<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 08 May 2010 21:38:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Rebecca's Life</title><description></description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-5698109679426029872</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-07T12:41:22.944-05:00</atom:updated><title>90's Kid</title><description>I came across this and sadly it is true. This makes me miss the days of just being able to worry about being a kid. &lt;br /&gt;You're a 90's kid if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can finish this [ice ice _ _ _ _ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching:&lt;br /&gt;-Doug&lt;br /&gt;-Ren &amp; Stimpy&lt;br /&gt;-Pinky and the Brain&lt;br /&gt;-AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!&lt;br /&gt;-Rockos modern Life.&lt;br /&gt;-Gargoyles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west Philadelphia born and raised . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember:&lt;br /&gt;-LEGENDS OF THE HIDDEN TEMPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Step by Step&lt;br /&gt;-Family Matters!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;-Boy Meets World!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Wild and Crazy Kids&lt;br /&gt;-Married with Children&lt;br /&gt;-GUTS&lt;br /&gt;-Clarissa Explains it All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up early&lt;br /&gt;on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember reading "Goosebumps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everything was settled by:&lt;br /&gt;-rock paper scissors or&lt;br /&gt;-bubble gum bubble gum in a dish or&lt;br /&gt;-daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky.&lt;br /&gt;-skunk in the barn yard&lt;br /&gt;-ms. mary mack&lt;br /&gt;-big mac a tea a tea&lt;br /&gt;-Bo bo, say rotten totten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when cops and robbers was a daily activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we played Hide and go seek until our legs grew numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we used to obey our parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Planet. He's a Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember The Original (Big Gray) Game Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching:&lt;br /&gt;-The Magic School Bus&lt;br /&gt;-Wishbone&lt;br /&gt;-Reading Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;-and Ghostwriter on PBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Pac was BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember those Where's Waldo books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum from that paint bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching:&lt;br /&gt;-the 1st Batman&lt;br /&gt;-Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;-Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;-ghost busters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember Ring Pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember drinking Surge, and Tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played and/or collected "Pogs" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word. . . . . . . . Furbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan was a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You collected those Beanie Babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carebears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak was the coolest stuff invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambchop's song never ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old dollar bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver dollars, which were cool to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone watched the WB and yelled at people who interrupted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You collected all the Troll dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you even know what an original walkman is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you still have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the Macarena by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the MySpace frenzy . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Internet &amp; text messaging . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sidekicks &amp; iPods . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before MIKE JONES . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Spongebob . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When light up sneakers were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When gas was $0.95 a gallon &amp; Caller ID was a new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we recorded&lt;br /&gt;stuff on VCRs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When checking out drawing books and that one book about the rainbow fish from the library was THE cool thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had slap bracelets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Actually played outside until it was dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-5698109679426029872?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2007/11/90s-kid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-117157194090733059</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-15T15:39:00.913-05:00</atom:updated><title>RIP Grandma</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/391404295/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/391404295_8073075946_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just got back from classes and was going through my hard drive and I found this picture. I started to cry right away. I can't believe next to my Grandma's name it will say 1922-2007 and not blank anymore. A year ago we went to see the cemetry that my grandfather was burried. I didn't think it would be less than a year that my Grandma would be there too. This past week has been really hard. I miss her so much. I just hope where-ever she is that she is happy and looking down at my family and being proud of us.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-117157194090733059?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2007/02/rip-grandma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-117157120355258312</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-15T15:26:43.566-05:00</atom:updated><title>Survery Time</title><description>THIS IS A ONE WORD ANSWER SURVEY.. SO THIS MEANS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;Can.&lt;br /&gt;Only.&lt;br /&gt;Type.&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;it's.&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as easy as you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?:&lt;br /&gt;Annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?:&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?:&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing?:&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma was still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?:&lt;br /&gt;Sherry Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. dream car?&lt;br /&gt;I duno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in:&lt;br /&gt;Dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear:&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting My Grandma’s Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be in 10 years:&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last night:&lt;br /&gt;Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not:&lt;br /&gt;Angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items:&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHHH? WHERE'S 18?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did:&lt;br /&gt;Ate Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing:&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your tv:&lt;br /&gt;Toshiba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet:&lt;br /&gt;@ Tech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer:&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life:&lt;br /&gt;Busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. your home?&lt;br /&gt;Far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your fridge?&lt;br /&gt;Packed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your work?&lt;br /&gt;Alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer:&lt;br /&gt;Busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status:&lt;br /&gt;Taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Your favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Last time you laughed:&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time started: 2:50 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;1] Is there someone who you like at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] Does that someone know that you like them?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] What is your all-time favorite romance movie?&lt;br /&gt;A WalkToRemember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] How many times can you honestly say you've been in love...?&lt;br /&gt;A Few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6] Do you think that you should put your friends first or your bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;Both Are Equally Important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7] Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8] What do you think about long-distance relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9] Your thoughts on online relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1O] Would you rather date someone five years older or five years younger?&lt;br /&gt;Older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11? this is getting stupid and old. stop leaving out a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12] Do you believe the statement, "Once a cheater always a cheater?"&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13] How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14] Do you usually fall for the right boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15] What is your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16] What are your views on gay marriage?&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17] Do you believe you truly only love once?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18] Imagine you're 79 &amp; your spouse just died. Would you re-marry?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19] At what age did you start noticing the prefered sex?&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20] Do you think that someone likes you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name-- Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;2. Zodiac sign- Pices&lt;br /&gt;3. Eye color -- Blue&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite color -- Blue&lt;br /&gt;5. Glasses –- Yup&lt;br /&gt;6. Tattoos -- Want One &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO 9-11????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAVE YOU EVER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Cut your own hair?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Skipped school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Bungee-jumped?&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Punched someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cheated on a test?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Broken in someone's house?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Been Rejected?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Been to a funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Used a lighter?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Been on stage?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAVORITE*&lt;br /&gt;24. Season --&lt;br /&gt;Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Food --&lt;br /&gt;Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26-27????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Breakfast --&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Person --&lt;br /&gt;Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Book --&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 TV show--&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Lake --&lt;br /&gt;Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 Song --&lt;br /&gt;Amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Sport to watch on TV --&lt;br /&gt;Dog Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Color --&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Name for a son --&lt;br /&gt;Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Name for a daughter --&lt;br /&gt;Delia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DO YOU PREFER*&lt;br /&gt;40. Coffee or Cappuccino? -&lt;br /&gt;Niether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Long or short relationships? -&lt;br /&gt;Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Scary movies or comedies? -&lt;br /&gt;Comedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Short or long hair on the prefered sex?&lt;br /&gt;Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Fruits or vegetables? -&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FIRST THINGS THAT COME TO MIND*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Chainsaw-&lt;br /&gt;Massacere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. School -&lt;br /&gt;Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Cows-&lt;br /&gt;Tubing Them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Canada -&lt;br /&gt;The Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Mouse -&lt;br /&gt;annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IN THE PAST 3 DAYS, HAVE YOU*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Talked on the phone? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;53. Watched a movie? No&lt;br /&gt;54. Cried? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;55. Smoked? - Nope&lt;br /&gt;56. Drank a glass of water? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;57. Used drugs? - Nope&lt;br /&gt;58. Read a book or magazine? - Textbook&lt;br /&gt;59. Watched TV? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;60. Had sex?- Nope&lt;br /&gt;61. Taken a shower? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;62. Taken a picture? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;63. Listened to music? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;64. Told someone you loved them? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;65. Watched a football game on tv? - No&lt;br /&gt;66. Stolen anything? - No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-117157120355258312?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2007/02/survery-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-116820475370812942</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jan 2007 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-07T16:19:13.753-05:00</atom:updated><title>Last Two Wisdom Teeth Removed</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/349462205/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/349462205_08334a490c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Friday I got my last two upper wisdom teeth pulled. It was nothing at all but of course some people don't know how to put in an IV cath for there life. So the only pain I am left with is this big black and blue on my arm.  Well that is all...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-116820475370812942?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2007/01/last-two-wisdom-teeth-removed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-114711074176371015</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-08T13:54:25.903-04:00</atom:updated><title>Update</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/142873306/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/142873306_805eba7754_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cant believe we are so close to finals already. This year went by so fast it is crazy. Soon it will be the summer and I can't wait for it. Today I finally got back my parasit test and I got a 90% on it just what I wanted so I was pretty happy about that.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-114711074176371015?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2006/05/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-114528671519124684</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2006 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-17T11:13:44.516-04:00</atom:updated><title>WOW.....</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/130148910/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/130148910_371aa090f5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was really nervous today to go find out what I got on my RATS test that we took before break. I finally got enough guts and went and looked p.s. I got a 91 on it. I was so happy that just takes off like half the stress I have been carying. Well got to go eat ttyl&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-114528671519124684?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2006/04/wow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-114350679115915155</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Mar 2006 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-27T19:46:31.220-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Can Do It </title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/119041335/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/119041335_9d3de1942e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at this I can do good. I was so happy highest grade of a practical since Anatomy&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-114350679115915155?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2006/03/i-can-do-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-114298750564437205</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Mar 2006 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-21T19:34:27.146-05:00</atom:updated><title>Lady</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/116087289/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/116087289_5a6264ba73_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes I did it! I made sure that Lady my favorite rat didnt die. I was going to keep her myself but my parents didnt like that idea. I was going to just let her run free outside but I ran into my friend Amber and she took her. I know I want to keep her and all but this would be a better place for her. Amber is most likely going to give them away to different people but at least my last memory of Lady is trying to give her a longer life. This is her right here last night. I just hope that where ever she is she will be happy and healthy and live a good long life and remember me as her first Mommy.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-114298750564437205?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2006/03/lady.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-114269992203807876</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Mar 2006 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-18T11:45:21.303-05:00</atom:updated><title>ARG</title><description>Hey all I haven't updated this thing in a while. This week compelety sucked. I got another 52 on my RATS test. It is so annoying it is like why am I don't so bad when I know all the information before the test. My teacher isn't helping there it is annoying. I got him saying that maybe this is not the major for you it is like what the hell. Besides my stupid RATS lecture I have B's in every class. That has never happened to me before in college it is cool. This RATs  class is driving me nuts tho i need it to be able to do my intership that I already have lined up for this summer. If I fail it I have to stay at Delhi for one more year. How great does that look 2 year program and i stayed for four. Oh for anyone who is reading this if you know of anyone that would want a female rat let me know because i have one. I so wish i can keep her but my parents already said no. I really don't want her to be killed next week so if anyone can help that would be great. Well got to go my laptop is dying that is what happens when you haven't charged it in like 3 days because I left the charger in Eric's room. Laterz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-114269992203807876?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2006/03/arg_114269992203807876.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-114089684978154412</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2006 19:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-07T16:22:12.823-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Miss Him</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/104280012/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/104280012_fdfdaeb8e3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I am at home for mid-winter break. I can't believe that we are all most done with this school year it is crazy. I got home last night around 9:00pm. I am happy to be home and to be able to relax but sometimes it is so quiet it is scary. I miss Eric and Amanda picking on each other and the constant sound of Amanda tell Eric to stop bothering her. It is like I am already to go back to school. I miss Eric already it is depressing. I really do miss his corny grin that always puts a smile on my face. I am happy to report that I am going to see him on Friday. So at least I don't have to wait until Sunday. I am so screwed for the summer when it is 2 months not seeing him. Eric is you are reading this I just want to let you know even though I don't show it all the time I do love you...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-114089684978154412?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2006/02/i-miss-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-114045297071349373</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-20T11:29:30.773-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Don't Know What To Think</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/102166905/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/102166905_c8a40285b8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this semester has been crazy... I finally dropped down from 18 credits to 15 credits. So this weekend I finally got to relax and hang out with some friends. So Saurabh came over and we all hanged out.. It was really weird hanging out with him. We were hanging out as friends only.. But look in his eyes this is such bullshit he still feels it but why can't he admit he still likes me. It is not like it would make a different because I have Eric but at least he should be honest. Dam 13 more days until I am 20 years old and Eric and me will be dating for 6 months. Hopefully time will go by fast.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-114045297071349373?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2006/02/i-dont-know-what-to-think.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-113720463667542955</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-13T21:10:36.706-05:00</atom:updated><title>Why?</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/86251456/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/86251456_58dc8fae79_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why does it feel like life is so short. Last night I was on myspace looking at my friends friends pages and people that i went to high school with. It is weird that half of my friends that i have on myspace are really not my friends. Why does it feel like all my friendships are spilling away from me. This whole break is one big joke. Everyone saying they will get together is the biggest bullshit ever. All what I am to my friends is just a driver nothing else. The only true friend that i have is Lilly. John, Meg, Chris, Petra... Where Are You Guys? I know that you are busy and have a life but don't say you want to hang out with me and never do. Don't pretend that you miss hanging out with me when you don't. Why are you lying to to yourself..&lt;br /&gt;     Why am I questioning everything in life all of a sudden it is weird. Why does Saurabh still get under my skin. What does he want from me I just wish I can have all these answers and not have to think about this stuff. I can't wait until I go to back to Delhi and am with Eric because right now that is the only thing I got...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-113720463667542955?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2006/01/why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-113650706242080178</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-05T19:25:36.153-05:00</atom:updated><title>So You Are Still In My Life Why Am I Not Happy</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/82728932/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/82728932_2b66812261_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WOW... i cant believe how long it has been. I think I forogt that I use to keep this thing update. So whats going on nothing that much. Just wanted to make a post with this picture. I got this picture when i got home from break with the caption on here you go. This was on Saurabh's birthday and I decided to be nice and give him a birthday kiss. Why did I do that? No matter how much of an asshole this kid is he still gets to me. It is amazing that he still has that power. When I finally don't want him too. How can i get you out of my life. Why are you still lying to me? So I finally don't care and why does it not even make a difference...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-113650706242080178?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2006/01/so-you-are-still-in-my-life-why-am-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-113487568829423613</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-17T22:14:48.330-05:00</atom:updated><title>Home For Christmas Break Good Or Bad?</title><description>So I am home for break 5 week YAY! I miss Delhi already it is like great what am I going to do with all this free time. I just can't wait until I go away with my family now that would be fun. I just miss Eric so much it is driving me nuts. I am so use to seeing him all the time and now I am suppose to be okay with not seeing him at all. Sometimes I wish if I blink my eyes the 5 weeks would be over and I would be at school. Well nothing else to say catch you later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-113487568829423613?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/12/home-for-christmas-break-good-or-bad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-113141786485822971</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2005 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-11-23T13:48:03.240-05:00</atom:updated><title>RIP Lou</title><description>I just got off the phone with my Mom and she told me that my oldest bird Lou died this afternoon. It is so annoying it is flashing back to all the other animals that I have loved that as passed on. I am happy that my mom told me but it is just showing me how much I miss Sam the Millers old dog so much. This is so depressing Well Time To Go do homework later all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Lou 3-5-02 to 10-7-05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-113141786485822971?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/11/rip-lou.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-112845246008130661</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2005 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-04T15:01:00.160-04:00</atom:updated><title>Why Do I Miss The Good Old Days?</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/49193679/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/49193679_04c2a315a0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so I havent updated this thing in a while. Haha College life for the second year is crazy. But I truely miss the memories and the people from last year. It is almost going to be a year since Me and Saurabh started dating why does it feel like it was 5 years ago? Right now I can't even talked to the kid without get mad. Why is that? It is like I don't like him anymore? Is it because Marcus and Kiwi are not here making sure there is peace between us? You think two people can be mature and can be friends. But why is my friendship with him so far out of reach? I really do miss the days when I use to go to the RA office and hang out with him and we had such a fun time as friends nothing more. Why can't I get that back. It is like I havent changed that much for him to hate me. Is it because I am in a relationship and it is not with him. Is he is jelous ? is he mad? why can't he talk to me. Why am I the one that cares and sheds all the tears. Why is it always me ?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-112845246008130661?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/10/why-do-i-miss-good-old-days_04.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-112709647339474189</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2005 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-18T22:25:51.036-04:00</atom:updated><title>Is This Really Happening To Me?</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/44536283/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/44536283_6d5e9989ea_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so I have updated this thing in a while. Alot of stuff is happening consdiering that Melissa and Marcus both have come up the last few weekends. Okay so lets get to the reason why I made this post. I am sitting at my desk not wanting to do my homework seeing my room-mate with her boyfriend and Eric is with me. It is like woah we are getting so old. So I look up and see my On The Line Poster and I get it I have been in past relatioships but why do I feel like such a virgin in this one. It is so weird. So I came across this song and I so get it. It is totally like in On The Line When Kevin Find Her there is chemistry and he has no idea what to do because he doesnt understand why it is happening to him.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     I get a feeling I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Whenever your eyes meet mine&lt;br /&gt;My heart spins in circles&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all space in time&lt;br /&gt;And now that&lt;br /&gt;We're standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me it's gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;Ready to hold my heart open wide&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise forever, but baby I'll try&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been watching, choosing your moment&lt;br /&gt;But I've been dreaming of that day&lt;br /&gt;No one before you &lt;br /&gt;Has gotten to me this way&lt;br /&gt;And now that &lt;br /&gt;We're standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;There's something that I need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;Ready to hold my heart open wide&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise forever, but baby I'll try&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is certain&lt;br /&gt;This I know&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we're headed &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise forever, but baby I'll try&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm ready to fall&lt;br /&gt;In love tonight&lt;br /&gt;~Joey Fatone - Ready To Fall ~&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-112709647339474189?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/09/is-this-really-happening-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-112648321229367749</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-11T20:00:12.296-04:00</atom:updated><title>Why Do You Still Get Under My Skin And Make Me Not Want To Move On Even Though In Reality I Do</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/42489759/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/42489759_33734d919c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Is What I Am Feeling Right Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I just let you walk away, &lt;br /&gt;just let you leave without a trace &lt;br /&gt;When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk away from me, &lt;br /&gt;when all I can do is watch you leave &lt;br /&gt;Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain, &lt;br /&gt;and even shared the tears &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now, &lt;br /&gt;'cos there's just an empty space &lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing left here to remind me, &lt;br /&gt;just the memory of your face &lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me now, &lt;br /&gt;'cos there's just an empty space &lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me &lt;br /&gt;is against all odds and that's what I've got to face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just make you turn around, &lt;br /&gt;turn around and see me cry &lt;br /&gt;There's so much I need to say to you, &lt;br /&gt;so many reasons why &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now, &lt;br /&gt;'cos there's just an empty space &lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing left here to remind me, &lt;br /&gt;just the memory of your face &lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me now, &lt;br /&gt;'cos there's just an empty space &lt;br /&gt;But to wait for you, &lt;br /&gt;well that's all I can do and that's what I've got to face &lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at me now, &lt;br /&gt;'cos I'll still be standing here &lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is against all odds &lt;br /&gt;That's the chance I've got to take, oh, oho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Phil Collins- Against All Odds~&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-112648321229367749?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/09/why-do-you-still-get-under-my-skin-and_11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-112543456694771859</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-30T16:42:46.980-04:00</atom:updated><title>Back At Delhi</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/38678011/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos28.flickr.com/38678011_83c3b86584_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so I haven't updated this thing in a while so here it goes. Packing oh what fun  considering that I left half the stuff I need at home I am still surpirsed that I remembered myself. Move people into to Delhi was alot of fun. Considering that Saurabh thought I was only lifting a pencil. I jsut love it how he thinks that  I can't do anything right. Seeing him for the first time was so weird but I am still proud of myself that I didn't cry.  It is so weird not being a freshman anymore. I am praying that this weeks goes by fast because Marcus is coming up on Friday. Last night was a really good night because walking back from dinner I ran into my friend Alex. He went to boot camp in May and finished with it. YAY! I hate running into to people and you are not sure if you got the right person. I am not trusting myself with that because ever since I got here every guy looks like Rob or Marcus. &lt;-- Yes I know I have problems. So I got to hang out with him. Seeing old friends is the best. The funniest part is when he was poking me and tickling me to death. You got to love when that happens. So I leave you with this picture of us yesterday. It is so depressing that he is leaving again on Saturday. I have so many friends doing the military thing. It is like ugh.. It is cool and all but I dont want them to get hurt. Ever since Lilly came back I have been worried about everyone else that is in the military. Well got to run. Got to start the lovely homework.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-112543456694771859?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/08/back-at-delhi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-112433987056039809</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2005 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-18T00:37:50.563-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ahh Delhi</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/34853294/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/34853294_ac4404e734_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I came across this picture on the internet and need to put it with this post. I can't believe this summer is almost over. One more week and I am going to be at school. I can't wait! This year is going to be so great. I can see it already good friends, good classes, and a good old time. I can't wait to move in. Me and Amanda are moving in on Thursday so we can help the freshman move in the next day. I can't wait. Everyone that reads this bring your  camera to delhi on Friday the 26 you are going to see Rebecca carying boxes. Well bye for now&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-112433987056039809?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/08/ahh-delhi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-112433934626570945</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2005 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-19T14:07:22.710-04:00</atom:updated><title>Rochester Trip</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/34853293/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/34853293_a52b94cf71_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay this was my second summer going to vist my sister in rochester. This summer was much better than last. The apartment that my sister lives in is really nice. It was really weird to see her living with Ryan but after a day I was use to it. The really funny times was Friday and Saturday evening, because of course that is when we hanged out with Brock. Friday we went to the movies and saw Mr and Mrs Smith with Brock and one of his friends. Aftewards we just went back to Brocks and hanged out. It was alot of fun. Brock got me Smirnoff ice drinks. So I had finished one and got another and was not even half way done with it when Sarah said we were going to leave. So I dranked the whole thing in less than two mintues. The only problem was I was burping all the way home. At that point I wished I was at school because Rob would of been laughing and burping with me. Saturday night we went mini golfing and afterwards I got to play DDR on a hard mat. I was really happy after that. Then we went to get the famous "garabage plate." They were really good they have  cheeseburger, hamburger home fires, and macaroni salad all on this plate. It was really good. Ten mintues after you are done with it your stomach feel so full though. I have never felt that stuff before in my whole life it was really good I would so go and get another one. All and all it was a really good trip and I can't wait until Sarah, Ryan, and Brock come up for family day. Here I leave you a lovely picture of the garbage plate.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-112433934626570945?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/08/rochester-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-112406336883540163</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2005 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-14T19:51:24.046-04:00</atom:updated><title>This Is It</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krazyrebecca/34052248/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/34052248_199a10640e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #06c;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I Love This Song... Just been thinking about my realtionships with friends mostly with Saurabh. And This is what I came down too. here it is .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut &lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;br /&gt;My scars remind me that the past is real &lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and I'm feeling down &lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed cause you came around &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home &lt;br /&gt;Cause you channel all your pain &lt;br /&gt;And I can't help to fix myself &lt;br /&gt;Your making me insane &lt;br /&gt;All I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut &lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;br /&gt;Our scars remind us that the past is real &lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help you once &lt;br /&gt;A kiss will only vise &lt;br /&gt;I saw you going down &lt;br /&gt;But you never realized &lt;br /&gt;That your drowning in the water &lt;br /&gt;So I offered you my hand &lt;br /&gt;Compassions in my nature &lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our last dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut &lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;br /&gt;Our scars remind us that the past is real &lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down &lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone &lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't ever came around &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home? &lt;br /&gt;Cause your drowning in the water &lt;br /&gt;And I tried to grab your hand &lt;br /&gt;And I left my heart open &lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand &lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand &lt;br /&gt;You fix yourself &lt;br /&gt;I can't help your fix yourself &lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life &lt;br /&gt;I can't help your fix yourself &lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut &lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;br /&gt;Our scars remind us that the past is real &lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut &lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;br /&gt;Our scars remind us that the past is real &lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Papa Roach~  ~Scars~&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-112406336883540163?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/07/this-is-it_28.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-112224896237270874</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-07-27T19:43:01.720-04:00</atom:updated><title>So Much Stuff Is Bottled Up Inside Me</title><description>So much is going on to much time to think about it. So many emotions are going through my body the last few weeks it is crazy. One moment I can be completly happy then the next very sad. It is crepping me out. It is not like I have a stressful summer so what is causing this ?  So what have I been doing to keep myself busy watching Degrassi The Next Generation non-stop. &lt;-- Wow I am such a loser. &lt;br /&gt;      I majorly need a vaction just to get out and exit from this little cave I am putting myself into. I don't feel like I connect with anyone anymore. I even really don't have that much fun with my friends as I use too. John came up last weekend and everything went great. I just feel like I screwed everything up. Why do I freak out when he was picking on me we use to always do that. Why does one touch or hug from him drive me crazy all of a sudden. I don't get it at all I feel like I am becoming a different pereson yet again. Did Saurabh hurt me so much at the end of the school year that it made me not even want to look at guys of the fear of getting hurt again?&lt;br /&gt;      Then there was this past wednesday when I hanged out with Max, Mike, and Petra. First time I had fun in a long time. But ever since then I can't get Mike out of my head. It just feel like it is the first time in so long that I have forgot my past relationships that got me hurt.  I haven't slept at all since then. It is so weird. I feel like the biggest freak. I wanted to do a Kings Park today and see him and figure all this stuff out. He didnt even call or email me back. So yes I was stuck at home for the whole day because today I started taking care of Benji and Daisy. I am happythat I am babysiting Ben And Daisy. I just want to figure all this stuff out. I feel like the fakest person out there and I have no idea why. At least I am going to be busy this week so hopefully time will fly by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-112224896237270874?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/07/so-much-stuff-is-bottled-up-inside-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-112092853225410699</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2005 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-07-09T13:16:04.150-04:00</atom:updated><title>This Week In Review</title><description>This week has gone by so fast. I can't believe it is soon going to be the second week in July. This week was good because Victor came up to New York so I was hanging out with him and friends like every day. You know you have weird friends when they want you to sing and they are recording you at the same time. Yep that is Meg for you so there we are singing to the Little Mermaid and The Lion King. I was having so much fun at the moment I thought life couldn't get any better. We played alot of DDR when I got home by feet had pin and needles. John called me then and I looked at my cell phone and I saw that I had one voice message. So I checked it and it was from Marcus, I was so happy to here from him I miss him like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;     On a sad note my grooming job is done with Liz broke her back so they are closing the store down. When I heard that I was so sad Taz one of the owner dogs just stoped barking at me. :( So I only have tech. Liz says she wants me to babysit Amanda one day a week so that will always be good. I think I need to find another job. It was Amanda's birthday yesterday. She is getting so old. Her grandma got her these high heels I almost cried  because I still remember the little baby Amanda throwing food at me. It is so  scary how much life has changed in the past few years for me. I can't believe that I am already 19 years old. &lt;br /&gt;     Last night my Dad had over someone he does business with and his daughter Jade. Somehow Gilmore Girls was talked about in the conversation. And My Mom said that I love that show. So I took Jade to my room and we watched some of them. After they left I realized how much I miss having someone to hang out with at home. Me and Sarah use to do stuff together. We always use to go to Northport and get ices. Maybe that is why I still always do it with Petra. I understand that she had to leave the house and it is part of life but I really do miss her. I can't wait until I get to go up there and she her and Ryan. It would hopefully get my mind off all these problems stirring in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-112092853225410699?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/07/this-week-in-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9114471.post-111922105638446771</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-06-19T18:44:16.386-04:00</atom:updated><title>Summer So Far</title><description>I can't believe it is going to be a month tomorrow that I have been home from school for some reason it feels like I have been here for a few weeks. My summer so far is going good. I passed all my classes and am able to come back to Delhi in the fall I was so happy about that. In the very beginning of the summer I went to Michigan to see my cousin for a few days. That was alot of fun. The last night I was there we went to a club. I can't believe I went I am really not a club person but I had alot of fun. The only bad part of the evening/ morning because it was like 2 am was one of my cousins friends got into a fight at the club and his leg got broken. It is weird because I feel like I always have alot of fun when I am not at home. I am so use to being able to do whatever I want listenting to parents telling you what to do when you have been in college for 9 months is always a hard thing to get use to again. The best thing that is happening this summer is I get to go upstate to see my sister and Ryan and I get to work at tech because they finally fired John. I have 25 days of working at tech and I can't wait. This past week I was hanging out with friends alot and it was great. Going to target is always good for me. I have been so busy that I haven't talked to Saurabh in a week. I miss talking to him for some reason. It is like I don't love him like I use to but I still care alittle and I know he does too even though he doesnt want to admit it. He got me hooked on Phil Collins songs it is kinda sad but they are really good.&lt;br /&gt;     The most shocking thing might be happening this summer. My family might be getting a dog my mom is up for going to a few places and looking. When I heard that I almost passed out from the shock of it. &lt;br /&gt;     Yesterday was Kings Park Day and I went it was alot of fun seeing Max, Melissa, and Danny. Of course Melissa and Max didnt want to be with each other so it mad it harder for me to see everyone. It was Danny's birthday so I  was glad that I got to give him a birthday hug. That is really all that is going on in my life right now I need to go I am helping my Mom make Blueberry Pie! Happy Father's Day !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9114471-111922105638446771?l=www.rebeccafriedlander.net%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.rebeccafriedlander.net/2005/06/summer-so-far.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca'sWorld)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>