<?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-16840064</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:52.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on my planet this is called decent behavior</title><subtitle type='html'>or: what not to do while you are me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>unicorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15632903570470123317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Unicorn81/happybunny.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840064.post-113267056134786523</id><published>2005-11-22T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:14:19.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just join the line with unicorn</title><content type='html'>I saw Harry Potter 4 last Friday, great movie.&lt;br /&gt;And something happened I just have to write about.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;What are the odds that you stay in line for a movie and the person in front of you is like a long lost friend?&lt;br /&gt;All right I never met him before but honestly we have so much in common, it's scary... Really scary! We had to wait in line for about 1 1/2 hour and we talked the hole time through. My parents and his Mom were present so it was kinnda weird but nice =^^=&lt;br /&gt;No need to introduce him anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Usually I do not like to talk to total strangers (except when I'm working, then I have to) but it's really easy to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;We just agreed not to tell anybody that we've met in line for Harry Potter 4, so shhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was an awesome movie though XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best wishes, unicorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840064-113267056134786523?l=americanunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/113267056134786523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840064&amp;postID=113267056134786523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/113267056134786523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/113267056134786523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-join-line-with-unicorn.html' title='just join the line with unicorn'/><author><name>unicorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15632903570470123317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Unicorn81/happybunny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840064.post-112977313992329047</id><published>2005-10-19T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:07:48.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a unicorn kind of preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So much to write and so little time&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Hurricane Wilma is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm happy about this, Hurricane preparation requires a hell lot of work: putting plywood an the windows, fighting over gas at the gas stations, arguing who is getting the last can of canned something (just so that you feel safer there is something to eat when the world goes bye-bye) and having a screaming Dad because everything is under control but he is not the one who has THE control. And when Dad screams you know Mom's gonna start every second. And at the end it's all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how would a unicorn prepare herself for a hurricane if there wouldn't be parents to take care of? (it's not that they are to old to care for themselves, but when they are already screaming someone has to finish the rest... guess who!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;all right, first of all food which would include Muffins and Cake (the kind that's still fresh even when the world has been invaded by pink aliens [yes, they ARE pink] and Mice are the head of government), canned peas and beans and a lot or ramen (use a powerless burner operating fondue as water heater)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books Books Books and candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;third of all cigarettes! a HUGE amount of cigarettes (don't forget the lighters!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batteries and flashlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alcohol! What else is there to do? Smoking reading cake eating and drinking, no better way to go down XD Maybe some cocktails going on, luv cocktails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;than, not to forget to make ready some signs, just to have them prepared in case you get flooded (saying something like: "SAVE MY DOGS!!! and maybe me" "I'm here, who's there?!" "got more cigarettes?" "Beer? This way!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I ALWAYS need is a first-help kit with band-aid and other goodies (I'm prone to injuries) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;the lucky thing is though, that if unicorn would life by herself she would already have this stuff at home so she wouldn't go through all the last minute shopping stress at Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;But I love my parents and right now it's best to stay at their place, so I have to deal with it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you read this stuff and think that I should take Wilma more seriously after what happened in Louisiana. Trust me, I take it serious! It's just, that there is no need to be so serious ALL the time. A hurricane is coming and there is nothing on this planet that's gonna stop "her"!! We had 3 hurricanes last year and I'm everything but scared (just wondering why all hurricanes we are having down here in FL are always coming on weekends?! is FL their weekend trip destination???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I just have one plea to all the pet owners here in FL: PLEASE don't dump your animals because you have to much to deal with during the aftermath. Your dogs and cats are as scared as you are, even more! They need you as much as your children do: THEY ARE PART OF THE FAMILY!!!! Don't dump them, don't leave them because they are NOT better off at the place you leave them - they are better off with their beloved family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840064-112977313992329047?l=americanunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112977313992329047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840064&amp;postID=112977313992329047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112977313992329047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112977313992329047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/10/unicorn-kind-of-preparation.html' title='a unicorn kind of preparation'/><author><name>unicorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15632903570470123317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Unicorn81/happybunny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840064.post-112811140383811727</id><published>2005-10-01T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:04:43.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how the unicorn got her scrub II</title><content type='html'>Wow, it took me a hell lot of time to get me to write my next post &lt;br /&gt;(1o days O.O)...&lt;br /&gt;THAT's what I call commitment &gt;___&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm so lazy *blush*&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;all right, a lot of american nurses asked me about nursing schools in Germany, so I think I should push myself to write my little story about how the unicorn got her nursing license.&lt;br /&gt;AND, who would have guessed: when I'm involved, even a "piece of cake" can be like redefining quantum physics o___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get your license in America, you have to pass the Boards test of the State you want to work in (like I had to pass the Boards test for FL). The test consists of one computerized multiple choice test and you can get 75 to 265 questions depending on how (in my case) lucky (knowledgeable for "normal" people) you are... it was a very very unlucky day for me&lt;br /&gt;BUT I passed ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Germany, after attending nursing school for three years, you have to take a test, too.&lt;br /&gt;A test which constists of 3 parts taking about 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;paper based multiple choice test (which takes up to one week because you're getting tested for every area separately)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;practical (hands-on) test (you have to take care of 2-3 patients and an examiner is with you in the room, standing there and watching you with eagle eyes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;verbal test (7-9 teachers are sitting in front of you (incl. someone from the department of health) and you have to answer questions of every area (2-3 questions per area)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;hell, was I nervous... I already began being anxious about the nursing exam when I attended my first day of nursing school o___O&lt;br /&gt;Just when I heard the words "nursing exam" I began chewing up my fingernails down to the hip bones - NO I'm not a test taking person! (and I want to attend veterinary school... go figure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that the verbal test would be hardest on me, because I'm more the writing than the talking kind of person (even though I'm talking and talking and talking...... and talking) but I freaked out 1 week before the practical test (and went mental 24 hrs before test started).&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared that I cried like a waterfall and by best friend had to stay the night at my place because I really went berserk. I had more items on my "how to run away and hide" list than on my "what to watch out for during horrible lets-do-suicide tests" list, BUT I made it =^^=&lt;br /&gt;The paper based multiple choice test was a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;During my practical test one of my patients with severe dementia urinated on the floor ( but other than that, everything went smoothly (due to all the crying my face looked like the day of the interview (see previous post))&lt;br /&gt;The verbal test was pretty tough, though. After half of the questioning I was so confused and worn out, that I had a black out during psych (my strongest and most favorite subject) but somehow I managed to pass, too and so I got my license *booya*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I just hope I never have to go through something like that again- EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong! I love to learn, I love to gain more knowledge and insight! It's just that I'm the worst test taker the surface of planet earth has (and will) ever see(n).&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;A couple of people have asked for my opinion what I think which test was harder, the American or the German one. To be honest, none of them is harder or easier because you just can't compare them.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the americ. test sounds simpler I had to study my *** off to pass.&lt;br /&gt;The computer generates the questions to your level of knowledge: if you mess up one question the next one will be kind of the same way as the one you missed.&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a weak area, be prepared for a rough time!&lt;br /&gt;Also you have to know almost every medication out there.... and trust me, there are A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I'm done with this one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses out there know a lot, they went through a lot to be able to help you in case you need them and I'm proud to be a part of them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unicorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840064-112811140383811727?l=americanunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112811140383811727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840064&amp;postID=112811140383811727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112811140383811727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112811140383811727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-unicorn-got-her-scrub-ii.html' title='how the unicorn got her scrub II'/><author><name>unicorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15632903570470123317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Unicorn81/happybunny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840064.post-112722556838110155</id><published>2005-09-20T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:15:07.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how the unicorn got her scrub</title><content type='html'>OMG, I don't even wanna remember that day *gg*&lt;br /&gt;How embarrassing... oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could imagine myself working in an office environment maybe just because I grew up in one (Dad has is own company). So working in a medical field was just the thing I always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big animal lover and being a vet would be the most logical think, but back then I was terrified of the idea of euthanizing an animal.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to become a doctor for humans but what really interested me was nursing.&lt;br /&gt;My grandaunts (my grandma's sisters) are twins and both worked as nurses during WWII in Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a little pigtails wearing brat I loved to listen to their stories. I didn't know much about nurses but I knew I wanted to become one and so I applied at the nearest nursing school in my hometown in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;After some waiting I received an invitation for an interview: and that's how the drama started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two or three days before the interview my boyfriend dumped me and I was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;He really meant a lot to me and I was crying my eyes out like a toddler who isn't getting the expansive toy he wants.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were swollen, my nose was red, I looked like a 90-year-old sandbag who never saw water for 3 millenniums and I really REALLY wasn't caring what I was wearing- I felt like my life was over, looked dead and I had nothing to lose.... just like any other 17-year-old who lost THE love of their life... you get the picture&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I had an interview to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the interview I really tried to look as normal as possible what is almost like a miracle when you've cried out about 275% of your body fluids.&lt;br /&gt;In Germany it's not really easy to get into any kind of apprenticeship, it's a hard fight and at this time I wasn't even able to breathe w/o whining.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the interview.&lt;br /&gt;The head of the school and one of the teachers directed me into a small room where the interview would be held, I sat down and they asked me a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember what happened at that interview, what they asked and what I answered. But I remember that they ask me things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"what are your most positive features?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"why shouldn't we accept you?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"why do you want to be a nurse?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"what are the tasks of a nurse?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;... and so on.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I couldn't see anything because my eyes were filled with tears. Trying not to cry was helpless, my tear ducts were out of control but the both persons in front of me acted very professional. They didn't say anything, they just asked, nodded and smiled when I tried to make a little joke (at least I think I made one because I remember them laughing... or they were crying with me o____O)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, until today, almost 6 years after that event, I still don't know what I told them but it had to be something impressive because I got accepted and graduated =^^=&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget how I sat there crying.. I don't think they felt pity for me because our school teachers where very strict (but also very fair).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm a German RN and passed my board here in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;I loved working in the ER and Psych and I hope I'm gonna work in these areas again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a big animal lover and I'm thinking about attending vet-school in a couple of years... just hope nobody is gonna dump be when I'm gonna have my interview then &gt;___&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;unicorn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840064-112722556838110155?l=americanunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112722556838110155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840064&amp;postID=112722556838110155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112722556838110155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112722556838110155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-unicorn-got-her-scrub.html' title='how the unicorn got her scrub'/><author><name>unicorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15632903570470123317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Unicorn81/happybunny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840064.post-112707069037827990</id><published>2005-09-18T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:17:32.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unicorn vs. choir</title><content type='html'>not a big story, but better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not Miss Chaos herself is in a church choir here in the Sunshine State XD&lt;br /&gt;I was in a choir before - in Germany. I went to the school choir, adult church choir and church youth choir.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since last Tuesday I'm in the local church choir and today I had my first appearance in the mass. Yes right after my first rehearsal I had to go and sing in public.&lt;br /&gt;Not really a problem, don't have stage fright or something like that, it's just that I have to get used to the routine and it takes more than one rehearsal to get me used to anything.&lt;br /&gt;But after all, I think I did a pretty good job. Didn't fall off the stage, didn't sing the wrong song out loud so everybody would notice and didn't make any freaky body noises while everything and everybody was quiet- No, I really behaved well.&lt;br /&gt;Only bad thing: I tried so hard to make a good impression for my first public americ. choir performance that I looked like a Stepford wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of telling you the story of my flawless performance today, I should tell you about my smartass-performance last Tuesday when I was at the rehearsal for the first time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were rehearsing the x-mas mass and the choir-leader-lady (short: CLL) thought it would be a pretty fly idea to sing "Silent Night" in German (aka "Stille Nacht"). "Well, no problem there" I thought ... WRONG&lt;br /&gt;CLL wanted to sing "Stille Nacht" in front of the choir so that all of us singers would be able to pronounce the German words... she did a pretty good job, really (!!) but her americ. accent was so cute, I couldn't help but laugh (I tried hard not to... I tried &gt;__&lt;) Remember, that was my first day... oh poo, there went my first good impression.&lt;br /&gt;Here you see a quote of a conversation that followed right after I started to laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: uh, Ma'm I don't wanna be a smartass, BUT....&lt;br /&gt;CLL: what is it, did I pronounce something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Me: uuuuuhhhhhh... yeah.... kind of...&lt;br /&gt;CLL: Don't tell me you are German!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: well... yeah.... kind of.... (wow, my exuberant giant eloquentce is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; creepy)&lt;br /&gt;CLL: you are? And all the time you were listening to my bad pronunciation?&lt;br /&gt;Me: well.... I thought it was cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(big laughter from everybody)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLL: I didn't know you were German, how long do you live here in the US?&lt;br /&gt;Me: for three 1/2 years now&lt;br /&gt;CLL: I didn't notice any German accent.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's because back in Germany I had a "D" in English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(big laughter from everybody... again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I always had a "D" in English... f*#$@ english-teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though I'm a smartass and look like a Stepford wife, everybody is very kind and I feel VERY welcome- THX GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I mention that I can't sing? I really really can't- Not one note........ what a cruel world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840064-112707069037827990?l=americanunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112707069037827990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840064&amp;postID=112707069037827990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112707069037827990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112707069037827990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/09/unicorn-vs-choir.html' title='unicorn vs. choir'/><author><name>unicorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15632903570470123317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Unicorn81/happybunny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16840064.post-112698019598658641</id><published>2005-09-17T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T15:00:28.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this little light of mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... I'm gonna put it on-line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;why am I creating a blog? Good question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Answer? well..... yeah.... it should be somewhere in the back of my head, I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ah, what the heck, I don't need a reason to spam around the www, do I?&lt;br /&gt;There is so much bull*%#@ out there, why not add more- booya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No, to be honest I want to have a blog so I can show the world that I'm realy, REALY trying to be a good girl but all the chaos is coming to me- I'M INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;My life is a mess! I want a quiet, boring life BUT NO, the Chaos our solarsytem is based on seems to run my life &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;well, thats enough for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;unicorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16840064-112698019598658641?l=americanunicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/112698019598658641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16840064&amp;postID=112698019598658641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112698019598658641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16840064/posts/default/112698019598658641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanunicorn.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-little-light-of-mine.html' title='this little light of mine...'/><author><name>unicorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15632903570470123317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Unicorn81/happybunny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
