<?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-18862328</id><updated>2011-07-16T12:31:57.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camilleon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilleon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilleon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14500825762608215456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bookofjoe.com/images/nemo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862328.post-113590599883252960</id><published>2005-12-29T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:26:38.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are brothers IDIOTS!?</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I have 2 older brothers and one younger brother. For as long as I can remember their ultimate goal has been to make my life more difficult. They claim that they are making me stronger, that I need to toughen up but I disagree. I think after 19 years of torture they could cut me some slack! Just 5 minutes ago I was sitting in my basement snuggled up in a blanket reading a wonderful romance novel in bliss when all of a sudden my little brother, Thomas "toots" comes running into the room with Axe cologne and starts spraying me with the it! I was wrapped in this blanket and didn't want to bend the book so it took me a while to get up and start chasing him. As I was chasing him he continued to spray while running away... hitting me in the face and getting the nasty trash stuff in my mouth! Of course I was screaming and yelling that I was going to kill him, my mom yelled her approval as I chased him throughout the house! Earlier today this same brother came and stole my grilled cheese sandwich and put in on the toilet just because I wouldn't tell him what spooning was! Just so you don't think my older brothers are any better here are some more examples... I was watching a movie with a guy I liked and both of my older brothers came and one sat between us and the other sat on top of me and of course farted every 5 minutes or every time he laughed!(I guess it was better that he was farting on my legs and not in my face) Needless to say nothing ever came of that relationship.  My brothers always make it a point to make sure I am around when they let their smelliest farts out. They also love to leave their largest boogers on my pillows. Why oh why do they torture me so! I can't count the number of times I have been tackled to the ground for no apparent reason but my brothers pleasure. I just don't understand them!! Why are they such idiots!? And do they never understand the word "Stop!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862328-113590599883252960?l=camilleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilleon.blogspot.com/feeds/113590599883252960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862328&amp;postID=113590599883252960' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862328/posts/default/113590599883252960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862328/posts/default/113590599883252960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilleon.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-are-brothers-idiots.html' title='Why are brothers IDIOTS!?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14500825762608215456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bookofjoe.com/images/nemo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862328.post-113237434733283124</id><published>2005-11-18T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:25:47.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obsessions</title><content type='html'>So I've come to the conclusion that I can't just like something... I become obsessed with everything that I like. For example, tennis. Now most people like playing tennis occasionally or watch it on tv if there is nothing else to watch. But as for me, I check the tv times everyday just to see if they will show a tournament. If tennis is on tv I become very violent and angry with others who want to try and change the channel or block my vision. I also look up the players statistics and profiles everyday. As part of my obsession with tennis, I am also obsessed with tennis players. My favorite is Andy Roddick! If at anytime, day or night Andy is playing I am there to support him! Another example is Dimetapp. Here is my favorite roommate to tell a story that is relevant to Dimetapp that I love. The details are a little foggy for me because, well, you will see. Camille was in high school and she had a nasty cold. Her mom sent her out the door with some Dimetapp cause she was going to be late. However, what she did not know, is that Camille is OBSESSED with Dimetapp. Not only does she like the way it tastes, but she likes the way it makes her feel. So Camille arrived at school with a full bottle of Dimetapp. By lunchtime, we were horrified to find that more than half the jar was GONE. Disappeared. Vanished. It was then that we, as good friends, found it important to confiscate the drug before Camille was no more. Thats the end. And now back to Camille.  Thank you Kim. I give one more example, HARRY POTTER!!! OH my love for Harry!!! I can't even begin to describe to you how much I love Harry!! Everything from the books, to the movies, to the websites I love! My ultimate dream is to marry Harry. (aka Daniel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862328-113237434733283124?l=camilleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilleon.blogspot.com/feeds/113237434733283124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862328&amp;postID=113237434733283124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862328/posts/default/113237434733283124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862328/posts/default/113237434733283124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilleon.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-obsessions.html' title='My Obsessions'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14500825762608215456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bookofjoe.com/images/nemo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18862328.post-113169713093845751</id><published>2005-11-11T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:18:50.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooning</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love to spoon! Although, my roommate Stefani says "We don't spoon in this family" I find that rule particularly hard to abide by... not that I really follow any of the other rules, but it's alright... So I had a spooning incident that got out of hand. And by "got out of hand" I mean... non-committal spooning (hereby known as NCS) 2 days in a row. How do you feel about NCS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18862328-113169713093845751?l=camilleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camilleon.blogspot.com/feeds/113169713093845751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18862328&amp;postID=113169713093845751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862328/posts/default/113169713093845751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18862328/posts/default/113169713093845751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camilleon.blogspot.com/2005/11/spooning.html' title='Spooning'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14500825762608215456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bookofjoe.com/images/nemo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
