<?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-13121963</id><updated>2011-12-01T06:17:59.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Paperless JOURNAL</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life, such as it is, I have no complaints.  Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-113400966417974501</id><published>2005-12-07T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:41:04.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* :)</title><content type='html'>once again, i'm sorry that i never post, but its not like anyone REALLY cares, aside from juan miky and anna.  sok though, i dont mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as an update, anna and I have fallen more in love than ever before.  i was away for five days, cause of my parents anniversary, and we went to disney world.  it was a fine trip, but i would have had a much better time if anna was there at my side.  o well.  now that im back though, its like we've been apart months, yet not at all.  we clearly missed eachother, and we clearly showed it when we were reunited.  honestly, last night, tuesday: december 6 2005, was the best day of my life, regardless of small problems that arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to sum up, i'm love!  there is no other word that can describe it.  anna is the one person that I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I dont care what it takes to ensure that happens.  shes smart, funny, beautiful, nice, random, just perfect in everyway!  she is exactly the type of girl that Ive always wanted to be with, and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of all this is that she has the exact same feelings for me!  it was amazing when we saw eachother tuesday, since that was the first day we'd seen eachother since I left for florida.  our eyes met, and all I saw in her way joy, and relief!  we both instantly broke out in smiles, ran to eachother, hugged, kissed, laughed, smiled some more!  WOW.  those few seconds were easily the highlight of the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we just proved our love MORE.  Now, we feel like a more mature couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my life, the oly thing that matters to me right now.  all i want is to make her happy, and to be there when she needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna's porbably the only one who's still reading this...&lt;br /&gt;and if she is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ANNA&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/13121963-113400966417974501?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113400966417974501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=113400966417974501&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/113400966417974501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/113400966417974501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/sigh.html' title='*sigh* :)'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112847617730520808</id><published>2005-10-04T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:55:40.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'll try this again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I know its been a really long time for me, and to those of you who care, I'm sorry.  So I'm sure I'm only really speaking to Anna on this...&lt;br /&gt;Wow, over a month has past since the last article, but I am sorry to say that not a whole lot has changed.  School hsa started, and it could be better, work is still going on, and that could always use a tune up, and Anna and I are still together, thank the higher powers that be.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll start from the beginning of the school year...&lt;br /&gt;School is back in session, and so far, my schedule is pretty sweet!  I start of the day with Graphics, where I learn to use Photoshop, and IMovies.  I seem to have a knack for this kind of thing, so I'm glad I took the class.  I had Senior Release second block, but all I ever did was sit in on Anna's music theory class.  The cool thing about it is I never paid to much attention, and I never took notes, but when it was test time in the class, I took it for kicks, and aced it!  I understood all the material in that class better than some of the students already learning music!  I feel a bit egotistical about saying this, but when one scores higher on a quiz, and in less time than the other students in the class, one feels pretty darn special.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;Third block, I have Crime and Justice.  Thats a difficult class for me because I dont understand law.  I took the class in hopes of understanding, but it isnt working out... its a nice class though.&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;Last block of the day, I have Computer Integrated Manufacturing (CIMs).  Thats an awsome class, cause I know everything about the subject already, and I know everyone in the class already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to work.&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of the summer, the dining service department has been short of staff, because Smjilka, one of the waitresses, quit.  It hasnt been much of a problem, until now.  Todd has had to hire a new person, Melissa, and that helped a little.  But we're still two people short of a full dining crew... it seems no one can work on Thursdays, Debbie can only work (badly) in the mornings, Sarah has college at bad hours, Sharon is on retirement, Jimmie is slacking in the chef department, Melissa is brand new, so kinda slow, AND Anna and I are still in high school!  Other than that, work has been ok, with the final exception of the abundance of Dessert Buffet on days that I work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what we've all been waiting for... ANNA&lt;br /&gt;Anna is still, and forever will be the center of all my attention.  It seems every week, we've discover something new about ourselves and our relationship that only increases our love for one another.  Its been nearly five months since we started dating, and its been increasing bliss all along the way!  No one else on the planet has made me this happy, no one has made me feel like this.  Seriously, I am one of the luckiest guys on Earth to have found such an Angel.  Shes everything I could ever want in a partner, funny, smart, beautiful, random, nice, caring.  Sure, these are all basic wants by any guys standards, but I found a girl that has ALL of these qualities in my first pick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, I suppose I'm back into the blogging scene, and life basically rocks!&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/13121963-112847617730520808?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112847617730520808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112847617730520808&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112847617730520808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112847617730520808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/maybe-ill-try-this-again.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll try this again...'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112498416417689077</id><published>2005-08-25T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:36:04.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Did This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarperNeoncopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-112498416417689077?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112498416417689077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112498416417689077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112498416417689077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112498416417689077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/anna-did-this.html' title='Anna Did This!'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112476673551823145</id><published>2005-08-23T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:12:15.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>large summer update</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summers almost over...&lt;br /&gt;and theres nothing to do about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with summer coming so soon, I realize just how lucky and fortunate I am for this summer.  Without a doubt, this has been the best summer Ive ever had, and its sad for it to go.  There are multiple reasons why I like this summer more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One:  I have a great job&lt;br /&gt;I like working at whitaker place.  Its a freindly environment, with great residents, the hours are good, the pay is cool, i live right next door, and I get to see Anna like EVERY SUNDAY, all day. &lt;br /&gt;My boss Todd, is, for the most part, a fun boss.  Hes the kind of guy thats casual, and mellow during work hours, but serious enough to get the job done well, right, and efficiently.  Sure, not everyone is perfect, sometimes he gets on my nerves, and makes me feel insignificant... but what kind of boss DOESNT do that to lower employess?!?!&lt;br /&gt;The residents of the home are entertaining, if not enjoyable.  Though it is sorta mean to slam the elderly, it is interesting to watch them as they think for what they want for dessert, or what kind of coffee theyd like for the meal.  Sometimes, they look for their fellow old folks at the table for guidence, as if THEY know what they want...&lt;br /&gt;and some of the residents are really nice to just sit and chat with when one is not busy.  Just cause they cant see u, doesnt mean they dont think ur there.  just cause they have false teeth, and speech issues, doesnt mean they cant verbally communicate any longer.  Just cause they cant hear, doesnt mean they arent listening.&lt;br /&gt;old ppl rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: Freedom&lt;br /&gt;For the past X summers, (x being a large # of years that I have failed to keep track of) Ive been going to the PCC day camp.  Basically, from 9 till 4, we play lots of sports and running games, until we leave, or until we collapse.  for the past 4 years, Ive been a CIT, which means I can boss around the little kids, but still have fun playing games.&lt;br /&gt;However, with that, I would be forced to be there every day, with no brakes till after its all over.  Thats no fun.  But now, I'm free to do what ever I want.  i can wake up when ever, I can eat whenever, i can leave whenever.  I can do what ever my heart desires, and its a GREAT feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three (and final): Anna&lt;br /&gt;U knew it would come, me mentioning Anna for the great summer!  I know how the readers work!  anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Without Anna there beside me, i wouldnt have a summer.  I would have spent the past 2 months, playing video games, and gaining weight.  i would have been REALLY bored.  But Anna came into my life before the summer started.  Since the summer began, we've seen eachother EVERY day, with exception to the week I was away at camp, and some random, unfortunate wednesday.  Its not that we feel we HAVE to be together, its that we WANT to be together.  I love her more than anything else, and she has made me the happiest guy on Earth.  Shes everything I could ever want in a partner.  Shes nice, shes funny, shes pretty, shes smart.  WHATS NOT TO LOVE!?  I know those are basic requirements of every guys dream girl, but Anna has met them all!  The best part of it all, is that she loves me back, for all the same reasons!  Its an incredible feeling knowing that ur loved back with the same amount of passion that u urself have given. Without her, Id still have video game obsessions, and I would ALWAYS wish to be the daredevil who gets the girl in action flicks.  Whenever I would see a love scene in a movie, and Im sitting with my parents, i would almost every time, get uncomfortable watching it.  I dont know why, but since Anna joined my life, Ive lost that uncomfortable feeling!  We have the perfect relationship, and all either of us wants to do is be with eachother.  I never believed it possible that I could be this happy with anyone in high school.  I only hope that this continues on till long AFTER school.  All I want is her.  And for right now, I have everything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats my review on the greatest summer EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-112476673551823145?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112476673551823145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112476673551823145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112476673551823145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112476673551823145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/large-summer-update.html' title='large summer update'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112415364526999701</id><published>2005-08-15T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:54:05.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hurdles and lines...</title><content type='html'>since Ive come back from camp, (my update can be viewed in my other blog, where I accidentally posted my journal entry...) Anna and my relationship has seemed to grow thrice over.  At least on the passionate side that is.  Since I got better from being sick, we've kissed a lot more than usual, and its only gotten better!  But it seems as though it might be getting TOO intense, or TOO passionate.  Sure, we both love every minute we're together, and we DEFINETELY love showing it.  However, recently, we've become SO passionate, that we're fearing for our moral beliefs,  common-sense, and our decision making... We cant seem to tone it down any, because losing any of our passion would symbolize deterioration in our relationship! and we cant have that!!!  We both seem to not care about responsibility or morals while we're together, but we should learn to care, and fast!  I know that I at least have made decisions and done things that I probably shouldnt, and Im sorta disapointed in myself for it.  So I can at least start redemption by going back to the ways were BEFORE I went to camp.  Our relationship is perfect in every way, dont misread me!  I just fear that if we continue our current course, then regretful actions will occur, and someone may get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to the reader that I cant go more into specifics, but its really none of your concern.  Just know that Anna and I are fine, we absolutely LOVE eachother, and I'm just concerned for our morals.&lt;br /&gt;(This seems to be amongst the more depressing posts ive typed... :\     )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-112415364526999701?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112415364526999701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112415364526999701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112415364526999701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112415364526999701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/hurdles-and-lines.html' title='hurdles and lines...'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112260674966899986</id><published>2005-07-29T02:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:28:00.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna now, flying later...</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks, Anna, the best girl ON THE EARTH, has seemed to take over all subject matter of my blog... and she has.&lt;br /&gt;This has not changed too much for this article....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Anna nearly EVERY day since vacation started, and its been the best summer of  my life because of it.  She knows this, I know this, THE READERS know this.  But I feel it bears repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been Anna filled, just like always, but now we use my pool whenever its TOO hot.   Lately, the water has been just right for swimming, and we've had the best time in it.&lt;br /&gt;But the future holds some hurdles for us to overcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Daniel Webster college for a week for a summer aviation training camp (I'm leaving next monday, so I wont be posting again till the next sunday), where I'll hopefully learn the basics as to how to fly.  However, as amazingly excited I am for this to come, it means Anna and I will be separated for a week.  Thats the longest we've been apart since April!  We'll survive and everything, but neither of us will b as happy as we could be.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, we have to worry about senior pics, sports, school shopping, etc,  and its all seemingly pointless when all we want, is to just be together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all kinda chaotic, and i'm probably making too much of a big deal, but i wouldnt have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-112260674966899986?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112260674966899986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112260674966899986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112260674966899986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112260674966899986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/anna-now-flying-later.html' title='Anna now, flying later...'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112208601766808122</id><published>2005-07-23T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:33:37.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More of ANNA!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what readers! Anna is STILL the key focus of my life!&lt;br /&gt;so if ur disgusted with hearing all this mushy stuff, then stop reading!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, ANNA came over for a long while.  She helped me weed the garden, and after, we went into the pool to cool off. After the pool, we went on the hammock to dry off and cuddle :)&lt;br /&gt;After we finally left the hammock, I got subway, while Anna, unable to chew comfortably, had ice cream for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I really like the livingroom sofa, cause its comfortable, has a great view of the tv, good to cuddle on, and its green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day as well&lt;br /&gt;I went to Anna's and eventually, her dad drove us to Whites farm, where we bought other ppls junk for practically free!  I got like 4 swiss made knives that have been confiscated by the airport authorities.  FOR ONLY LIKE FORTY CENTS EACH!!!  After, we went to my place, and hung out for  awhile, then we had subway for dinner.  After dinner, we all went to my sister's theater camp production of "guys and dolls." it was a good production, and all was fine. then Anna went home, and i was really tired, so naturally, I'm putting off sleep to blog and further talk to Anna! (thank goodness that the internet was invented!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-112208601766808122?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112208601766808122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112208601766808122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112208601766808122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112208601766808122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-of-anna.html' title='More of ANNA!!!'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112191404628720249</id><published>2005-07-21T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:47:26.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNA ANNA ANNA</title><content type='html'>the past several days have been wicked SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;well, at least from saturdat on, they were wicked sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, not a lot out of the ordinary occured, cept Anna came over, and we watched "fern gully," a creepy cartoon to watch when ur older than 8...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Anna and I managed to get work off, unsuspectingly, so she and I went to Santa's Village, an amusment park dedicated to taking advantage of small children and their parents, while making them think that the christmas oreiented atmosphere is genuine, and that the fat red man is REALLY living in a small cabin in the ghettos of Jefferson NH.&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness, the park is, in fact, amusing.  My family goes mostly for the bumber cars, and the slushies (you havent lived if u havent slurped these slushies).  The most remarkable feature of these slushies lies in the fact that the flavor doesnt separate from the ice! so u always have a nice refreshing drink. &lt;br /&gt;It was a good day, and both Anna and I had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was an ok day.  I didnt see Anna till work, cause I had chores and stuff to do at the homestead.  It was ok though, cause after work, we watched "AI" at her place.  I forgot the movie at her house, so I had an excuse to see her the next day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday, was an excellent day!&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Anna's house, and we hung out till she had to go to work.  It was a normal day, and all was pleasant, as usual.  But there was a segment of time where we were the happiest we've ever been.  i'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;when Anna got to work, she had to wear debbies shirt cause her shirt got speckled and dirty from the bikeride over.  so she called in a favor, in which i was to collect her keys, ride to her house, find her other work shirt, and come back... ALL BEFORE MY SISTER GOT HOME FROM THEATER CAMP!!! (bear in mind, I only had like 10 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on today!&lt;br /&gt;This was an exceptionally good day!&lt;br /&gt;Anna and her mom invited me to join them for a trip to Hampton Beach!  I guess this means that her parents like me!...?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while her mom sizzled in the sun for the 5 hours we were there, Anna and I walked along the beach, stopping to sit at rocks, or on smooth, warm sand, and we just talked about anything we wanted! It was great!  At about 3, we all went for ice cream and taffy.  Anna got an ice cream, while i just got a pound of taffy.  After we got back to good ol' Ptown, I had meatball pizza and leftover chips for dinner at Anna's house.  We went out to her backyard after we ate, and just talked some more!&lt;br /&gt;We've found that our relationship is based primarily on our intellect, our ideas, and how we communicate, so talking so much to one another about anything that matters really improves the quality of this already blissful partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in absolute love, I'm convinced that Anna and I were pushed together by upper forces, with our history, friendships, attitudes, personalities, and the past 2 days as evidence.  I see no chance of us ending, but I dont ever want to think of it.  If you're reading this Anna, as you already know, I love you, and this has been the happiest summer of my life.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-112191404628720249?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112191404628720249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112191404628720249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112191404628720249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112191404628720249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/anna-anna-anna.html' title='ANNA ANNA ANNA'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112122201238484710</id><published>2005-07-13T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:49:53.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life... dont talk to me about life...</title><content type='html'>dont get me wrong, life isnt bad at all! but its kinda monotonous during one's seemingly endless summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been faily decent, if not better.  Anna and I  are finally able to get out of work on time, or earlier, which is a huge plus.  Work has never been more basic, in that it hasnt been a tough meal with the residents, but it hasnt been a walk in the park either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've basically been spending lots of my free time at Anna's.  Her mom and sis are our for a couple weeks, and her dad works during the day, so technically... I'm not supposed to be in her house... her dad does know about me being there, and hes a little sceptical about the idea.  He still doesnt know me very well, and he prolly doesnt like the idea that I'm alone with his oldest daughter.  i dont blame him for this, hes absolutely right in assuming the worst.  But Anna and I arent doing anything of real concern!  Yesterday, we watched TV, went to Subway (eat fresh!), and just hung out.  WE WERE EXCELLENT, RESPONSIBLE YOUNG ADULTS!  Today... we were still good, but not as good...&lt;br /&gt;moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, any and all readers of this blog prolly read Anna's blog as well.  And if they do, then they should know by now that Shannon has been IMing me after Tony signs off.  This isnt a bad thing, but its odd.  We were never friends to begin with, and now she wants to talk all of a sudden?  I dont get it, and neither does Anna (because I tell her everything).  We were never concerned too much as to what her motives were, we were just curious.  So we told tony about it all, and I guess he told Shannon, which was the right thing to do, seeing as they are in a relationship, and its the propor thing to do in such a circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;So to make a long story short (too late), Shannon now HATES poor Anna just because WE (WE as in Anna and I) were just wondering what was going on.  you can see her HATEFUL COMMENT on Annas blog, though I dont think its a good idea, its pretty nasty.&lt;br /&gt;So Shannon, if u ever read this blog, BACK OFF OF ANNA!  Theres no reasont to be so evil, if u have to be ticked at someone, make it ME! I was the one who was concerned first, and Anna only told Tony about it all cause I told her to! (i dont talk to tony online, I still dont know y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for a nice change of subject, My sister just turned 12! I couldnt be there with her cause I had to work all day, but I gave her a gold necklace that she could put an Italien Cameo carving (which I bought for her in Italy)  around her neck.  And i paid for their bowling party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all I have for u now... I guess I'll just blog later if I have to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-112122201238484710?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112122201238484710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112122201238484710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112122201238484710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112122201238484710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-dont-talk-to-me-about-life.html' title='life... dont talk to me about life...'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112078382397500672</id><published>2005-07-07T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:21:15.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love hammocks</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty uneventful day, except for one bit...&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of today just hanging out at home watching never-before-seen movies. I watched Silence of the lambs, Total Recall, and The Stepford Wives. All of which, were odd...&lt;br /&gt;But at around 1ish, Anna called to ask if she could pick up her bike, since I had to borrow it a couple of days ago to get home before my curfew (fyi, biking at night in ptown is awesome, if there isnt a lot of traffic). I said "ok, come on over" so she did.&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind, that we havent seen eachother in like 30 hours! So when she got here, we caught up on our lost time, and just hung out in my hammock. I was really glad she stopped by, if only she didnt have to go to work... oh well... I cant complain, cause I got to see her again!&lt;br /&gt;It amazed me as to how much I truly missed her, since we only saw eachother on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt; I can go months without seeing or speaking to my best friend, who lives in Gofstown, but I cant go a day and a half without being with Anna???&lt;br /&gt;I guess realizing that, helped me realize just how happy I am with her, and that I cant bear the thought of "What if I never asked her out?" Cause that would be very depressing and sad.&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, all I'm really stating in this article, is... I love you Anna! (kinda redundant now isnt it?, of course u know that, and like half of MV knows it!) (but its worth repeating)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-112078382397500672?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112078382397500672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112078382397500672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112078382397500672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112078382397500672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-hammocks.html' title='I love hammocks'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-112070342771508650</id><published>2005-07-07T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:20:44.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE RETURNED!</title><content type='html'>wo, long time no blog!&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since I last posted anything, as Ive been told by a certain pal in Peurto Rico.&lt;br /&gt;The past like, week and a half have been just awesome in general, so there isnt a whole lot going on worth mentining, at least, nothing thats any of the readers business... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, i have stuff i could post, but I wont. Its nothing personal to the reader, its only MY memories and MY feelings that go into this blog, so sometimes, its just none of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've been working A LOT over the past week, and whenever I'm not at work, I'm prolly with Anna or sleeping. Sometimes, i'm with Anna AND working! I kinda prefer one or the other frankly, cause at work, Anna and I cant be "us." And thats really depressing. I guess you just have to be there to fully comprehend what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of working days have been pretty good for Anna and I. We got out REALLY early on Monday, since we didnt have to do laundry, and Gale, the best nurse working there, did like ALL of the dishes for us, so we could concentrate on more important matters.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was good too. Only we had to do the laundry, and Gale didnt help AS MUCH as the previous day, but thats ok, we still got out early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, a lot of what i'm saying in this post is redundany stuff that Anna has already punctually posted in her blog, so if you, (you being the reader) really care about whats been happening for me during the past couple of days, then you could prolly consult Anna's blog, and you'd understand fine. After all, weve seen eachother EVERYDAY since summer vacation started, and its been a blast! She is the best thing to ever happen to me, and so far, this summer has been the happiest, and the longest ever. I love you Anna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that Ive mentioned that, I'm really depressed... Today was the first day of summer vacation that we HAVENT seen eachother, and its really lonely... The highlights of my day were Subway for lunch... and I didnt have to work like i was scheduled to... (I dunno why, some sorta over scheduling error or somethin...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the upside, (!) this has been the longest summer vacation of my life thus far. Ive spent past summers at the PCC daycamp, and that made the days go by a lot faster, so the summer was over quick... Now that I'm unencumbered by such burdens (cause I used to be a CIT, and had to handle little kids), I'm free to do what ever I want, when I want. And that makes the days seem longer, and as a result, I cant remember what i did 3 days ago! (Which is good?)&lt;br /&gt;its not that the days are monotonous, its just that so much has been happening, in so many varied ways, that I dont keep track of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've prolly bored each and every reader so far, I might as well stop typing right now!... Wait for it... WAIT FOR IT!... (sudden halt)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-112070342771508650?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112070342771508650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=112070342771508650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112070342771508650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/112070342771508650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-returned.html' title='I HAVE RETURNED!'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111992459836937078</id><published>2005-06-28T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:19:59.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good movies, Bad jobs and an Average day</title><content type='html'>The past couple of days have been pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a good day in general. In the early afternoon, Anna was able to come over and hang out. We watched White Noise, in air conditioned comfort, then went out to supper at The Cornerview Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, we headed back to my place, where we watched Space Cowboys, again, in airconditioned comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Sunday came along... MAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;The morning sucked, too many residents in general, plus 2 families decided to bring along their kids, and grand kids to lunch...&lt;br /&gt;So Anna and I were constantly busy with the meals, and didnt get to finish dishes till like 3 o'clock... We're normally done dishes at 2...&lt;br /&gt;Now, Todd, our boss, thinks that we're working WAY too hard to finish our jobs. It really ticks me off, how after the past 2 sundays, with last sunday being fathersday, and this sunday being busyer than usual, that he can just say we're working too hard, when we are never more dedicated and motivated to get the job done! Its not our fault that Todd can only assign 2 workers per shift, or how Joyce, the director, cant allow Todd to hire an additional person to do dishes! But we're the ones who have to take the punishment!&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the afternoon went a lot better than the morning, cause their was a new shift of nurses working for the supper meal. Which meant that all the dishes and tables were taken care of faster, since we had some additional sets of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really good day, especially for a monday.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to no one else in the house, which was odd, and sorta lonely, but thats ok, I'm getting used to it now. No one else in my family is able to be home during the day, my sis has day camp, and my parents have work. So its just me and the cat! WOO HOO!!! PARTY!!! (sorry. I'm ok now...)&lt;br /&gt;So at about 12, I called up Anna to see if she could go our for lunch, but she wasnt home....&lt;br /&gt;So I tried again like 5 mins later, and!... she still wasnt home...&lt;br /&gt;So I ordered pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Then she called me back at about 1:30! We took a bikeride down to summerfreeze, where we had a nice break from the day eating icecream. BTW, those Brownie Sundaes they have are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;We went back to my place, only to discover later that we were late for a mandatory staff meeting for work! We rushed over there, at the start of the meeting, and apperantly, Todd knew that we'd BOTH be late, and that we'd BOTH be coming in at the SAME time... So Todd knows about us, and its all Anna's sis's fault. Todd had called her house to ask where she was, and her sis replied with "Shes on a bikeride with Harper", so how could he NOT know??!!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;So ya, the meeting was fine, kinda dull, but I kept feeling like Todd was JUST talking to me during the entire thing... paranoia? Maybe... prolly not though...&lt;br /&gt;So after the meeting, Anna and I headed back to my place, where we ended up in a long water fight, I with a water gun, Anna with a garden hose.... yet I still dominated! I ended up only mildly damp, while I practically drowned her... twice!!!&lt;br /&gt;So then after she left, I saw a deer in my backyard, eating off of a wild rhubarb plant, before I noticed it though, it started to run away...&lt;br /&gt;Later in the night, it was seen again, in our backyard, grazing.&lt;br /&gt;Though I love the idea that we can have wild deer grazing in our backyard, I think its too bad that they're forced out of their homes and stuck with us... There has been a lot of construction and deforestation around here lately, I guess we get to experience the aftermath...&lt;br /&gt;So later, I finally got HELLO to work, and Anna and I were able to send pics.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111992459836937078?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111992459836937078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111992459836937078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111992459836937078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111992459836937078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-movies-bad-jobs-and-average-day.html' title='Good movies, Bad jobs and an Average day'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111958149493609986</id><published>2005-06-24T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:17:51.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic and the Past</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day!&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sis just hung around the house, till like 11. Then we watched a cool PBS special DVD on the percussion group STOMP. Basically, a group of 7 ppl who play load music using garbage cans, brooms, and basketballs. Stuff like that. At around 12ish, my sis and I prepared for a picnic we'd be having with Anna.&lt;br /&gt;So Anna came over, and we had a picnic, listened to music, and did archery till like 2:3o. After that, we all walked down to Summer Freeze for ice cream! Anna and I got matching Brownie Delight flurrys, which were ok, but I think I'd try a different flavor next time...&lt;br /&gt;So we walked back to my house, with leftover onion rings, and mozerella sticks, just in time for my dad to come home, only to find us with full stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;So guess what? My dad, seeing Anna still with us, invited her to stay for dinner! While he was cooking, Anna and I started to watch Phonebooth, which rocked! We had a nice dinner of onion rings, and burgers, then watched the end of Phonebooth. After the movie, she and I went for a bike ride on the trails of Sewallis Falls, and eventually stopped to rest on a bench that had a family of mosquitos to greet us... *scratch-scratch*&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up at the elementary school playground, where we kissed for the first time, over 6 weeks ago...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I just wanted ot mention that...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came home, and started blogging...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111958149493609986?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111958149493609986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111958149493609986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111958149493609986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111958149493609986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/picnic-and-past.html' title='Picnic and the Past'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111931537999166947</id><published>2005-06-20T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:17:02.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A great Monday</title><content type='html'>Today was definetly one of the best mondays I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 9-9:30, got ready for the day, and started to watch "The Mothman Prophecies." I didnt get to finish it though, cause I remembered about half way through the movie, that Anna was supposed to call to invite me over for the day. So I did, but I still havent seen the last bit of the movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;As we were making our way to her house, we were passing 3o pines, and we saw TONY pass us in his car. BAH!!! I had secretly made plans to not see him at all this summer, and now theyre ruined!!! JK Tony, but dont come into contact with me ever again ok? thanks...&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we got there, and hung out in either her room, or in her backyard, for like 4 hours! We had lunch, talked, lied out on her lawn, other stuff, the usual. These 4 hours were definetly the best 4 of the day, thats all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;So I came home at 3, so I could watch over my little sis, who just completed the sixth grade!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling in a REALLY good mood cause of Anna, so I let my sis rent movies for the rest of the week, and bought her some candy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I rented White Noise, which was... um... a satisfying rental, I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;So then I gamed for a while, then started to blog...&lt;br /&gt;thats it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111931537999166947?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111931537999166947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111931537999166947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111931537999166947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111931537999166947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/great-monday.html' title='A great Monday'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111918661193487224</id><published>2005-06-19T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:15:47.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneakers and Old folks</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been great!&lt;br /&gt;School is FINALLY over for the MV kids, but it doesnt feel like it. Im gonna be sooooo happy when I sleep in tomorrow, ON A MONDAY! Final exams were annoying, thought I feel like I did fairly well. Out of 4 potential finals, I had to take 3. My first was in internetworking, where I was already getting like a 95 in the course, but the final was mandatory for all students. But I had to take my English and History finals, because my average grade for the semester was less then adequete to skip out of it, in other words, I got lower than a 92.5 overall...&lt;br /&gt;English was a good final, I felt I understood the material, and we had to read (what I thought was) a very entertaining psychological sci-fi short story, about the dangers and hassles of technology.&lt;br /&gt;The History final, on the other hand, was horrible. I think I passed, but I didnt feel like I knew the material at all. I couldnt really study for this final though, because the teacher didnt give us a lot of notes to study from, and Im too lazy to study from my worksheets and books...&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after all finals were done, I went to Anna's for the rest of the day. Her sister, and her pal, Claire were there. Claire is a "unique" individual, very random... Anna made noodles for lunch, and we basically just hung out in her room till she had to go to work. There were several times where both Claire and her sis were trying to catch Anna and I "being a couple." We were caught twice, and both times, I laughed, and Anna blushed while giggling. The other times, we knew we were being watched, so we made sure we caught her sister while they were spying. Over all, it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Friday, was ok. I woke up, and watched movies in my PJs till I had to go to work. Anna made an awesome compy background portraying our song (I love you Anna), which she gave it to me before I had to leave. Work was pretty dull, well, at least most of it...&lt;br /&gt;When I left the dining room to leave, I waited for Anna to pick me up, so we could go to her house for a movie. We saw Spiderman, cause she hasnt seen those movies yet. We had "meatball" pizza, chips, and some sort of chocolate PB pie. After the movie, we listened to music off of her lappy, and we now have a new appreciation for our song, the guns and roses/new found glory remixes of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! Yesterday, I was stuck working all day, cause Sarah was graduating, and prolly had some sort of party afterwards. Anna was at the graduation providing music, so she couldnt be at work for the morning, but thats ok, cause I saw her in the afternoon shift. For the morning, I woked with Megan, so EVERYTHING was done and set by like 2 o'clock. Normally, it takes till about 2:30-3:00 to do everything. So with my extra time, I set the dining room early. It was all done by break time, so Anna and I were already WAY ahead of schedule! The rest of the day was pretty good, but near the end of dinner, Anna was acting really, REALLY hyper. Ive never heard her say such random things, so quickly, it was sorta scary.... I dont think she was even aware of the behavior, and she didnt seem to understand how nutty she was being (peanut brittle).&lt;br /&gt;After work, I invited her over to my place, where my grandparents were over for an early Fathers-day party thingy. We had some leftover chinese food, and listened to the adults talk. Anna seemed to have a pretty good time, which was good.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we hung out in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Then I dropped her off .&lt;br /&gt;I'll see her later though of course, work is in like an hour and a half...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111918661193487224?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111918661193487224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111918661193487224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111918661193487224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111918661193487224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/sneakers-and-old-folks.html' title='Sneakers and Old folks'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111887349040236320</id><published>2005-06-15T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:12:06.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of finals</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been pretty normal I guess....  Nothing out of the ordinary has occured since the weekend... nerts...&lt;br /&gt;On the upside (!) theres only 1 day left of school! I hate history, and I really wish I didnt have to take the final, but what am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;I murdered the english final however. I loved the short story we had to read for the test, it was the story of a guy in the future, whos main goal in life is to rid society of imersive technology...&lt;br /&gt;well, I liked the story better when I wasnt using the imersive technology myself... anyway, before that, Anna, Ginny, and I just hung out in the CAF till it was time for class. Ginny was "reading" a book, while Anna and I were either playing with silly putty, trying to get Ginny to listen to our song, or wondering if Ginny was even reading, perhaps she was, but then again, she might not have, she couldve been pretending for our benefit, so we could use up time thinking about her motives for messing with our heads...............&lt;br /&gt;anyway, eventually, Geremy came to sit with us. I dont hate the kid, but I think it woulda been ok if he didnt show up. Either way, Anna still gave me frosted cheerios, which made me REALLY hyper. Anna says I'm funny when I'm hyper. During break, Aimee was eating an apple turnover, but she claimed it was an apple "danish." When asked what the difference was, I said, "a turnover is a danish from McDonalds!" It was a lot funnier to be there, and to see the emphasis I put into that statement. I hate to say this, but I guess you had to be there...&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was ok, a lot of people were missing, and Matt Coll, some random sofmore, sat at our table. About half way through, Anna, Monica, and Kathryn showed up to sell CDs. What I didnt know beforehand was that Anna was going to hug me from behind. That was a good surprise. So lunch ended, I went to chemisty, did nothing, played with silly putty some more, and played cards with some Chris kid. I was astonished to learn that he has never played a game of Go Fish at all in his lifetime!!! So I taught him, we played, and he won... thats what I get for helping out a bud... I get to lose... So then we played Slapjack, and that turned into a very fast, violent adventure...&lt;br /&gt;Then for 4th block, we were all lectured about the dangers of offroad vehicles, and how accidents occur to the most random people. It was really sad, but Anna was there to hold, so I was able to recover easily.&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to work, when I found there had been some miscommunication amongst my co workers. Sarah was scheduled as usual, but it was between Megan and I to decide who would work with her. As I understood it, I was gonna work. I guess Megan didnt understand... so she showed up, and since I didnt really want to work today, I got to leave!!! So I came home.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly the oddest thing just happened whilst I was writing this post... I noticed that "DragonflyA" just signed on in AIM, which, as I always understood, was another SN of Anna's.&lt;br /&gt;Heres the conversation I had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:normal,'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" lang="0"&gt;skyhoop13&lt;comment&gt; (6:26:57 PM)&lt;/comment&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Andy;" &gt;different  sn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:normal,'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:normal,'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);" lang="0"&gt;DragonflyA&lt;comment&gt; (6:27:23 PM)&lt;/comment&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:normal,'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:normal,'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" lang="0"&gt;skyhoop13&lt;comment&gt; (6:27:34 PM)&lt;/comment&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Andy;" &gt;who is  this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:normal,'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);" lang="0"&gt;DragonflyA signed off  at 6:27:49 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apperantly, that wasnt Anna... a hacher perhaps? of her sister? An untrustworthy pal? I dunno, I'll have to look into this further...&lt;br /&gt;l8r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13121963-111887349040236320?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111887349040236320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111887349040236320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111887349040236320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111887349040236320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/1st-of-finals.html' title='1st of finals'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111854397234293003</id><published>2005-06-12T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:08:53.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whale Watching, and the fall of Smilka</title><content type='html'>Today was an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;For today, both Anna and I made sure that we would have the day off from work, for "unknown reasons" according to Todd, our boss. My Mom's office was hosting a whale watch cruise for everyone who wanted to go. My family, one of my sister's friends and Anna of course attended. The trip was sweet. We saw sharks, birds, water, and obviously whales. Anna and I cuddled for most of the boat ride. (hehehe). But my Dad took a few pictures of us while we weren't looking, just cause they think we're cute... Anyways, after the cruise, we all went out to Newiks, our favorite seafood restaurant. My parental units got to know Anna a bit better, and so far, they like her. After we dropped off Tess's (my sister) friend, I walked Anna home via the back roads of p-town. It was a great walk, though too short. I absolutely love her, and I hate saying goodbye to her, but it helps to know that I saw her yesterday at work, and I'll see her AGAIN tomorrow at work. (Hopefully, we'll be able to check out at 7 like we're supposed too...)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Friday, BAH!&lt;br /&gt;School was way too hot to attend, but it was quieter cause the seniors had their class trip. But after school, I realized I had to go to work... I was fine with that cause the airconditioner was working now, but Smilka, my co-worker, decided to just, NOT SHOW UP!!! She and Todd have had their share of arguements and disagreements, but now, it looks like Smilka has had it. So I think Todd is just going to fire her. Not to be mean, but its perfect timing, with the summer coming up, and my new found respect for the second sitting of meals...&lt;br /&gt;ONLY 4 DAYS LEFT... I can do it, I think I've even been exempt from a couple of finals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only 4 more days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only 4 more days.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111854397234293003?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111854397234293003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111854397234293003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111854397234293003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111854397234293003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/whale-watching-and-fall-of-smilka.html' title='Whale Watching, and the fall of Smilka'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111819652385809903</id><published>2005-06-08T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:07:17.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverside Park, and the stalker</title><content type='html'>School was dull. In internetworking, my VOC class, I finally realized that I knew how to properly program a router, and can classify, create, and distribute IP addresses! I dont know what a router actually does, or what the signifigance of it all means, but thats alright. No big deal, i'm getting an A in the class, and its worth college credits, so all is good. The rest of the day was dull...&lt;br /&gt;At least till after school.&lt;br /&gt;After I had dinner, I met Anna at her house so we could take a walk. We stopped at Riverside Park, (thats the park by the side of the river), and honestly, I've never felt closer, or more relaxed and happy around anyone else before. She is my life, and theres nothing more that I could wish from her. She is perfect in every definition of the word, and the past 4 weeks with her have been the best weeks of my life. She prolly already knows this, but its worth repeating.&lt;br /&gt;But back here on earth, away from cloud 9, life is pretty normal. No complaints, but I am a bit worried about a certain someone, Nameless, who seems to be stalking Anna and I. Cause she used to like me, but I asked Anna to date me, and now Nameless is all ticked off, silent, and becoming really creepy in general. If she is a true stalker, then shes prolly been reading my posts lately, and is prolly reading this article right now... and if she is, then she should know by now, that I'm taken, and theres no point in continuing this charade. I'm not trying to be mean, but I need to make sure that if she is reading this, that I've known about her for a long while now, so back off, its not a secret.&lt;br /&gt;And on a happier note, school ends in less then 10 days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111819652385809903?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111819652385809903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111819652385809903&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111819652385809903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111819652385809903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/riverside-park-and-stalker.html' title='Riverside Park, and the stalker'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111810327052615261</id><published>2005-06-06T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:06:03.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more weeks.....</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel bad about yesterday... it feels like its all my fault that Anna and I got out REALLY REALLY late last night from work. At least its over now...&lt;br /&gt;But today was another story all together. It was, after all, a monday. Other than that, I wish the past 2 days hadnt happened. Sure, I wouldnt see Anna, but thats the only disadvantage. Nothing happened today, nothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, the only things I have worth mentioning are that final exams for my VOC class are on wednsday, and thursday. OF THIS WEEK. I still have over 2 chapters of work that needs to be done, 2 tests, and possibly labs... BAH ( and thats not including the final exam )&lt;br /&gt;I also have a research paper due in English next Monday, chemistry to suffer through (I only need a 92.5 average to avoid the final exam &gt;_&lt;), and I need to prepare for the worst in history. only 2 more weeks, then its all over for good. Then its the summer, and I'll be able to just hang out, maybe go to work, and be with Anna a lot more during the day... only 2 more weeks... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only 2 more weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only 2 more weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111810327052615261?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111810327052615261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111810327052615261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111810327052615261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111810327052615261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/2-more-weeks.html' title='2 more weeks.....'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111794105532292820</id><published>2005-06-05T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:04:56.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm, breakfast of champions</title><content type='html'>Today was an ok Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up later than normal, which was swell. I had an apple, and some cream soda for breakfast. I stopped off at the bank to deposit some checks, then brought my mom and sis to walmart. While there, I picked up an xbox game, had lunch, went home, played it for a couple of hours, returned a couple movies, and came back home. I also have a research paper due in english class, which I tried to start, but failed to because I forgot the research in my locker... so I went back to the games. Then my dad came home from work, we had dinner, and I went to a LAN party at an old friends of mine. Then I came home, and started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that in greek, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agape&lt;/span&gt; Anna, which is to say, I love her, and not in a family relation way, possesive way, or friendly way.&lt;br /&gt;I AGAPE U ANNA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111794105532292820?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111794105532292820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111794105532292820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111794105532292820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111794105532292820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/mmm-breakfast-of-champions.html' title='mmm, breakfast of champions'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111785528386620309</id><published>2005-06-04T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:03:34.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mole Day and THE DAD</title><content type='html'>Today was a day.  Wasnt much to complain about, but I wouldnt have minded if the day didnt happen.&lt;br /&gt;VOC was ok, nothin new to report there.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I returned to school, and it was time for everyone to see the IMOVIES, a collection of student movie trailers that they had to film and feature as a project. Most of them are really cool, and are all funny in their own little ways. I saw Anna's trailer and even though she said she didnt want me to see it, it was really good. And funny in its own little ways.&lt;br /&gt;After "english" was over, it was time for MOLE DAY in chemistry. For the uninformed ones, or the ones that have learned to avoid it, the mole is the name of a really big number that relates the mass of an element to the weight of a substance. Its really confusing, and I dont feel like reliving this part of my past....&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, mole day meant that all of the chemisty students were able to be outside for the second half of the day, and compete in mole related activities, while also missing fourth block.&lt;br /&gt;After school, I realized that I had to go to work, which I REALLY didnt want to go to...&lt;br /&gt;But thats ok, cause I was good, and went anyways...&lt;br /&gt;I might as well have been dead at work today, cause it was already a really long day, and I didnt need manual labor on top of it. But I got through it ok, and the residents love me, which makes the job a bit easier. I told several of the residents about what my future should be like, cause for some reason, they have the idea that I want to own my own restaurant, an italien one, in vermont... which isnt bad mind u, but I never said or confirmed any of this... So I corrected them and told them about my dream of piloting and skydiving. They thought it was a good idea, and had a conversation with me, ME, the little server guy... which was ok by me.&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, Anna invited me over for a movie at her house, and I went. We watched secret window, which was ok. The only bad part was when we first got really comfortable, her dad walked in, and joined in watching the movie. NERTS! After the movie, we made popcorn, took a tour of her back yard, and settled down in her room, where we listen to music, and just hung out. Then I had to leave, and so now I'm here! Blogging again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111785528386620309?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111785528386620309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111785528386620309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111785528386620309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111785528386620309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/mole-day-and-dad.html' title='Mole Day and THE DAD'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111767326796554040</id><published>2005-06-01T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:01:26.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse the Dessert Buffet!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, the past two days have been pretty uneventful. Nothing new to report. Anna and I are still in Cloud Nine, or Valhalla, or whatever you want to call it. Nothing new to complain about...&lt;br /&gt;Work was ok yesterday. Nothing new or exciting. Although, I have noticed that 5 out of the 5 past days I've worked, we've had the same dessert. DESSERT BUFFET. Nothing special about this particular dessert, its just a cheap way to discard our leftover eatables. The only issue with this, is the fact that I have to memerize up to 6 separate dessert orders (unlike the usual 2 or 3). I think that Todd is doing this on purpose, just to cheese me off. I confronted him about it today, and he addmitted to the sabotage! Oh well, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our annual school picnic, and that means that I get to spend lunch outside, in the sun, with Anna, FOR AN HOUR!!! woohoo&lt;br /&gt;And after school, Anna has a concert thing that I've been invited to. After the concert, we plan on going to Friendly's to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;But that's tomorrow, and it hasn't happened yet, so until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111767326796554040?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111767326796554040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111767326796554040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111767326796554040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111767326796554040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/curse-dessert-buffet.html' title='Curse the Dessert Buffet!!!'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111749837830390440</id><published>2005-05-30T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:59:57.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>BAH, gotta work on memorial day. At least its time and a half. One of the lady residents, FL are her initials, has got to be one of the last decent human beings on the face of the planet, along with myself and Anna. Shes just a really nice lady who is just an amazing little old person, she rocks. Anyways, I was on dish duty most of the day, till i left...&lt;br /&gt;I left and rented "secret window" and "saw" both of which I couldnt see in theaters.  so now i got the chance!&lt;br /&gt;Saw was awesome, I love thrillers like that, if only Danny Glover didnt die... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;then I had dinner, hung out, then started blogging!&lt;br /&gt;what a monday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111749837830390440?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111749837830390440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111749837830390440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111749837830390440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111749837830390440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111742491787955626</id><published>2005-05-30T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:59:15.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms and Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>today was... odd, work was ok, but it wasnt really good. It was rough, but it was ok, one of my few beliefs in life is duality. Everything has an equal portion of opposite sides. In this case, it was gonna be a good night, cause anna was coming over to watch a movie. Because of that future event, while being really good, meant that the day was gonna be a hassle until she arrived at my door. And it was!!!&lt;br /&gt;As a lucky turn of events, the day went from beautiful, sunny, and hot, to rainy, cloudy, and cool. We had a HUGE thunder storm that started hailing. The entire outdoors looked like a waterfall!&lt;br /&gt;So after work, we started for the movie gallary to pick something to watch. They didnt have "white noise", so we just watch "collateral" at home. after the movie, i drove her home, and it took us about a half hour to say "goodbye" to eachother. So I'm in for a talk from my parents tomorrow, about the proper ediquete for early relationships.&lt;br /&gt;BAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111742491787955626?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111742491787955626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111742491787955626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111742491787955626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111742491787955626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/storms-and-goodbyes.html' title='Storms and Goodbyes'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111733473959475768</id><published>2005-05-29T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:58:16.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tims Bday/new Background</title><content type='html'>today was ok.&lt;br /&gt;the day was a typical saturday, until the night time. My old pal TIM had his bday party at his house in Gtown. it sucked for the first hour, then tim and I sprayed all the girls and adults with water pistols, till they got back at us, and we were soaked the rest of the night... it was SO worth it though, thats pretty much all that happened today, it was fun! I'll try to update this when i can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND B4 I FORGET, CHECK OUT THIS LINK, ITS A PICTURE OF MY CURRENT DESKTOP BACKGROUND WHICH ANNA MADE FOR ME. ITS BASED OFF OF MY FAVORITE SONG, PINBALL WIZARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/PinballWizard.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111733473959475768?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111733473959475768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111733473959475768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111733473959475768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111733473959475768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/tims-bdaynew-background.html' title='Tims Bday/new Background'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111725087816723022</id><published>2005-05-28T02:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:57:19.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Sevice Day</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome!  I havent had a Friday like this since... well... ever....&lt;br /&gt;first off, it was community service day at school, and that means no classes. Secondly, I got to volenteer at Whitaker Place, the assisted living home I work at. Third of all, I got to be with Anna the entire time!&lt;br /&gt;We first planted some flowers around the grounds, then we picked up trash in the nearby woods, then we finished up with weed-pulling. That was OK, but the real meat and potatoes of this day occured afterwards. Since I live next door to Whitaker, Anna and I stopped in and "hung out" until we had to go back to school. After we both agreed that there was NO POINT in staying in school (because we were supposed to have group discussions about what we did that day, but Anna and I were the only 2 people who showed up at Whitaker!) we left an hour before we were scheduled to. We didnt have anything to do, so we started for Annas house. We found a deer grazing in her back woods, took a picture, and snuck away, so it could eat in peace. Anyways, we got to her house, played with Pugsly, her "dog," "hung out" some more, and ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheeseburger pizza&lt;/span&gt;.  Wow. . .&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go BACK to whitaker for my work shift... BAH&lt;br /&gt;But thats OK, cause work was pretty good, no complaints, even if "dessert buffet" was on the menu... again... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate that menu item...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then I got home, 40 mins early, played on the trusty XBox, and watched GLADIATOR with my folks. Awesome movie. And then i started to blog... well, there isnt a lot i can write after this point, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the end...&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/13121963-111725087816723022?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111725087816723022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111725087816723022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111725087816723022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111725087816723022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/community-sevice-day.html' title='Community Sevice Day'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111716081708778140</id><published>2005-05-26T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:56:03.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycled Percussion</title><content type='html'>Well, the past 2 days have gone by normally, I went to school, came home, hung out, the usual...&lt;br /&gt;But today, instead of going to 4th block, the entire school was shoved into the gym, for a show called "Recycled Percussion." It was awesome! It was a group of 4 guys, playing really loud drums!!! 3 guys were bustin out on PVC pipes, trashcans, jackhammers, chainsaws, etc... and the last guy worked turntables. Near the end of the show, 2 of the guys had a sort of beat boxing contest. As an added bonus, Anna and I were sitting together, so today was, in summary, just plain awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111716081708778140?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111716081708778140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111716081708778140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111716081708778140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111716081708778140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/recycled-percussion.html' title='Recycled Percussion'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111698027545362870</id><published>2005-05-24T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:55:04.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My future in Flying?</title><content type='html'>Well, today was ok. I didnt see Anna this morning as much as usual cause she had an orthodontist thingy which she had to go to. But english was good, she and I worked on this weird art-boredom-checker pattern instead or our work. Work was good too. I worked with Sharon, so the cooking was done early, and she helped with some of the dishes. I ate about 3 pounds of Bacon and Bread Pudding for dinner. (not at once!) While I was busy cleaning off tables, the lady witht eh reflectoers on her wheelchair, (you know who I'm talking about Anna) called me over and asked what I planned to do when I graduate. So I sat down and told her I wanted to fly for a living. She thought that was interesting, but I had to leave soon cause I coulda got in trouble for sitting on the job... When I left for home, she told me about several occupational locations that could get me into flying. (SHE DOESNT NEED TO WORRY ABOUT MY FUTURE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;So then I came home, and started blogging... until later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111698027545362870?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111698027545362870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111698027545362870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111698027545362870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111698027545362870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-future-in-flying.html' title='My future in Flying?'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111690025206842054</id><published>2005-05-23T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:53:53.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dullness</title><content type='html'>Well, first day with a journal, and so far, so good. Nothing really happened today though, so maybe I shoulda waited till tomorrow, when stuff could happen. oh well... VOC was dull, english was good, but Anna was really mean to Tony and his disgust with dead things (hehehe). Its ok though, I still love her, nothing could disuade me from her malicious antics, shes mine all the same, and I'd hate to lose her. Anyways, Chemistry was REALLY dull, and history was DULLER! (WW2 was really depressing) Anna and I walked together after school, like always, and I did homework after we sadly parted ways... After homework, I went to my sisters vocal ensemble, went home, and hung out online... that was my day, cant wait for tomorrow. Anna and I will have our 2 week anniversary, and I have to work. so ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111690025206842054?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111690025206842054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111690025206842054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111690025206842054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111690025206842054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/dullness.html' title='Dullness'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121963.post-111688668882719539</id><published>2005-05-23T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:18:08.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>This is different, my own jounal... and the WORLD can read it to their leisure... Thats really cool...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my life I guess, not much, but enough, no complaints here.  Basically, heres a brief summary of my life so far...&lt;br /&gt;I was born&lt;br /&gt;I grew up&lt;br /&gt;I am now in high school - Not popular, not unpopular.  In shape, but not "jacked" or "ripped."  Dont like sports, but I'll play them if I need to.  (theres no real reason anyone would need to know this information is there?)  (guess not)&lt;br /&gt;Recent news...&lt;br /&gt;I have a sweet job at a retirement community! hours are great, pay is good, the old folkes LOVE me, I live next door to the complex, and every Sunday, I get to work for 9 hours with the best person on the planet, an angel personified, my GF, Anna.&lt;br /&gt;So that should do it for now, until tomorrow I suppose. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121963-111688668882719539?l=hooperlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111688668882719539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121963&amp;postID=111688668882719539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111688668882719539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121963/posts/default/111688668882719539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hooperlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Harper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298850442121769242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/AltoAnnaBanana/HarpersMunch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
