<?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-6736111709691521977</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:47:21.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to aNYthing.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>el fcukery.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12443379277465020621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/R7-6y4wHTzI/AAAAAAAAACE/cqdx-JM9ruc/S220/profile6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736111709691521977.post-2420558805574903648</id><published>2008-05-13T17:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:33:49.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Knows Remix.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For those ya'll who weren't fortunate to make it to the Glow In The Dark Tour (Neither was I though) or listen to Hot 97 around 5pm, when they launched the Everyone Knows Remix -- N.E.R.D ft. CRS &amp;amp; Pusha T.. . I was on my grind &amp;amp; was able to find the link to download the song &amp;amp; was even nice enough to put you guys on. =D Just click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1192349503492db9/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;. Yea, yea.. thank me later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736111709691521977-2420558805574903648?l=elfcukery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/feeds/2420558805574903648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736111709691521977&amp;postID=2420558805574903648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/2420558805574903648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/2420558805574903648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyone-knows-remix.html' title='Everyone Knows Remix.'/><author><name>el fcukery.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12443379277465020621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/R7-6y4wHTzI/AAAAAAAAACE/cqdx-JM9ruc/S220/profile6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736111709691521977.post-1123468556818697808</id><published>2008-05-12T23:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:20:50.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sophomore year at a glance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/SCkKLwcTJzI/AAAAAAAAADI/KhKLs-KhAxg/s1600-h/n9030292_35655488_6783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/SCkKLwcTJzI/AAAAAAAAADI/KhKLs-KhAxg/s400/n9030292_35655488_6783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698441874384690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/SCkKMAcTJ0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/LfFeLs82UEw/s1600-h/n9030292_35655470_2036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/SCkKMAcTJ0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/LfFeLs82UEw/s400/n9030292_35655470_2036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698446169352002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/SCkKMAcTJ1I/AAAAAAAAADY/R3C-jlGBl1I/s1600-h/n570874697_735339_956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/SCkKMAcTJ1I/AAAAAAAAADY/R3C-jlGBl1I/s400/n570874697_735339_956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199698446169352018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i laughed and i cried. i met many frauds &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; insulted many more. i still have a flashback from the last block party. i partied on mondays, thursdays became the new friday &amp;amp; by saturday i was bored out of my mind. i became a 'drunk&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;hawt' girl that was invited to all the cool parties lol. i 'stopped' drinking only to bang into poles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; break sks. i constantly told people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i dont eat pork-- i don't do the white man's swine' &lt;/span&gt;while constantly helping myself to seconds of bacon, BBQ ribs &amp;amp; anything pork related. i learned patron isnt the answer to anything -- its just best to stick w. remy, no one gets hurt that way. i 'let my nuts' go all spring weekend only not to record the track at the end of the year. i gave up &amp;amp; i gave in only to have my 'G' card taken away in the SU. i threatened bitches lives &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; received hideous gifts from my boss that ended up being demolished on tape. i cherished late night drives to mcdonalds &amp;amp; my one-time visit to walmart. i quickly learned how to roll up in the car while being in dark deserted places &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; been pulled out of parties because the 'swat' had come. i realized i drop the 'n' bomb like crazy with intoxicated &amp;amp; even have a 'girls just want to have fun drunk ' walk. i learned secrets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'do' &lt;/span&gt;keep friends despite what everyone thinks. i partied hard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; worked slightly only to come out w. straight A's. i met tons of interesting people but most importantly i gained six lifelong sisters that i will continue to love through all the ups &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; downs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; petty fights about getting into parties on different campuses. great year uconn. thanks for it all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;until we meet again in august.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736111709691521977-1123468556818697808?l=elfcukery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/feeds/1123468556818697808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736111709691521977&amp;postID=1123468556818697808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/1123468556818697808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/1123468556818697808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/2008/05/sophomore-year-at-glance.html' title='sophomore year at a glance.'/><author><name>el fcukery.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12443379277465020621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/R7-6y4wHTzI/AAAAAAAAACE/cqdx-JM9ruc/S220/profile6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/SCkKLwcTJzI/AAAAAAAAADI/KhKLs-KhAxg/s72-c/n9030292_35655488_6783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736111709691521977.post-5416222881545776642</id><published>2008-03-02T02:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:20:50.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/R8pR4B4E58I/AAAAAAAAACg/LUN3AIK5QMk/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/R8pR4B4E58I/AAAAAAAAACg/LUN3AIK5QMk/s320/Photo+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173037145006598082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;diamonds are a girl's best friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well .. at least not for this girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; all she needs in her life is are christian louboutins &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; nike blazers/dunks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; she'll be happy; content w. all that life has to offer her ..  because those material things are indeed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;best friends. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i dunno what made me start this blog w. that phrase or even put that picture up [i just felt as if it looked like i was reading this blog -- you know after i typed it because thats how i look when i read -- beautiful isnt it? almost smiling w. my eyes a little, no?]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt; but needless to say this weekend i finally found a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"passion"&lt;/span&gt; to do something. now dont get me wrong .. i have ideas every now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; then .. &amp;amp; im currently working on another big project [that will also be revealed as time progresses] BUT, some i say i want to pursue -- others it's just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i was throwin` it out there"&lt;/span&gt; type thing. but after spending yet another nite alone i had an epiphany. i texted tazz this marvelous idea &amp;amp; BAMM -- we are gonna work to make this "far-fetched, sorry as a friend its not gonna work" idea come to life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one word: LA&lt;/span&gt;. yep, that was the bum ass hint imma give you guys until i further this plan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; plan out ways to make it happen. but for once in my life i finally feel like i know what i want to do w. my life -- although my photography/comm. design degree might not be what i actually need to pursue it, nonetheless its still something to have under my belt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; besides .. i love my art classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only real reason im writing this blog is because honestly im lonely. 2:15am on a saturday nite (sunday morning -- depending on how you wanna look at it) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; im absolutely positively .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;. boyfriend is out partying. friends are out partying. roommate is out getting read for tomorrow's photoshoot -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; im just sitting here bullshitting on this blog when i should studying for my architecture midterm. nonetheless, i feel as if typing on this someone out there hears me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; i feel a little better. even if they read this .. 2 weeks later or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow .. finally something i get to enjoy a little bit: a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;, im not the photographer this time. =/ one of my friends will be shooting [best believe my camera will be fully assembled in my bag .. you know just in case shit happens] but i am helping style, which is my second favorite thing to do. the photoshoot is strictly a hair shoot w. about seven girls, including my lovely roommate, which is supposed to last from 9am to 2pm in a town 20 minutes away from me. which means imma have to get up earlyy -- like as if i was going to work or something of that nature. spring break is the following week &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; i have a booked set w. an spoken artist named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;messiah&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plateau magazine&lt;/span&gt; [a magazine solely dedicated to up &amp;amp; coming artist] -- i figure i contribute &amp;amp; shoot the artist they are featuring while they up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; coming .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; who knows where that will take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely pointless&lt;/span&gt;. that's all that is now on my mind about this post -- has absolutely no sentimental message, or moral/lesson that you can learn from it ; in fact, you probably just wasted 5 minutes of your life reading the fcukery that's going through this brain of mine. nonetheless, my loneliness is gone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; i feel complete -- so i no longer need to sit here &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; "blog" my heart away.. at least not until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736111709691521977-5416222881545776642?l=elfcukery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/feeds/5416222881545776642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736111709691521977&amp;postID=5416222881545776642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/5416222881545776642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/5416222881545776642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-again.html' title='another again.'/><author><name>el fcukery.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12443379277465020621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/R7-6y4wHTzI/AAAAAAAAACE/cqdx-JM9ruc/S220/profile6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/R8pR4B4E58I/AAAAAAAAACg/LUN3AIK5QMk/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736111709691521977.post-9127969905258465097</id><published>2008-02-25T17:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:13:14.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>past the intro. time for da show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after taking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;madddd&lt;/span&gt; weeks to redesign this thing i was then faced w. this task of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"what the hell am i gonna write that will interest you people"&lt;/span&gt; -- if there are even any people out there. i figured i could ramble about my life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; what i bought from the mall today or what im going to order online tomorrow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; but then i stopped &amp;amp; figured, i can dont give a fcuk -- i know you wouldnt either. so i decided &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;to hop on the bandwagon &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; make this a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever i feel like writing down blog&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greatttt&lt;/span&gt; .. i am no longer binding myself to one category or topic. there are too many dumb fashion blogs out there that don't interest me.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;mainly because im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girly girly &lt;/span&gt;type that wears all these dresses &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; stilettos [dont get me wrong i got pumps in my closet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; will bust them out in a second w. a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meannn&lt;/span&gt; walk...] &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; as far as celeb news, my girl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simone&lt;/span&gt; keeps me updated on that at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soulfreshmagazine.blogspot.com.&lt;/span&gt; [check her out!] &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; just because this blog is geared to my ladies, doesn't mean imma forget about my fellas -- there seems to be more interesting men-realated things out there on some of these blogs than female &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; but i will try to provide the best of both worlds as much as i can. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; everyone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;repetitive &lt;/span&gt;blogs .. i'll try to stay away from that style of blogging where we're copying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; pasting things from other blogs just because i dont think you read it..  cuz i really dont read blogs, but im sure you guys do. anyway, stay tuned. let the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fcukery&lt;/span&gt; begin&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736111709691521977-9127969905258465097?l=elfcukery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/feeds/9127969905258465097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736111709691521977&amp;postID=9127969905258465097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/9127969905258465097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/9127969905258465097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/2008/02/past-intro-time-for-da-show.html' title='past the intro. time for da show!'/><author><name>el fcukery.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12443379277465020621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/R7-6y4wHTzI/AAAAAAAAACE/cqdx-JM9ruc/S220/profile6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736111709691521977.post-4585066076555195019</id><published>2008-02-02T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:48:06.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>exposing el fcukery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.tinypic.com/28a7pdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 399px;" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/28a7pdd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; introductions&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; on the first day of class when your professor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insist&lt;/span&gt; that the class go around the room giving a brief introduction about yourself. half the time im texting or talking on AIM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; not giving a damn about my fellow classmates &amp;amp; i bet the feeling is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mutual&lt;/span&gt;. so usually when its my turn to give my introduction, it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;hi im _______ , from new york. im a sophomore w. junior credits. i dont know what i want to do w. my life &amp;amp; yea that's it -- anything else&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but this is only a blog ; &amp;amp; i doubt that anyone is really interested in reading about me or my interest .. because i personally dont think im even that interesting. probably more fun to be around than actually read about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;but nonetheless, i shall give what the public wanted .. so here's a brief introduction of my alter ego: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;. sarcastic .. very. i can't whisper to save my life as told by friends ; but most of what i say either loud or in a loud whisper i want to be heard. im not blunt ; i dont speak my mind .. not until its too late -- then it just comes out as like tsunami of mixed emotions. i have anger issues ; bad ones. i enjoy being angry because thats what most of my life has been composed of: anger, hurt &amp;amp; all those sucky adjectives that would make sense to why i like being mad. aside from the anger issues -- im crude &amp;amp; word on the streets is i can come off as a 'snobby lil' rich girl who always gets what she wants.' go figure. but we wont object to those negative claims just yet -- we'll save that for another blog or so. reading up to this point you've probably thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wow, el's a jerk." &lt;/span&gt;but i mean aside from the sardonic crude nature of my being .. i am nice, seriously. i like to make people laugh &amp;amp; get so bored that i tend to make friends w. random people just by starting simple conversations. im random &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; self-diagnosed ADHD.  a shopaholic &amp;amp; a self-proclaimed sneakerhead. photography, graphic arts, music, fashion .. yea yea, all that good stuff is what holds my interest for more than an hr. at times. when people ask me, "what do you want to be when you 'grow up'?" or "where do you see yourself in 5 yrs?" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; i simply shrug. in 5 years i'll be 25 &amp;amp; hawt. a family, madd dogs &amp;amp; w. the love of my life .. loso, filthy rich. the problem w. me is well, i never thought about what i wanted to do w. my life -- all i knew was i was gonna be rich. period. &amp;amp; i know its gonna happen .. so a shrug is sufficient enough to a nobody that will probably forget me 5 years from now. im a rebel by heart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; i don't listen .. even when i should. i could go on listing traits, characteristics, accomplishments, aspects of my wonderful life -- but who gives a fcuk? i dont. &amp;amp; i guarantee you -- you dont either. so fcuk it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without further adieu ..  i bring to you el fcukery.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736111709691521977-4585066076555195019?l=elfcukery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/feeds/4585066076555195019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6736111709691521977&amp;postID=4585066076555195019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/4585066076555195019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6736111709691521977/posts/default/4585066076555195019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elfcukery.blogspot.com/2008/02/exposing-el-fcukery.html' title='exposing el fcukery.'/><author><name>el fcukery.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12443379277465020621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bZk3pDGD5y8/R7-6y4wHTzI/AAAAAAAAACE/cqdx-JM9ruc/S220/profile6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/28a7pdd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
