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108804395885175435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108804395885175435' title='.:Summer Lovin:.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-108311226837451232</id><published>2004-04-27T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:06:44.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: SOARin through life!! :.</title><summary type='text'>I don't even know where to start, this past week has been the most amazing one ever!  I guess the only logical place to start would be at the beginning... (no durr....lol)So it all started on Saturday April 17, the YRPC skillbuilders retreat.  Let's just say it was a LOOOOONG night, but definately an amazing one.  That was the night I first met all my super new friends from SOAR!!!!!  Random </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108311226837451232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108311226837451232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311226837451232' title='.: SOARin through life!! :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-108145657569442095</id><published>2004-04-08T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:07:10.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Prommin it up :.</title><summary type='text'>Wheeee!!  So, today i was asked to prom!  Who's the hot date?  Andrew Panday!!  I'm so excited!!  An awesome way to end the day before the four day weekend!  YAY!!  And it all just adds to my excitement!!  I'm SOOO excited for tomorrow too!!  Oh yeah, Me, Stace, KT and Tulley are gonna party it up!!  w00t!!  Oh long weekends, how I quaish you...Other old news...Wake-a-thon was so much fun!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108145657569442095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108145657569442095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145657569442095' title='.: Prommin it up :.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-108040943049210735</id><published>2004-03-27T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T23:52:56.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.: Krispy Kreme Bowling :.Well...Stacy already beat me to it, but oh well!!  Anyhoo, last night was one CRAZY night!!!  It was SO much fun!!!  It started with Stacy picking me up from my house to go to laserquest, where we were gonna meet up with Andrew Panday and Dan Bernholtz.  We were waiting for Andrew to call us and he was waiting for Dan to call him...SO Stacy and I had some time to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108040943049210735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/108040943049210735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040943049210735' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107992678061898987</id><published>2004-03-21T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T23:52:41.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.: My Veal Schpeal on March Break :.Mmm mmm...tis I the Veal Fiend!  Looking back at the glorious days of march break and savouring the weening hours left until school...let's take a look at the highlights of March break...*weeeoooo weeeooo!  Flying back in time....*♥  signal♥  Starsky and Hutch- "DO it!", the pony, "You cross the line, your nuts are mine!"♥  shoppin w/ mom!♥  stealing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107992678061898987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107992678061898987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107992678061898987' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107956360512266812</id><published>2004-03-17T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T23:52:19.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.: Confessions of a Teenage Boy Band Brotha :.Yesterday was a mother-daughter bonding day-  or in other words, a crazy day of shopping!!!!  My mom and i went to Yorkdale mall and there were some crazy sales goin on in Fairweather!!!  Buy a sweater for $40 and get the pants free!  Yes, I know that still means that each piece was still $20, but when they phrase it like that, it's so hard to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107956360512266812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107956360512266812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956360512266812' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107923884271858686</id><published>2004-03-13T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:16:56.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.: School of Rock :.YEAH!  I love that movie!  Jack Black is one freakin funny guy!  Those kids were SO good!  Makes me wanna play the electric guitar now!  Wheeee!  And i must say, that I have a better appreciation for rock music now.  i really like "Immigrant Song" by Led ZeppElin....but rock will never take the special place in my heart like "REGGAE" (my type of music according to the guys..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107923884271858686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107923884271858686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923884271858686' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107853921592206479</id><published>2004-03-05T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:41:16.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.: The bravest thing:."In through the nose, out through the mouth..."  The wise words of mimi as she tries to get me to calm down and stop hyperventilating.  I was a nervous wreck during second period art today, so much so that i almost peed my pants.  I'd like to thank Mimi for offering her role play techniques...even though i didn't use them, and they would have been no help at all.It all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107853921592206479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107853921592206479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107853921592206479' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107836393208943469</id><published>2004-03-03T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:47:47.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.: Rent-A-Date It Up! :."I'm so sad i have no date (I'm so sad i have no date)Oh i wish i had a date (Oh i wish i had a date)Where can i obtain a date? (Where can i obtain a date?)Everybody Rent-A-Date! (Everybody Rent-A-Date!)Rent-A-Date, Rent-A-Date, Come sign up for Rent-a-Date!Rent-A-Date, Rent-A-Date, Everybody Rent-a-Date!"That's right, today was Rent-a-Date wOOt!  Cyber props to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107836393208943469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107836393208943469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836393208943469' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107809932242409545</id><published>2004-02-29T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:04:57.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.: Something Wonderful :.I feel so inspired!  This afternoon I went to see "The King and I" at Markham Theatre.  It was absolutely AMAZING!  I love that musical!  And the songs are so good!  My cousin was one of the children, and my aunt got us super dooper seats!  3rd row, center!  Craig Stickland was in it too, and omg, he has an AWESOME voice!  I never knew he could sing like that!Anyhoo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107809932242409545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107809932242409545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107809932242409545' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107741136722722185</id><published>2004-02-21T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T19:59:18.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.: "TOM" should die and never come back :.Yes, "he" really should.  Don't worry all you Toms out there, the "TOM" i speak of is one that none of you know, except for the girls (and possibly some guys...lol).I hate "TOM" even more when it seems like "he" and my family team up on me and try to make my life a living hell!!  "He" already puts me in a crappy mood, but with my parents harping on me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107741136722722185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107741136722722185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107741136722722185' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107680964820231914</id><published>2004-02-14T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T20:50:02.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:L-O-V-E:.*sigh* there is a lack of the above word in my life, and yet it's really no one else's fault but mine.  You can call me a chicken, a wuss, a pansy, whatever you want, because it's probably true.  I'm scared, that's the bottom line.And yet, on this glorious Valentines Day, I don't really care all that much.  Perhaps it's because I'm not ready for a relationship.  Perhaps it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107680964820231914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107680964820231914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107680964820231914' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107618268719427039</id><published>2004-02-07T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T14:40:31.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.: My addiction:.Don't worry, it's not a bad addiction...it's my msn addiction.  My dad was totally right, it's taking over my life!  And I love it!  I get to talk to people I wouldn't normally talk to, and Mimi's webcam is so freakin cool!Well, this addiction has lead to many different things, one being that I feel more in-touch with everyone.  I hear the latest gossip and stay up till the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107618268719427039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107618268719427039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618268719427039' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107568406764229599</id><published>2004-02-01T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:42:20.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:Rebel This:.As some of u may already have noticed, i can now be found online....sambony3@hotmail.com  That's right, without my dad knowing, i have gotten msn.  it all started with a tip from canny.  she said i already had it as windows messenger, i just had to sign in.  so i thought, well, i didn't actually go download it, it was just there!  and so i signed in and became *dun dun dun* one of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107568406764229599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107568406764229599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107568406764229599' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107551029663247009</id><published>2004-01-30T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:53:50.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Don't be all up in my kool aid"yes, as yinny has already blogged about Bring it on Again, i won't say too much about it other than:~  cheezy movie (almost as cheezy as the Cheetah Girls...but i still loved it!)~  u can't go making stereotypes of guyz with shags from "Derek", cuz he was just butt ugly no matter what~  who names their kid "Whittier"?alright, but on to more serious matters..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107551029663247009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107551029663247009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107551029663247009' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107525494810671715</id><published>2004-01-27T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T20:59:19.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personality Quiz The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by Quizilla♥ Sam</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107525494810671715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107525494810671715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525494810671715' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107525076441182304</id><published>2004-01-27T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T19:48:13.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeh yeh!!oh yeah!  i'm done.  finished.  kaput.  je suis finis!  wheee!  no more exams for me!  although my last day of exams started off like crap because it involved me waking up really early to study more for physics, and was followed by me failing physics, it ended off with a bang cuz the bio exam was so freakin easy!!!!and now that those two are over, it's a five day weekend baby!  woot!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107525076441182304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107525076441182304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525076441182304' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107498325670303077</id><published>2004-01-24T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T17:40:38.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me...Me...well, today is a special day!  today a special person celebrates the world, one year older.  today is Tatyana Ali's Birthday!!!Ha, jk!  i'd just like to take the time to wish mimi, a very happy sweet sixteen!  hope it's not sour!  haha!  i'm so funny!  i crack myself up!  I'm so cheezy!  Hold up...not as cheezy as the CHEETAH GIRLS though...they're just plain..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107498325670303077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107498325670303077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107498325670303077' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107474192565362311</id><published>2004-01-21T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T22:54:27.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the purse effecthave you ever noticed the strange effects a purse can have on you?  i never knew such a thing even existed until today, the day that changed my life (not really...).  This is how it all began:It has become a tradition that every year during January summatives, Mimi and myself would come together in a celebration of cloth meeting pointy steel.  In grade 9, it started out as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107474192565362311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107474192565362311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474192565362311' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107465367585140256</id><published>2004-01-20T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T22:19:28.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the s_cense of life...again, new template.  i always seem to be changing it and trying out new things.  i think it's cool!  and what's even cooler is my crazy (and quite cheezy) game i made up over there --&gt;I think it's funny...anyhoo, the english exam today was death...well, not quite death, but close to it.  In an ugly attempt to make reference to the dreaded "Hollow Men", i believe that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107465367585140256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107465367585140256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465367585140256' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107448571516716266</id><published>2004-01-18T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T23:50:36.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And they all lived happily ever after...babyThe next day at a party*bump* Mimi: OI!! Yo, why the hell did you hit me?Justin S:  Oh well if I knew it was you, I wouldnt of hit you.Mimi: Duck off. (change the "D" to a "f"...trying to keep this PG here!)Justin S: Same to you!!*Storm off in different directions.**Two mysterious people enter playing snake charmers.*Magically Mimi and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107448571516716266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107448571516716266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448571516716266' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107447637556867273</id><published>2004-01-18T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:05:26.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nipple stickers for yinnythat's right yinny, infinity nipple stickers for u!  u think ur so funny with ur "UNsexy List" eh?  well guess what?!#1...he's NOT sexy-ugly!#2...the shag is HOT!#3...what r u talking about?  i'm damn sexy!#4...what boy toys?hehe!  i bet u have nipple hair!  u just try to hide it by letting everyone know about cam's!  oh, and another thing...i started the "snaps" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107447637556867273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107447637556867273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447637556867273' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107405329144685166</id><published>2004-01-13T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T23:10:02.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chicken noodle shoewell...there's actually not that much to write about today...OH YEAH!!!! I remember something now!  Last night at soccer rocked!  i actually played a really good game!  i had the ball control, i made sweet passes, i almost  scored twice...yet we still tied...but oh well!  at least i hear joel played like crap!  haha!yup...today my art summative was kinda messed.  we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107405329144685166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107405329144685166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107405329144685166' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107377568572784548</id><published>2004-01-10T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T20:52:51.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ow...my ass hurts...damn snowboarding!  how can it be so fun, yet hurt so much?  well, today me, toria and moen went boarding at dagmar, and we had a hell of a time!  what's better than boarding and scoping out guys?  *wink toria*i'm actually very proud of myself!  it was my first time snowboarding and i wasn't as bad as i thought!  i even made it down the hill (turning and everything!) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107377568572784548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107377568572784548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107377568572784548' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107335291410013624</id><published>2004-01-05T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T20:35:33.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna go back*sigh*  i definately want to go back to the good old days, the days when i could sleep in, waste my time on the computer and watching tv, the days when i could be carefree and not think about school and work...wait a minute, that was yesterday.look at  me!  this is pathetic!  it's only the first day back at school and i'm complaining!  goddammit!  i'm such a cheez brain!  well,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107335291410013624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107335291410013624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107335291410013624' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107326114021485364</id><published>2004-01-04T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T19:05:59.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my last day of freedomCan you believe it?  Today is the last day of freedom before school starts!  I wish i could say that i spent my holidays effectively and efficiently, but the truth is, i feel like i've wasted alot of it by sleeping in and being lazy.  i've spent so much time on the computer (even without msn or icq) working on my stories, my websites, and fooling around with paint shop pro</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107326114021485364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107326114021485364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326114021485364' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107318941833779729</id><published>2004-01-03T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T12:09:34.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moonlight GiraffeYou heard me right, I said Moonlight Giraffe!  This is my new site that i've put a link to over there --&gt;It's the glowing one!  Yup!  This site contains my very own literature.  I just had this queer urge to write a story yesterday, and I have one chapter of it done.  I also started writing a story in the summer (which isn't finished).  I've posted both of these on my new site</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107318941833779729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107318941833779729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107318941833779729' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107306367066426432</id><published>2004-01-02T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T12:14:49.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uggg...I had more turkey for dinner last night, but in the form of turkey pot pie...i could've been good- if i wasn't sick of turkey already.  But on to more important things:New Years rocked the heezy fo sheezy!  Kudos to you yinny for an awesome party!  I had so much fun!  and i've got to say, we all looked pretty "chic" (well those of us who wore black and white anyways).  i don't know how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107306367066426432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107306367066426432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306367066426432' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107258058968535375</id><published>2003-12-27T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T22:03:26.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shrimptastic!aah, good ol' shrimp rings...they're mmm mmm good!  I could eat a whole horseful of them!  hamilton was good yesterday!  my aunt gave me the same book she gave me last year...but that's ok!  my dad, brother, uncle and i played some hardcore euchre last night, and boy was it intense!  i think we played for a total of about 3 hours.I went shopping with Elaine today!  it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107258058968535375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107258058968535375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107258058968535375' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107246213907828965</id><published>2003-12-26T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T22:05:26.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boxers...today is a special day!  it's...boxing day!  but why is it called boxing day?  could it be a thousand year old druid tradition of wearing your boxers on your head and running around screaming, "By golly!  Did you know there are boxers on your head?"  spoken of course in an australian accent.or could it be that people used to stick boxing gloves on chickens, throw them in a boxing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107246213907828965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107246213907828965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107246213907828965' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107229954713938825</id><published>2003-12-24T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T15:59:22.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmm....Oh the smell of stuffing, the yummy look of stuffing, the taste of stuffing!  i've spent most of my day cooking with my dad and getting ready for our big christmas dinner tomorrow!  the best part of any christmas dinner of course is the stuffing, especially if it's my dad's AMAZING chestnut stuffing!  it's so...orgasmic and flavourlicious!  it's taking all my will power not to devour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107229954713938825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107229954713938825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107229954713938825' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107203211438102392</id><published>2003-12-21T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T13:42:09.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Flakes!</title><summary type='text'>hey guys!  this is gonna be real short for now!  how do u like my new template?  i'm workin on it!  pleez ignore the falling"x-boxes"  hehe...i made a pun!  they're supposed to be snowflakes...if any one knows how to upload images to this server, PLEEZ let me know asap!  then the snowflakes will show up!  yay!i'll be adding links soon, but now it is time for lunch, and seeing as i enjoy the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107203211438102392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107203211438102392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107203211438102392' title='Snow Flakes!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107186825781570634</id><published>2003-12-19T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T16:11:12.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow!  what a day!  it totally rocked!  first of all, it was the last day of school!  but the best part HAD to be the Holiday Assembly!  It was AmAzInG!!!All the acts were so good, and i mean SO good!  The SAC video was hilarious and it was cool to see some of u guys in it (Dennis, Kuldip, Joel, Ryan and James...i want u back!)  haha!  but the highlight of the event was the teachers!  they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107186825781570634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107186825781570634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107186825781570634' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107171105340040300</id><published>2003-12-17T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T20:31:07.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And wine will run like a waterfall, and our happiness will conquer all!"english, oh english, how i love thee! And even more, my dear poetry i'm no shakespearean punk as some might say, but i feel like writing in ryhyme today!it was my second day in class,but needless to say, i still felt like asscoughing fits, i  had my sharewishing i was at home watching care bearsthe rescuers down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107171105340040300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107171105340040300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171105340040300' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107153596623570844</id><published>2003-12-15T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T19:53:00.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright!  i'm back, and i'm not dead ( i think).  missed another day of school today.  i didn't want to, but i was coughing ALOT etc. etc. and my mom made me stay home (rather she didn't wake me up till 10am). i went to the doctors today and they made me wear a mask...safety precautions they say...i say SARS...anyhoo, turns out i have bronchitus which mimi laughed at because she just studied it</summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107126525308312804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107126525308312804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126525308312804' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107125304464094025</id><published>2003-12-12T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T13:17:37.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ugh.  if i could choose one word to describe how i feel right now, it would be ugh.  i've been sick for the past 2 dayz and it seems as though the only good thing that came from that is not having to go to school.i probably look like Rudolph the Red nosed reindeer right now, after blowing my freakin nose 24/7.  my throat feels like a frog (is that possible?), and my head is swimming with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107125304464094025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107125304464094025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107125304464094025' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107094575166319564</id><published>2003-12-08T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:56:03.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, i'm back.  i couldn't help it.  this blogging business is, dare i say, addicting?  well besides that, i am dead tired.  i just got home from soccer and took a shower.  i hate indoor soccer.  it can burn in hell.  u know who else can burn in hell?  the red team.  that would be: joel, ryan, adam, ian, candice and the wierd coach's daughter who walks on her freakin toes.  argh!!but no matter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107094575166319564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107094575166319564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107094575166319564' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107092253759660656</id><published>2003-12-08T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T17:29:09.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pune de neige!alrite, who wants some pune de neige?  that was seriously one of the wierdest things i have ever seen.  oh tulley and her wierdness...let's see, today wuzn't too bad...candice and i were called tree killers in mr. christoff's (merry christoff mr. christmas!) class during our 9or session, i totally forgot i had an art history test (but i still did good!), i filmed my part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107092253759660656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107092253759660656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092253759660656' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107085360407380885</id><published>2003-12-07T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T22:20:15.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, i decided not to do my english.  maybe i'll do it tomorrow at lunch..who knows?  u know what?  i think these blog things are so cool!  but of course, mines the best!  it has a name!  oh Bloggy, how i luv u!  hehe!well, my weekend's been ok...except for yesterday.  yesterday kinda sucked.  i've been teaching a musical theatre class (dancing, singing, acting) for the past 10 weeks and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107085360407380885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107085360407380885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samheather.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085360407380885' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04191189023160912128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178391.post-107085094658355637</id><published>2003-12-07T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T21:37:43.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi dee ho!  thought this blogging thing wuz kinda cool...so i started one myself!  don't know if i'll actually post stuff alot, but who knows?  i kept a diary once...that lasted about 1 week.  don't know where it is now..: one hour later :.Ahahaha!  take that!  the html monster tried to eat me, but only prevailed in eating my left shoe (sounds kinda like stitch...)  anyhoo, check out my new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107085094658355637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178391/posts/default/107085094658355637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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