<?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-5926957603016362978</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:13:22.849-07:00</updated><category term='paper'/><category term='summer'/><category term='funny'/><category term='toliet'/><category term='beach'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='radical'/><category term='podcasting'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='hilarious'/><category term='bikini'/><category term='friends'/><category term='80&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Diana Luu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-1734004217345102903</id><published>2010-02-27T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:28:09.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/S4lvfABJVYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E6oy4y1vHag/s1600-h/flying-cat-fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/S4lvfABJVYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E6oy4y1vHag/s320/flying-cat-fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443004203025388930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I never never write on here.  I started a web site not that long ago for a podcast and had been blogging there.  This is more of something personal so I thought that I'd write it here.  I guess I never really feel better until I write out my feelings somewhere.  I can express them to Cody all I want but he's a dude.  He doesn't really care lol I don't blame him though.  It's all about girls and how catty they are.  I think today I am done with most my childhood friends.  This doesn't include you Megan, Angie and Stacee.  I don't think the rest of them are even smart enough to find my blogspot let alone know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of being used by them.  Maybe I should name names but I won't.  You can live your pathetic lives and I'll be okay with it.  I am seriously about ready to just delete you out of my life.  I haven't quite decided that yet.  You guys are dumb and immature and deserve all the shit that has happened to you and all of the shit that comes your way.  The only reason why you even have a full time job is because of ME!  You know it and the fucking thanks I get is nothing.  When I showed you how to use crap on the internet I don't even think you said thanks once.  I don't need a gift or a dinner or anything as a gift.  But a fucking thank you!!!  Come on.  Don't you think that's common courtesy.  You still don't take advice when you clearly need it.  So I don't care.  Go ruin your life.  Like I said before, you deserve it.  So I am done with you.  You've changed for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the other friend.  Shame on you for taking advantage of a person who you KNOW is very susceptible to peer pressure.  You're going to ruin her and you know it.  Don't drag other people down with you.  You're freaking 26 turning 27 this year and you don't have your life in order so you have to leech off of other people.  That's why your family doesn't like you.  Because they see your bullshit and call you out on it.  So you get pissed off and leech from one person to another.  That's also why you have never had a meaningful relationship in your life.  Cause you're an idiot and people can spot it a mile away.  You move from boyfriend to boyfriend and they keep getting younger in age because the older ones aren't as dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I'm done with you both.  Have a nice life together.  You deserve each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5926957603016362978-1734004217345102903?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/1734004217345102903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=1734004217345102903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/1734004217345102903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/1734004217345102903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2010/02/whoops.html' title='Whoops'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/S4lvfABJVYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E6oy4y1vHag/s72-c/flying-cat-fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-5589146046173617696</id><published>2009-10-11T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:02:31.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel so lost.  I always have a game plan for ever situation.  I am currently in a situation where I don't know what to do.  I care so much about this person but I really don't feel like I can help them.  She is turning into somebody else.  She is somebody else already.  I don't know what to do.  I don't want to shut them out of my life.  I know it's horrible but I've thought about it but I can't help it.  I don't like the person that she is becoming.  She means so much to me.  We had different dreams growing up.  Now I don't know what has become of her.  I feel like she is doing this all for a stupid guy.  And her fucking marriage talk.  I "feel" it's right.  Fucking morman shit.  I hate him.  I hate him for what he has done to her.  She's already made up her mind about what she wants.  Why the hell should I help her now?  Oh Diana it's real because of this testimony and that testimony.  I know it's right because I believe in it.  I believe I can fly.  Doesn't mean that I am right.  I don't know about the rest of my family but I feel like it will tear me away from her.  I can see it happening but she's blinded too much by this that she doesn't see it happening.  I just don't know what to do.  Today is day number 3 of crying all day.  I have never cried this much in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5926957603016362978-5589146046173617696?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/5589146046173617696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=5589146046173617696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/5589146046173617696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/5589146046173617696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-8886084013701581360</id><published>2009-08-20T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:16:40.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe you were born that way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/Sp8jxWaC4sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tNAfcVhO0do/s1600-h/SuperStock_1444R-261358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/Sp8jxWaC4sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tNAfcVhO0do/s320/SuperStock_1444R-261358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377055810839044802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys love a good ranting blog, well if you don't, then you shouldn't really read this.  It's official.  My best friends are stupid.  Just stupid.  I think that within the 25 years that I have been alive, that I learn and grow throughout life and my experiences.  I will just tell you guys, that my friends do not.  I have tried and tried to look past it but I can no further.  I have some friends who have grown into adults (Angie) and the rest have not.  It's sad when my 18 year old brother is more mature than you.  It's really sad.  I just feel so frustrated over the whole thing.  I am so done with the matter that I just may separate myself and be done with it all.  Once I reach a certain point and am finished with something, I am able to just turn my feelings off and be done with it.  I won't contact you for a while because I am just so frustrated with you.  You're immature, idiotic, materialistic and just plain stupid.  You care about things that people should care about in junior high school.  What is wrong with you?  You frustrate the hell out of me because you're so retarded.  You are turning 26 this year and you still live with your mom and about to move in with your sister because you can't find or hold down a job.  I tried to help you.  Even gave you a place to live back in the day but you were the worst roommate back then that I didn't want you to move in with me now and just leech off me again.  I am just done.  I don't care if your last 2 birthdays have been shit.  You deserved it, that's why.  I tried to make and plan a good birthday for you.  I wanted to try and plan a trip to Vegas for you but good thing that nobody likes you and wants to come with us.  The only other person who could go was Heather but she's broke.  I didn't want to fork over the money for all of us to go to Vegas.  Good thing I didn't book a hotel room like I almost did because then I would have been screwed.  You piss me off all the time.  You know all the bad shit that has and is happening to you, well that's self perpetuated moron.  You lost your jobs because you're lazy.  You live with your mom because you have no job.  You have nowhere else to go because you use people.  This is why I get along better with guys.  Guys don't carry bullshit like my friends.  I just wish you would grow a brain.  I don't want to be friends with idiots.&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/5926957603016362978-8886084013701581360?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/8886084013701581360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=8886084013701581360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/8886084013701581360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/8886084013701581360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-you-were-born-that-way.html' title='Maybe you were born that way'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/Sp8jxWaC4sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tNAfcVhO0do/s72-c/SuperStock_1444R-261358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-7136087655346417091</id><published>2009-08-16T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:08:27.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Death of a podcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SohouKopkvI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZfnR5Nbyi8Y/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SohouKopkvI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZfnR5Nbyi8Y/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370657697977438962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is my monthly blog.  I really need to start blogging more often.  You just would just hear me bitching though.  I don't know if you guys really want to hear that maybe you guys do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you guys can tell that my old podcast is dead.  D-E-A-D!!!  It's ok though.  It was a good podcast.  Funny, witty and entertaining.  The problem was that there were hundreds of geek podcasts just like us.  We never even hit over a hundred for our podcast.  Well my cohosts and I decided to try a different type of podcast.  We decided on podcasting about 80's cartoons.  This podcast has been going great.  The name is simple, &lt;a href="http://cartoons.libsyn.com/"&gt;80's Cartoon Podcast&lt;/a&gt;.  This podcast is going so much better than my last.  We only have 5 episodes out but we about 4,000 listeners.  So much better than my other.  We like watching cartoons and we like podcasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5926957603016362978-7136087655346417091?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/7136087655346417091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=7136087655346417091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/7136087655346417091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/7136087655346417091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-of-podcast.html' title='Death of a podcast'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SohouKopkvI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZfnR5Nbyi8Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-2300388223381306600</id><published>2009-06-20T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:30:03.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Futura Bk BT;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know this is  cliché to do but I am going to do this.  Again, nobody reads this  blog.  I just need an emotional outlet for this.  Right now  I am just so sick of some my friends.  Most of my friends and family  act their age and can take care of themselves, I don’t know why others can't.. I just wish my friends would grow up.   I want them to succeed in live but they won’t do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They are immature.  They need to take care of themselves but they can't.  They go out and they try to find a guy to take care of them.  It just pisses me off to see that they are dependent and will work for nothing to try and get everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't take any other people down with you.  Just because they're good and nice doesn't mean that you should take advantage of them.  It just pisses me off so bad.  You're a horrible person.  Your mom takes care of you.  She even knows that you have no drive in life.  You're my friend but you're still a horrible horrible person.  I wish you could be a better person.  So much more would happen to you.  I would like you a lot more and hang out with you more.  I just know that will never happen.&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/5926957603016362978-2300388223381306600?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/2300388223381306600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=2300388223381306600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/2300388223381306600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/2300388223381306600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-ranting.html' title='Just ranting'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-2552859929567751875</id><published>2009-06-16T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:15:58.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikini'/><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SjftcFEiNbI/AAAAAAAAABA/221AzTDNCp4/s1600-h/jamaica-beach-summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SjftcFEiNbI/AAAAAAAAABA/221AzTDNCp4/s320/jamaica-beach-summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348004149179069874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summertime.  A time where friends make memories.  I am so excited for summer.  I love everything about it.  I am a little bummed though because here in Utah, we don't have a beach.  I just want to shred some waves.  I can't wait for camping, hiking, tubing and swimming all this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also working to get back my bikini body.  Almost there.  I don't care about talking about this on blogspot because nobody reads this anyways.  Ha ha.  Well good luck to me.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5926957603016362978-2552859929567751875?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/2552859929567751875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=2552859929567751875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/2552859929567751875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/2552859929567751875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2009/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SjftcFEiNbI/AAAAAAAAABA/221AzTDNCp4/s72-c/jamaica-beach-summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-7789701744283954053</id><published>2009-04-23T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:20:28.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Angry Post...sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was pretty angry and was going to post a big blog about it...but Heather made me feel tons better about the situation.  I was only going to say that, but I guess I'll give you more details.  It was about just a dip shit friend.  They don't keep up with me anyways.  They won't even read this.   I am ok now that I don't need a huge blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Heather. ^_^&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/5926957603016362978-7789701744283954053?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/7789701744283954053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=7789701744283954053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/7789701744283954053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/7789701744283954053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-angry-postsort-of.html' title='My First Angry Post...sort of'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-2119827825508981435</id><published>2009-04-02T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:29:58.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>WASD Cast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SdUMjNvWzeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xcBfYQn9QRI/s1600-h/WASD_button_res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SdUMjNvWzeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xcBfYQn9QRI/s320/WASD_button_res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320172333931351522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey guys.  So this is my podcast.  For details go to www.wasdcast.com.  It's a nerd cast.  It's actually more funny than informative, from what people have told me.  It's a fun hobby.  I love my co-hosts.  They are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is Cody.  He's funny.  Mucho funny.  He is the video game guy of all of us.  I mean I play video games but he is SO into World or Warcraft.  He will play console games but really would never finish them.  I play a ton of ds games.  I haven't been into many console games besides Final Fantasy and Fable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there is Spencer.  He is our resident comic book guy.  He does another podcast.  www.talesfromtheparentsbasement.com  It's about comic book.  He is funny.  He likes making fun on Jarrod and Cody on the podcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last is our guest host, Jarrod.  He doesn't play video games, read comics, or watch movies or tv.  Why the hell is he on our show?  Well he's funny.  He's there for comic relief and to lighten the mood.  Our last podcast that we recorded actually didn't include him.  We thought we were going to be way too serious...but it wasn't.  I actually talked more than I have in the past.  Jarrod has been grounded from podcasting for about a month from his wife.  We were podcasting at Spencer's house, when it was over Cody and I left and apparently Jarrod didn't.  He stayed there until 3 in the morning just bullshitting around with Spencer.  So he's grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really hope people catch onto the podcast.  It would be great to have at least 50 fans out there.  We'll see how it goes.  I have decided to whore myself on myspace.  Hopefully it will help to get fans.  I have been adding nerd as friends and hopefully they'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5926957603016362978-2119827825508981435?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/2119827825508981435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=2119827825508981435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/2119827825508981435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/2119827825508981435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2009/04/wasd-cast.html' title='WASD Cast'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SdUMjNvWzeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xcBfYQn9QRI/s72-c/WASD_button_res.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-4397319871045211600</id><published>2009-03-31T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:13:40.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Diana</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for never posting.  There is just so much going on right now.  I starting doing a podcast.  http://wasdcast.libsyn.com/ So once a week Cody, Spencer, Jarod and I talk about comic books, video games, movies and tv.  It's a podcast about all things geek. So if you're feeling randy, go give it a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...what else have I been doing...hmm...I know. I was being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5926957603016362978-4397319871045211600?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/4397319871045211600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=4397319871045211600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/4397319871045211600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/4397319871045211600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-diana.html' title='Lazy Diana'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926957603016362978.post-3384541107041901067</id><published>2008-10-28T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:44:04.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toliet'/><title type='text'>First blog post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQdRkFAoejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5K0DRvWofpM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQdRkFAoejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5K0DRvWofpM/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262264369867684402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Welcome to my first blog.  It's not really my first blog.  I have a myspace, facebook, twitter and website.  Just because I have other social sites I've decided that my first blog post will not be about myself.  I do want to talk about is toilet paper.  That is correct wonderful and full of uses toilet paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I go to the bathroom today and I pick a stall.  I always check to make sure that there is toilet paper. Check it's there.  I never use the protective sheet they give you.  I always opt for putting toilet paper on the seat instead, even though I do know that studies show that putting toilet paper or the protective sheet will not protect you from germs and bacteria anymore than just plopping down with your bare rear.  I just can't bare the thought of putting my naked ass on the same thing big Bertha did.  You never know if people have ass acne or not.  The thing that irks me about toilet paper in public stalls is when the toilet paper does not quite roll out like it should be and you have toilet paper breakage.  Why???  Why do the gods hate me enough to not have my toilet paper dispense at such a sluggish speed.  Since you're pulling the paper to go faster it ripes and comes out one square at a time.  It is just so time consuming.  What did I do today in my down time?  Well, I spent an extra 5 minutes putting individual toilet squares together so I can wipe.  I don't want people to think I'm doing #2 when I am really wasting my valuable time stacking one toilet square on top of another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Another thing I hate about extraordinary thing called toilet paper is when there is a gash in the toilet paper and it affects all of the toilet paper underneath it.  So as you are rolling the toilet paper out, every third piece has a hole in it.  It makes that square useless.   Useless toilet paper...brings a tear to my face when I say it.  :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last issue, well I guess it's not really an issue.  Do people have a preference to whether or not the toilet paper dispense either over or under?  I am an over.  I can't stand it when it's under.  Not a fan.  I have to admit, there are times when I find myself at a friends or my moms house I switch it.  It's retarded to do but I do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So there is my first blog.  I will write about more relevant topics but for now I hope you enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5926957603016362978-3384541107041901067?l=dianatluu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/feeds/3384541107041901067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5926957603016362978&amp;postID=3384541107041901067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/3384541107041901067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5926957603016362978/posts/default/3384541107041901067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianatluu.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-blog-post.html' title='First blog post'/><author><name>Diana Luu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849167346932913693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQiZxMwf1yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pTzn_XJ8sWo/S220/l_0cd147966ec34bffa5feac05e0680917.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gf--k4zqGsE/SQdRkFAoejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5K0DRvWofpM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
