<?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-7666074</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:31:28.824-07:00</updated><category term='CEL'/><category term='sad'/><category term='aw cute'/><category term='help others'/><category term='movies'/><category term='tired'/><category term='death'/><category term='conan o&apos;brien'/><category term='donate'/><category term='comic'/><category term='france'/><category term='twins'/><category term='dream theater'/><category term='DooDoo'/><category term='hyper'/><category term='cute'/><category term='library'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='anti-school'/><category term='summer'/><category term='taxes'/><category term='lone adventures'/><category term='stupid animals'/><category term='dang it'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='my back'/><category term='pwnage'/><category term='jealous'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='pets'/><category term='anger'/><category term='bed'/><category term='cars'/><category term='rice'/><category term='humor'/><category term='cute boy'/><category term='excitement'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='Chardonnay'/><category term='stupid roommates'/><category term='techtonik'/><category term='camera'/><category term='architektin'/><category term='accomplishments'/><category term='Phunk Junkeez'/><category term='college'/><category term='brain'/><category term='school'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='funny sayings'/><category term='dreads'/><category term='movie'/><category term='rain'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='betta'/><category term='tinkering'/><category term='Yellow Tail'/><category term='law of sines'/><category term='i :heart: tv'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='for me'/><category term='teen girl squad'/><category term='structures'/><category term='sick'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='architecture'/><category term='love'/><category term='pessimism'/><category term='Easter 2007'/><category term='headache'/><category term='studio'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='fishies'/><category term='moving'/><category term='sweet escape'/><category term='those crazy English'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='in your FACE'/><category term='veg-o-matic'/><category term='homestarrunner'/><category term='America'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='homework'/><category term='tantrum'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='memories'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='exhausted'/><category term='Tueblay'/><category term='charity'/><category term='summer class'/><category term='gum'/><category term='parkour'/><category term='crit'/><category term='cranky'/><category term='classmates'/><category term='proud of self'/><category term='sister'/><category term='science'/><category term='race track'/><category term='friends'/><category term='car'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='parents&apos; house'/><category term='meesha'/><category term='colleagues'/><category term='stress'/><category term='nerdism'/><category term='realism'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='Leeser'/><category term='i can&apos;t dance'/><category term='music'/><category term='bishes'/><category term='groggusdoggus'/><category term='giggles'/><category term='dog'/><category term='silly antics'/><category term='book'/><category term='late night antics'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='Kung Fu Panda'/><category term='life'/><category term='parents'/><category term='Richard Meier'/><category term='yelle'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='matrix'/><category term='history'/><category term='R-box'/><category term='house'/><category term='Lees-er'/><category term='the world'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='humanity'/><category term='bubble burst'/><category term='lost original text to this post'/><category term='hungry'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Groove Salad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7871967504642061820</id><published>2008-03-23T18:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:32:02.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>And then spring break was over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Long time no post, I've said what I've said a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of spring break. :'o( Not only does it mean that my freedom will be ripped from my hands, but that part of myself will be ripped away along with it; that being, I feel like I'm not the me I really know and love to be when I'm so hammered by school work. The stress, the bad sleep, the fatigue... blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much stress and fatigue from school that I didn't do anything much over spring break except lay on my sister's floor and sleep/watch a lot of tv/movies.   I also did the same thing at Cute Boy's - lots of tv/movies.  WOW, what a lazy spring break!  I had so many plans of things to do!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess my consolation right now is that school pretty much ends in the first week of May even though finals extend into the second week and I'll have 1 exam to take for history.  So I guess I just have to survive the next 5 weeks and then I'll have 3 months to work, earn monies, and spend time with Cute Boy! &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/7666074-7871967504642061820?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7871967504642061820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7871967504642061820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7871967504642061820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7871967504642061820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-then-spring-break-was-over.html' title='And then spring break was over.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6528364216477550361</id><published>2008-02-24T23:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:15:39.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donate'/><title type='text'>HELP OTHERS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thehungersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=1&amp;link=ctg_ths_home_from_ars_thankyou_sitenav"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to help others in need.  All you have to do is click the link, and click the tabs on the page it takes you to.  Then you can click the big colored buttons to get sponsors to donate various ways of help to those in need.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6528364216477550361?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6528364216477550361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6528364216477550361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6528364216477550361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6528364216477550361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2008/02/help-others.html' title='HELP OTHERS.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6921451397805832849</id><published>2008-01-18T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:12:12.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>Richard Gere is giraffe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I was a giraffe, and someone said I was a snake, I'd think, no, actually I'm a giraffe. - &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/30019.html"&gt;Richard Gere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6921451397805832849?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6921451397805832849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6921451397805832849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6921451397805832849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6921451397805832849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2008/01/richard-gere-is-giraffe.html' title='Richard Gere is giraffe.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-1405998691544164298</id><published>2007-12-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T19:40:35.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techtonik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can&apos;t dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><title type='text'>Yelle "ACDG" Remix Electro VaVan Treaxy</title><content type='html'>I don't care who you are, if you can dance or not - or even if you think dancing is stupid, but this is awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYaZYmTwOxA&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="348"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-1405998691544164298?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1405998691544164298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=1405998691544164298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1405998691544164298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1405998691544164298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/12/yelle-acdg-remix-electro-vavan-treaxy.html' title='Yelle &quot;ACDG&quot; Remix Electro VaVan Treaxy'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-3756177089236269149</id><published>2007-11-07T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:23:53.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs to think like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-3756177089236269149?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3756177089236269149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=3756177089236269149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3756177089236269149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3756177089236269149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/11/everyone-needs-to-think-like-this.html' title='Everyone needs to think like this.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-1671655933135633475</id><published>2007-11-03T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:50:42.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny sayings'/><title type='text'>I may have lost it.</title><content type='html'>I just opened Google's homepage and the news feed read: "Musharraf Declares Emergency Rule", but I thought it read: "Mushrooms Declare Emergency Rule".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAHA, I've gone mental!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-1671655933135633475?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1671655933135633475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=1671655933135633475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1671655933135633475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1671655933135633475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-may-have-lost-it.html' title='I may have lost it.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6703929060109180203</id><published>2007-10-11T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:15:17.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parkour'/><title type='text'>l'art du déplacement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some time now, I have been completely enthralled by the sport of parkour/l'art du déplacement: the art of displacement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;an activity with the aim of moving from one point to another as efficiently and quickly as possible, using principally the abilities of the human body. It is meant to help one overcome obstacles, which can be anything in the surrounding environment — from branches and rocks to rails and concrete walls — and can be practiced in both rural and urban areas. Male parkour practitioners are recognized as traceurs and female as traceuses. (read the full description at: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parkour"&gt;wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the two videos I've embedded below to see this sport in action - you can't watch them and tell me you're not impressed! Can YOU imagine doing what they do? I can't! It would be awesome... but I don't even go to the gym, so... :o) Just watch 'em, I tell yaz - and check out the links below the vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMToXKj-UQI" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0ABdiVqTa4" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to try it? &lt;a href="http://parkour.meetup.com/"&gt;Find a parkour club&lt;/a&gt; near you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.americanparkour.com/smf/index.php?topic=5852.msg75809"&gt;American Parkour Forums&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6703929060109180203?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6703929060109180203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6703929060109180203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6703929060109180203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6703929060109180203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/10/lart-du-dplacement.html' title='l&apos;art du déplacement'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6365409946041936458</id><published>2007-09-28T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:35:50.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It's posty mcpost time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I still awake at 130am when I got little sleep last night and worked really hard all day?! WHY... oh, the torture of my brain! I'm about to go to bed, don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So my family is coming to town tonight to help me move (tomorrow) to my new place. I'm hoping the internet gets set up there asap because I can't go without the interwebz!!! LOL. Anyway, so today is going to be a busy day - and last week was, well, a killer. I feel like I'm still trying to recover from it and that it's not happening. SHIZZY. I have so much crap to pack on Friday night - that's so not gonna rock, but I've been SOOO busy and haven't had time to do it because after I get home from school, I'm too tired to think, let alone organize boxes. Good thing is, though, that most of my stuff is still packed from 9 months ago when I moved in here. Except the kitchen. OH NO THE KITCHEN! *freaks out* I have so much stuff in the kitchen. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6365409946041936458?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6365409946041936458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6365409946041936458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6365409946041936458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6365409946041936458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-posty-mcpost-time.html' title='It&apos;s posty mcpost time!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4244848166332045051</id><published>2007-09-21T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:10:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten days.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lapse in posting - I was on a roll there and had hoped it would continue... but then school jumped in and yelled, "SUCKER!", and took me away from the compy.  It's been a semi-rough week.  Well, the first half was.  The second half is proving to be quite fun and now it's the freakin' weekend, so even more yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4244848166332045051?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4244848166332045051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4244848166332045051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4244848166332045051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4244848166332045051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/ten-days.html' title='ten days.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6594785078688673021</id><published>2007-09-11T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:33:24.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>"Whereabouties?!"</title><content type='html'>I just had a good laugh watching &lt;strong&gt;mannsymphony&lt;/strong&gt;'s YouTube video entitled: &lt;strong&gt;15th Century Email&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, I could not get a link to work in here (I have no idea why, I've done it before... grr...), but at any rate, here's the url straight-up. Enjoy! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey24x-5INkU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey24x-5INkU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6594785078688673021?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6594785078688673021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6594785078688673021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6594785078688673021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6594785078688673021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/whereabouties.html' title='&quot;Whereabouties?!&quot;'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-2240171336037198955</id><published>2007-09-11T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:44:14.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>A not-so-bad day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was quite an easy day! First, my CAD class had an exhibit competition (my group didn't win, but hey, whatever, I'm not bitter - mostly because I didn't care about the exhibit in the first place, haha!) which took the whole three hour class period, woo! Then I went and ate dinner with some class colleagues. Thennn, I went to my Site Analysis class and we got out one half hour later! That's 2 hours early! YAY! :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-2240171336037198955?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2240171336037198955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=2240171336037198955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2240171336037198955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2240171336037198955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-so-bad-day.html' title='A not-so-bad day!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4063797311730057953</id><published>2007-09-11T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T02:16:30.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aw cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Look, I adopted a panda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so Pander is a virtual panda... but he doesn't know that! And isn't he so cute?! Feed him bamboo! He is in the left-hand sidebar with the bunny and hammy. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4063797311730057953?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4063797311730057953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4063797311730057953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4063797311730057953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4063797311730057953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-i-adopted-panda.html' title='Look, I adopted a panda!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-5253287117855611679</id><published>2007-09-11T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T02:08:14.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lone adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>9/11 is sad and happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9/11 is sad: the tragedy of 2001.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9/11 is happy: the day I bought my car in 2004. Three years owned, YAY! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was hectic, but I can say that the ending of it was nice... I ended up at Starbucks near campus where I got a coffee, sat and read my book for an hour, and enjoyed the night time atmosphere. OOH! And then! An hour after I got home, Cute Boy called! Weeeeee! :o) Aw, his voice makes me *swoon*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, time to read more book! Then bed! WHOOP! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-5253287117855611679?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5253287117855611679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=5253287117855611679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5253287117855611679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5253287117855611679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/911-is-sad-and-happy.html' title='9/11 is sad and happy.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6986276029807142811</id><published>2007-09-10T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:34:13.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>My brother lives in Germany.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's totally crazy! But cool! He left in August and I miss him. It's also difficult to get a hold of him (time differences, calling cards, etc.) so I haven't been able to verbally speak to him in over a month. :o( Hopefully we'll get some kind of calling system up and running here, and by that I mean either talking through the internet/webcam or just coordinating times between countries... so that keeping in touch doesn't become few and far between. Doo, I hope you still read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I miss my boy. His 21st birthday (WOO!) is this December and I'm trying to plan something for us to do - I wanna escape the state for a few days if possible; or at least our home cities. I know it is months down the road, but boys, &lt;em&gt;this is what girls do.&lt;/em&gt; :o) "Ah, I have three months to figure out what we can do, AHH!" *hee hee* At least that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Today (Monday) in studio we are going on a hike; this little venture takes us two hours southeast of our school for a two hour walk-and-observe-water-in-nature-hike-thing. Hopefully that doesn't suck. I spent all weekend working on an exhibit for another class that I haven't gathered supplies for the hike-thing. Sunblock! I need sunblock! Inevitably, someone will have some, but why depend on others like that? That's right - don't mooch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it is going to be the fourth week of school. Already! It just cannot be possible! I feel like we: (a) just started, (b) haven't done much work, (c) are about to head face first into some impending architectural doom incident. That's right, an I.A.D.I. You could pronounc that [i-uh-die] and you'd be saying how I will eventually feel regarding school, haha. Funny how that works. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've mostly finished my homework that is due tomorrow... 90% to be exact, so I am feeling good about that. So much so (can I say 'so' &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; more than I already have?!) that I am going to go read before bed. Yes. Laters to youz I sais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Note: I do not know why, but for some reason my posts keep being published as 20070907 at 00:17!  Maybe I'll try signing out and back in for next time.  [Huff!]*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6986276029807142811?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6986276029807142811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6986276029807142811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6986276029807142811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6986276029807142811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-brother-lives-in-germany.html' title='My brother lives in Germany.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-2495215559768695628</id><published>2007-09-09T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:24:04.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pwnage'/><title type='text'>Thrice Rice Pwnage, booya!  :o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHAHA, I just &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pwn"&gt;pwned&lt;/a&gt; three &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rice_burner"&gt;ricers&lt;/a&gt;! Now, I'm not one to actually street race - that's dumb; quarter mile races are dumb; and NASCAR is super-dumb. So there I was, [not street racing, and] cruisin' down the road at 40 mph - the posted limit, crazy, right? Heh-heh-heh. Well, there was a normal car in front of me in my/the middle lane and a normal car to my rear left. Oh, and the best part... the three ricers that are out cruisin' together as a team [insert mock "go, team!" hand gestures of idiocy here] are somewhere to my right and rear-right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't street race, right? It's for suckers, right? Knowing that I had clearance to change from the middle to the left lane, I down-shifted into 2nd (from 40 mph mind you, heh-heh), the car screamed those wonderful Honda-engine-sounds, I signaled and switched to the left lane, but then I backed it off immediately so as not to appear to any might-be-lurking cops that I was racing. Almost instantly I hear the "roar" of the three ricers and see them zoom ahead using the right lane. I didn't do anything except giggle like mad - ricers are so easy to provoke! :o) That's why it's more fun [and rewarding] to just make the ricers &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; you want to race - that's when the giggles come [from meeeeeeee! :o)]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-2495215559768695628?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2495215559768695628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=2495215559768695628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2495215559768695628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2495215559768695628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/thrice-rice-pwnage-booya-o.html' title='Thrice Rice Pwnage, booya!  :o)'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-5090531384414979056</id><published>2007-09-07T00:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:10:05.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double-blar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ha, again I was at school on a weekend day! *hiss* I spent a few hours sanding metal in an attempt to give our exhibit tables a nice finish. OY, that was a lotta effort in a lotta heat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now I'm sitting at home, still covered in some amount of metal powder, and trying to decide what to do with the rest of my night. I was debating on hittin' a Starbucks with my gift card and a good book, but... there was no parking nearby. &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;, I'm not being lazy, I'm being cautious. :oP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, so... I really wanna hang out with my Cute Boy, but he's in another town. Which kinda cheeses me - not that he lives in another town, but that my Saturday got so fugged up it means I cannot go visit him and next weekend I'll probably be too busy too. ARRRG! Well, not if I work really hard on my studio project and give myself some good free time on the weekend. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do I even write here, nobody reads it anyway. :oP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-5090531384414979056?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5090531384414979056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=5090531384414979056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5090531384414979056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5090531384414979056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/double-blar.html' title='Double-blar.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6121096801509084942</id><published>2007-09-07T00:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:21:14.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Blar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just got home from school twenty minutes ago (it's 11:19 p.m. right now), blarrrrrrrrrrr. I'll post more later... or tomorrow... or whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my Friday night to have &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; fun, but now I'm just too tired. BAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6121096801509084942?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6121096801509084942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6121096801509084942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6121096801509084942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6121096801509084942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/blar.html' title='Blar.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8350295580222740997</id><published>2007-09-07T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:00:04.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>I had a title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was preparing for school this morning, I stood in front of the bathroom sink, leaned forward towards the medicine cabinet mirror to examine my face, and thought, "Haha, &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; what I'll title my next journal entry." Naturally, and uncannily, that title now escapes me because I did not bother to write it down at the time of conception. Such is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after getting ready it was off to school; currently, I walk there. When I first started walking to this school I was excited by the idea - "how great it is going to be to release some energy; the weather is wonderful!; why didn't I do this before today?" - but as the months went on I came to realize that, however much I love my town's weather, I do not enjoy having to spend twenty minutes in it right before class. It is not-so-enjoyable arriving too close to class-start and being too hot to be comfortable. Yeah-yeah, "leave earlier", you say - I do try, but it is not always so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mood changes like the weather, you see. No, I'm not claiming to be bipolar or anything of the sort... just, mood-shifty? :o) At any rate, I wonder if it has anything to do with some surveys I took at my doctor's office this summer. I swore I wasn't going to tell anybody this unless they were really close to me, but maybe it is better if I talk about it? It's nothing life-threatening, don't worry. So this summer my doctor told me he thinks I have a situational anxiety/depression going on and that it's brought on by school - how wonderful, right? Gah. Not only did it make me think, "Oh? That &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; explain why I've been feeling this way," but also, "Really? Nah, that can't be me..." like it was something I was denying that I had caught in the way illnesses are. How absurd, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just now, I took a break from writing. "I'll let my roommate's 'puppy' (he's probably 6-8 months old) back in his kitchen area; he's been outside for a while now." You think I'm doing my roommate a favor, right? She's in the same college program as me so I can tell you that she's not here a lot either. Anyway, so I got home from class at a late hour tonight and I decided to let the dog out: to potty, to stretch his legs, to release some energy. Nice of me, right? Help her out because I live here, right? But then again when exactly did I sign up for dog duty? Turns out that letting the dog out tonight was a big mistake! That idiot dog does not know that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he's supposed to lift his leg while urinating (he gets pee on all four of his paws); &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;drinking all of his water right away means he won't get any until many hours later (I fill the dang thing more than my roommate ever does);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chewing the edge of the carpet at the kitchen/living room archway is bad;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;digging in the backyard is bad (he's made a mess of the side entry to the house: there are smeared mud-dog-prints all over the sort-of-new white door, he poops in random spots, the whole urinating fiasco as mentioned above makes it stink, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I mean, I understand that he's a puppy and will do puppy things, but still, it comes down to the owner having a responsibility to make sure their pet gets trained in the best way possible - especially if they share a house with someone. Seriously, I cannot walk into the kitchen because the entry has been blocked off to keep the dog in. And if I do manage to get into the kitchen, he gets puppy-excited and pees - some of which happens to get on my feet at times. How sanitary is that? Yay, a peeing puppy in the area of food! It's a good thing I'm moving by the end of the month - good luck to the new roommate that moves in here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So the point is that the idiot dog chewed up a corner of my favorite butterfly doormat that my parents bought me last year. It started out by getting muddy by him in the past two weeks, but I had agreed that it was probably cleanable and it wasn't that big of a deal. But to have just been talking about it with C. C. (a school colleague) earlier this very day makes the chewing feel like Chewing x10. I left a note on my roomie's bedroom door whiteboard about said chewing incident, but who knows what will come of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Side note: I was at Target today with C. C. and as we passed the doormat area I got all excited and told her about the butterfly rug and how "wonderful it is!" but I could not find one there to show her - I do not believe they sell it anymore... which is why this x10 situation should really maybe be turned into a x100 situation. Yes. x100 over a doormat. Because it was awesome and it was given to me by my parents. DAMN IT!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the dog is too stupid to even realize that me trying to punish him for said mat-chewing is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a playtime adventure! He's too puppy and non-trained and "problem child" to ever get it! I hate dumb animals. I want my dog back in exchange for this one. Seriously, I'm angry now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8350295580222740997?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8350295580222740997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8350295580222740997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8350295580222740997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8350295580222740997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-title.html' title='I had a title.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-5138716384712020895</id><published>2007-09-05T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:21:14.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architektin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The week is half over already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to the holiday, my week is happily half over! And that will bring the end of the third week of school - how can that be?! I guess we &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have a long ways to go before the end of the semester, and I'm not really wishing for the end like I was last semester, so that should tell you that I'm pretty happy with how things are going so far. Maybe it is because I have a fun architecture class thrown in the mix of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first review today and you can see half of my project on &lt;a href="http://www.architektin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.architektin.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (the other half is in physical form - not digital, right now. After I format it to digitalness, I'll post it on Architektin.) My partner and I think it went pretty well for ours, and we know it did for a few others', but some of the presentations left my mind all but bewildered. Yeah, I listened to their intro speech. Yeah, I analyzed their physical presentation. But&lt;em&gt;, I did not get what the CRAP you were trying to do with your video!&lt;/em&gt; AHHH! :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm hungry, and this post is mostly about arch, so I'm out... I think it's time to take a book to a coffee shop and read-it-up while I drink-it-up. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-5138716384712020895?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5138716384712020895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=5138716384712020895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5138716384712020895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5138716384712020895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/week-is-half-over-already.html' title='The week is half over already?!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8959717502257338686</id><published>2007-09-03T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T13:32:24.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>But it doesn't feel like a holiday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My parents came from [and went back to] their town yesterday. I wish I had been able to spend more time with them, but unfortunately, school intervenes with pretty much everything. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cute Boy went back to his town today. :o( It was a sad departure because he was packing up his car in his parents' garage while his mom moved her truck out of the way of my car, but then she waved to me like I was supposed to be leaving or something, so I left - and didn't get to properly say bye to CB, aw. I know I saw him all weekend, but &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; the goodbye hugs, etc. are mandatory! *huff* It just feels weird, is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have no interest in working on my school stuff right now, but I know that I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to, but how can I be blamed if a certain copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows falls open in front of my face? &lt;em&gt;Hmmm?&lt;/em&gt; ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8959717502257338686?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8959717502257338686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8959717502257338686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8959717502257338686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8959717502257338686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/09/but-it-doesnt-feel-like-holiday.html' title='But it doesn&apos;t feel like a holiday...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6850729310446842976</id><published>2007-08-31T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T13:23:18.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. You know just how tired you are when you start falling asleep while sitting up in a chair. Ugh, thanks school. It's only the second week and I'm already up this late? Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The house I'm moving into is like a super dead zone for my cell phone reception. Freaking awesome. :o( Hopefully the fact that I'll be at school for insane amounts of time will counteract the lack of reception at my place of residence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm going to bed. :oP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6850729310446842976?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6850729310446842976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6850729310446842976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6850729310446842976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6850729310446842976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/08/crap.html' title='Crap.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-3944942651268917689</id><published>2007-08-29T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:54:29.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'm moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not too thrilled about actually &lt;em&gt;having&lt;/em&gt; to move... or it being the 4th place I've lived since coming to this town in 2003 for school... but yeah. The room I'm in is &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too small and, between you and me, I always kinda figured this place would be temporary. I've only been here since the end of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I told them I'm moving and I cannot really turn back. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Cute Boy will be here this weekend! Only 1.5 more days! Ghhhhhhhh! :o) Now-now-now! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I need to get some homework moving, but I might be back. &lt;em&gt;Might.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-3944942651268917689?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3944942651268917689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=3944942651268917689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3944942651268917689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3944942651268917689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m moving!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-3914016480973371571</id><published>2007-08-28T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:39:50.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meesha'/><title type='text'>And I jump right in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no preparing to resume architecture school. You sit and you try to mentally tell yourself that "It'll be easier this time around if you just stay ahead of the game", but that never actually works. So far, things haven't really knocked us off our feet, but one of these days we'll all snap and go insane. I hate the first insane day - it's always the worst... but when you're on your 14th insane day in a row... it starts to feel normal, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm 100+ miles from my boy and that has me a bit sad as I spent most of the summer at his house/in his company. I guess I feel farther away from him than I actually am, but that is because we're both so busy and do not get to talk as often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mourning the loss of Meesha and cannot wait until her cremated (sp?) remains return to us so we can add pictures to the outside of her urn. I see other dogs and they just aren't the same as she was. There is one dog here (belongs to a friend of mine) who might be almost as equally cool as Meesha was, but... well, he's not mine, so he can never be &lt;em&gt;as&lt;/em&gt; cool, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should go to bed because if I stay up any longer, it's not going to be for any good reason except that I don't want tomorrow to start any sooner. Not that tomorrow is going to be bad, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this Labor Day weekend, the boy is coming to town! And so is my school friend's boyfriend! So we four are going to make a nice dinner and drink and have fun - I'm SUPER excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been hanging out with Shifty (it's his nickname) a lot and that has been good. He was in a motorcycle accident on Friday night, and worried the crap out of me, but he did a good job of tucking and rolling and pretty much saved his ass by that + wearing protective gear. *thankful for that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to bed. Goodnight all, I hope you're reading - I am going to really make an effort to post here more frequently. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-3914016480973371571?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3914016480973371571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=3914016480973371571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3914016480973371571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3914016480973371571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-i-jump-right-in.html' title='And I jump right in.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-5396098064861805503</id><published>2007-08-24T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:44:32.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groggusdoggus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meesha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>The GroggusDoggus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The loss of one so dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like a big deal to some people, but to me it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doggie, Meesha, passed away today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a cliche, but I now know what it feels like to lose a part of your family. Meesha was almost 13 and a half years old. She was there through the major formative years of my life and I loved her as if she were my third sister. (Groo and Lis-bo, hope you don't mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss all the hours spent playing games and running in the yard with Meesha. Only three weeks ago, as I was cleaning out my room before moving to Germany, I found a tennis ball. Meesha used to love catching the tennis balls when she was younger, but hadn't done so in years. When I brought it out to her I could see the recognition in her eyes and she actually tried to play along with me like we did all those years ago. Her eyesight was not as sharp as it once was and neither were her reflexes, but that puppy spirit she once showed was still inside her and it made me so happy to see her that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, my doggie... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her internal puppy spirit still makes me happy even though she has passed. Hee-hee, you could see the spirit in her eyes for sure. :o)  I, too, miss the Meet-Beet, and consider her another sister, but I believe that she had a good life with us and that she held out as long as she could.  :o)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye, GroggusDoggus. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; :heart: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And to show you all who she was, here is a video from Christmas 2006 where she was opening one of her presents.  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Maybe it's time you got off your high horse, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HETCjrelux4/RqzP9EL0DbI/AAAAAAAAABY/sFxCkdcQFtQ/s1600-h/texas_small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092673926651448754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HETCjrelux4/RqzP9EL0DbI/AAAAAAAAABY/sFxCkdcQFtQ/s400/texas_small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click for larger image)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8519774454798524289?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8519774454798524289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8519774454798524289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8519774454798524289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8519774454798524289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-cannot-deny-truth.html' title='You cannot deny the truth.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HETCjrelux4/RqzP9EL0DbI/AAAAAAAAABY/sFxCkdcQFtQ/s72-c/texas_small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4165931245619819744</id><published>2007-07-16T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:41:14.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop nagging me!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I find time to write when I have no time, and never find time when I have plenty of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4165931245619819744?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4165931245619819744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4165931245619819744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4165931245619819744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4165931245619819744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/07/stop-nagging-me.html' title='Stop nagging me!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6566751446045817392</id><published>2007-06-24T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:33:02.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip.</title><content type='html'>I'm helping Doo move home from Florida!  :o)  I flew from my home on Wednesday and now we're driving a rental truck + car trailer back to our state.  I've been writing posts, but haven't posted anything yet, as wireless is limited - I don't have an aircard for my laptop (yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more later, bye for now!  Oh, right now we're in Slidell, Louisiana!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6566751446045817392?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6566751446045817392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6566751446045817392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6566751446045817392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6566751446045817392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip.html' title='The Trip.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-5194165856635118104</id><published>2007-06-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:19:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-Em-Eff-Gee.</title><content type='html'>This summer has been one hectic mother-trucker.  I was gonna post about it and now I'm not so sure.  My energy just got zapped.  That, or I got distracted by IMs!  Take THAT, readers!  :oP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-5194165856635118104?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5194165856635118104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=5194165856635118104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5194165856635118104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5194165856635118104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-em-eff-gee.html' title='Oh-Em-Eff-Gee.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8892545510628915957</id><published>2007-06-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:11:22.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My car is being hunted.</title><content type='html'>I'm not joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8892545510628915957?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8892545510628915957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8892545510628915957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8892545510628915957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8892545510628915957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-car-is-being-hunted.html' title='My car is being hunted.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7624213802695930214</id><published>2007-06-17T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:49:31.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oof, dial-up sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's like being back in the 90's.  Why can't my family just set up their wireless?!  WHY?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-7624213802695930214?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7624213802695930214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7624213802695930214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7624213802695930214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7624213802695930214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/06/oof-dial-up-sucks.html' title='Oof, dial-up sucks.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-5289994374706343484</id><published>2007-06-06T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:54:23.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny sayings'/><title type='text'>I know I'm 25, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HETCjrelux4/Rmb0uZEQ_EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6QPtGZEoOYo/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073011108119379010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HETCjrelux4/Rmb0uZEQ_EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6QPtGZEoOYo/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HETCjrelux4/Rmb0ipEQ_DI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ex166febAoE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-5289994374706343484?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5289994374706343484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=5289994374706343484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5289994374706343484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5289994374706343484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-im-25-but.html' title='I know I&apos;m 25, but...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HETCjrelux4/Rmb0uZEQ_EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6QPtGZEoOYo/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-1576012718666876279</id><published>2007-06-05T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:35:50.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyper'/><title type='text'>i'M sO ExCiTeD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dream Theater's&lt;/strong&gt; new album &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;systematic chaos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came out today and I just bought it!  The rest of my work day is going to kick major ass!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-1576012718666876279?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1576012718666876279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=1576012718666876279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1576012718666876279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1576012718666876279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-excited.html' title='i&apos;M sO ExCiTeD!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-9180741540049675501</id><published>2007-05-20T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:38:43.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>I have been guilty of this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments.&lt;/em&gt; -Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-9180741540049675501?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/9180741540049675501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=9180741540049675501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/9180741540049675501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/9180741540049675501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-been-guilty-of-this.html' title='I have been guilty of this.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7724544321502422085</id><published>2007-05-19T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:36:56.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R-box'/><title type='text'>I'm still alive, I swear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so the end of the semester took forever to get here, but once it did, it was busier than crap, and now I can breathe. I'm sure I posted about it earlier... HM... Lemme see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. So, the semester ended and two days later (Sunday the 13th) I had limped R-box and his mooshy clutch to my parents' house after having it bled by a friend-of-a-friend. The clutch was still mooshy and that meant only one thing - I had to limp it to California like that. *bites nails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cute Boy arrived at my parents' around midnight that night and we left their house around 1 a.m. for Cali. The majority of the trip wasn't so bad because R-box didn't need to do any shifting while on the interstate, but somewhere around 6 a.m. and a wrong exit (whoops - I blame the construction that is STILL going on from LAST YEAR - get on the ball, California, geez!), we hit traffic. Stop-and-go traffic. Which was mostly STOP. Add that to a dieing clutch and you get thrills galore! But I do have to give it to R-box for holding his own (and I suppose the ACT clutch's strength as well) and not dieing on me - because that would have been &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have a lot more to write in this post, but I have to go see Cute Boy run the race track now, so check back later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-7724544321502422085?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7724544321502422085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7724544321502422085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7724544321502422085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7724544321502422085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-still-alive-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m still alive, I swear!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6896696213785947512</id><published>2007-05-12T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:11:05.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm freeeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>YAY, the semester from Hell is over!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to go to Cali on Monday!  YAYYYYYYY!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6896696213785947512?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6896696213785947512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6896696213785947512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6896696213785947512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6896696213785947512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-freeeeeeeee.html' title='I&apos;m freeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-1886459432989467849</id><published>2007-05-10T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:19:28.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i :heart: tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Since they wanna know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kO1xvaaf-Z4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kO1xvaaf-Z4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-1886459432989467849?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1886459432989467849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=1886459432989467849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1886459432989467849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1886459432989467849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/since-they-wanna-know.html' title='Since they wanna know!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-5774924937155617933</id><published>2007-05-10T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:02:08.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>All I have left to do is finish my programming book and get it printed/bound!  WOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-5774924937155617933?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5774924937155617933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=5774924937155617933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5774924937155617933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5774924937155617933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/woooooooooo.html' title='WOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7624647552491073224</id><published>2007-05-09T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T16:49:26.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homestarrunner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleagues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Two-and-a-half down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The history review is OVER! Less than 24 hours until the exam and then I'll be almost free! FREEEEEE! *maniacal laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm sitting at a restaurant on University Blvd. while I eat lunch/early-early dinner and write my history exam essays. I will stay here until they kick me out! Heh-heh-heh... Or until it's about to get dark. One of the two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooof, belly... SO... FULL!  SO FULL!  It is going to pop!  Now I shall sit and relax?  Maybe... :o)  NO!  There's history to do!  *judo-chop!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-7624647552491073224?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7624647552491073224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7624647552491073224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7624647552491073224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7624647552491073224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-and-half-down.html' title='Two-and-a-half down...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8151755620350546700</id><published>2007-05-09T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:02:17.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee-hee...</title><content type='html'>Watch the part with Pinocchio (it's right after the part where the guy searches for movies for kids)!  :oD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkxzXfKtgtU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkxzXfKtgtU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8151755620350546700?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8151755620350546700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8151755620350546700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8151755620350546700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8151755620350546700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/hee-hee.html' title='Hee-hee...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-1747798385050880244</id><published>2007-05-08T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:06:33.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two down...</title><content type='html'>Studio?  OVER!&lt;br /&gt;ECS? OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOO!  I'm getting really excited as the semester gets closer to being OVER!  Cuz then I get to drive my car again, YAY!  :o)  That's all for now!  Too excited to sit still!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-1747798385050880244?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1747798385050880244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=1747798385050880244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1747798385050880244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1747798385050880244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-down.html' title='Two down...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-9057935691350616172</id><published>2007-05-07T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:01:11.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WOOOOOO! So studio is technically over (although my crit will probably try to make us do something else)! Now it's on to finishing ECS (which will be done at 10am tomorrow), History (done at 1pm Thursday), and Programming (done any time before 11am Friday - all I have to do is finish the book and submit it... while my partner goes to Europe... while she's sick... and leaving this ALL ON ME).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huff* :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-9057935691350616172?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/9057935691350616172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=9057935691350616172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/9057935691350616172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/9057935691350616172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-down.html' title='One down...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6683633346051277313</id><published>2007-05-05T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T12:26:09.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cranky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-school'/><title type='text'>I love the smell of crankiness in the morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Er, afternoon. Because that's what it is now. As of twenty-one minutes ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So today is one of those days that is completely opposite from yesterday['s post]. Today I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to go into studio and I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to work on a project that is dead to me and I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to do well on it because it could get me into a failing position if my teacher doesn't like it enough. How d'you like &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; apples?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But seriously, can't you just &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; my crankiness seeping from your computer screen and, ultimately, into your life where it will alter your current mood? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quick! Navigate away from this browser! Before it's too late! Check back after sun-down and I'm sure you'll get better results! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6683633346051277313?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6683633346051277313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6683633346051277313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6683633346051277313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6683633346051277313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-smell-of-crankiness-in-morning.html' title='I love the smell of crankiness in the morning!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7727680569600575200</id><published>2007-05-04T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:44:10.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinkering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-school'/><title type='text'>Sometimes you just have to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work got you down? School overtaking your life? Going stir-crazy in your mind? Find something you love to do and just take the time to shut out the rest of the world so you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, sometimes you just have to do what you want to do for yourself. Sometimes you need to tell all those things that you need to do to just shut up and take a back seat for a minute. Sometimes you just have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, for instance. Why are you just sitting there if it's really bothering you so much? Maybe it is bothering you &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much that you feel paralyzed and unable to do &lt;em&gt;anything.&lt;/em&gt; Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me, for example. Right now school is paralyzing my mind and my life. This semester was pure Hell. It compounded so much at the end of the semester that I am still not sleeping right nor eating right nor thinking right - I am definitely not motivated to do anything school related... and technically studio ended over a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I sit here on the edge of my bed, my left foot on top of my nightstand and my right foot on top of the stack of library books, my eyes wandering towards the window... I type to you and say, "Fuck-all," like they do in Europe. Today is MY day, bishes! *goes outside to mess with car*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-7727680569600575200?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7727680569600575200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7727680569600575200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7727680569600575200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7727680569600575200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-you-just-have-to.html' title='Sometimes you just have to.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7448929132758966238</id><published>2007-05-03T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:10:16.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealous'/><title type='text'>Holy Architectural History, Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So my architecture history website is out of the way. No, I'm not showing it to you! Go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay-okay, don't go away... but you're not gonna see the site. :o) And... I don't feel like doing any other homework until tomorrow (which I won't feel like working on then either). All I wanna do is go hang out with my boy or friends and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I just called the boy and he said that one of his friends is on his way up to visit, not for the whole weekend, but still, to visit. I am slightly jealous, I must say. I have become accustomed to seeing my boy every weekend. *huff* Oh well, this is my last week of school/homework for three months, so I can deal with one weekend of non-boy in order to take care of this crap. It's just gotta be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, bye. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-7448929132758966238?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7448929132758966238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7448929132758966238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7448929132758966238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7448929132758966238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-architectural-history-batman.html' title='Holy Architectural History, Batman!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6656028771554827662</id><published>2007-04-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:47:14.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>You've been dipping!</title><content type='html'>This commercial is SO funny to me.  Especially when he yells, "NOOO!"  Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtG97f8ZvZM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtG97f8ZvZM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6656028771554827662?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6656028771554827662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6656028771554827662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6656028771554827662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6656028771554827662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/youve-been-dipping.html' title='You&apos;ve been dipping!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4428027114353002153</id><published>2007-04-29T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:31:50.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>HAHAHA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ihasabucket.com/"&gt;http://ihasabucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4428027114353002153?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4428027114353002153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4428027114353002153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4428027114353002153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4428027114353002153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-2692652887777699844</id><published>2007-04-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:58:21.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dang it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cranky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost original text to this post'/><title type='text'>Blogger, don't make me kill you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just lost this ENTIRE post. It was long, it was &lt;em&gt;almost finished&lt;/em&gt;, and it's gone. Freaking GONE. All I did was accidentally hit ctrl and an arrow key, I THINK, and it's GONE. Non-recoverable. Fehkity Fehk Fehkin' suck. Now I'm cranky. And when I try to duplicate said "accident" right now, I, of course, CANNOT. *huff* :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-2692652887777699844?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2692652887777699844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=2692652887777699844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2692652887777699844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2692652887777699844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogger-dont-make-me-kill-you.html' title='Blogger, don&apos;t make me kill you.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-3983051868676943869</id><published>2007-04-28T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:19:23.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer class'/><title type='text'>Oh, these crazy days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mmm... what a nice Saturday so far. Slept next to my boy, had the windows open all night so the fresh air came in, the sound of the fish tank was soothing... Mmm, relax-y. :o) It feels weird to have some free time mixed in with homework again. It's like what The Normals (non-overwhelmed collegiate peoples) have to do for school. It's kind of nice and kind of weird. Things are starting to feel normal again, although it took two days before I didn't feel like I was going to die from severe lack of sleep/water/food/sanity. Thanks, architecture. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I mentioned above, Cute Boy is in town again - the last time was two weeks ago. I can't handle the withdrawls! Talking on the phone isn't nearly enough, you know? Spending all of my time with people that I do not really enjoy (my classmates) makes everything more difficult - especially when I'm upset about school and all I can do is call The Boy rather than drive to his house and whine. I guess that shows you how attached I've become in the last few months. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is approaching and hopefully the Cute Boy withdrawls will lessen. I will probably be working for my dad at his office and The Boy might be working an internship (in-state, but not in the same town *slight huff*). This means I'll be living at my parents' house for the summer - kind of an exciting proposition, kind of a scary one. Once you've lived alone, it's definitely difficult spending months under your parents' roof. YAR. Lees-er, we've gotta clean out the whole garage. ;o) Our cars must learn to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. My room is so messy right now! (And see, I can't even transition my paragraphs for crap right now... brain too mooshy...) I was embarassed for Cute Boy to see it because I've done so well at keeping it clean since we've met (and before, really), but the last two weeks = cleaning my room was NOT a priority, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it could rain today. It's overcast and windy, thus, the enjoyment of good weather. What would make this even more enjoyable is if I knew where my camping hammock is... or if we had lounge chairs on our porch or something. Our backyard is really just a big rectangle of dirt and I'm hoping that I will be able to make some changes to that the longer I live here. I'm thinking about putting down some paver blocks or pouring a little slab of concrete for the bbq, chairs, etc. We have a firepit dug into the back yard, but it's just a big dirt hole with rocks around it. We need cooler rocks and some sort of rock infill for it, that'd be sweet. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EDIT (2 hours later):&lt;/em&gt; It is raining! So long as it doesn't hail, R-box will enjoy his free bath! He was going to get one today anyway... :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-3983051868676943869?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3983051868676943869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=3983051868676943869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3983051868676943869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3983051868676943869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-these-crazy-days.html' title='Oh, these crazy days!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-3305598409375024708</id><published>2007-04-26T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:19:44.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud of self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realism'/><title type='text'>Ghhhhhhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My brain is a big ball of moosh right now. I had my final studio review yesterday and I only slept one hour the morning of... and four hours the morning before... and I'm not quite sure how many the night before that - if any at all... see what I'm getting at here? The last two weeks have been grueling and here's why! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Severe lack of sleep (I'm talkin' anywhere from 0 - 4 hours per night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eating only 1/4 of meals because your stomach ends up kicking you if you try to feed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Waking up from what little sleep you just got and immediately thinking about your project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not being able to fall asleep, even though you only have 1 hour to sleep, because you keep thinking about your project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three other classes to manage at the same time - which all have projects of their own and finals approaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life to manage at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yar! It's just been one blur of time for the last two weeks. At least I think it was two weeks - it might have been three. See?! I don't even remember! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-3305598409375024708?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3305598409375024708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=3305598409375024708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3305598409375024708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3305598409375024708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghhhhhhhh.html' title='Ghhhhhhhh.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-3824857016464342669</id><published>2007-04-21T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:19:38.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homestarrunner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen girl squad'/><title type='text'>"Full Bars!"</title><content type='html'>"Wanna find a &lt;em&gt;'remote access point'&lt;/em&gt; with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs12.html"&gt;"Full Bars!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-3824857016464342669?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3824857016464342669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=3824857016464342669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3824857016464342669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3824857016464342669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/full-bars.html' title='&quot;Full Bars!&quot;'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4927801546702776995</id><published>2007-04-18T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:49:01.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift ~ Angels and Airwaves</title><content type='html'>There’s the strangest excitement today&lt;br /&gt;If you’re awake then you’re welcome to hear&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a gift and it blew me a way&lt;br /&gt;From the far eastern sea straight to here&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I feel like I’m in for it now&lt;br /&gt;Its like the rush has gone straight to my brain&lt;br /&gt;But my voice is as lonely as loud&lt;br /&gt;As I whisper a joy of this pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;You’ve done it all&lt;br /&gt;You won me over&lt;br /&gt;In no time at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’ll stop the storm if it rains&lt;br /&gt;I’ll light a path far from here&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make your fear melt away&lt;br /&gt;And the world we know disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask I will do what you say&lt;br /&gt;All we have is this night to get through&lt;br /&gt;With a twist of your smile your own way&lt;br /&gt;You left me all up in arms and confused&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I feel like I’m in for it now&lt;br /&gt;And how this kiss will be wonderfully vain&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’ll melt if you touch me at all&lt;br /&gt;But then I’ll ask you to do it again, and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;You’ve done it all&lt;br /&gt;You won me over&lt;br /&gt;In no time at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’ll stop the storm if it rains&lt;br /&gt;I’ll light a path far from here&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make your fear melt away&lt;br /&gt;And the world we know disappear&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop the storm if it rains&lt;br /&gt;I’ll light a path far from here&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make your fear melt away&lt;br /&gt;And the world we know disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Now, Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Now, Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Now, Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I’ll stop the storm if it rains&lt;br /&gt;I’ll light a path far from here&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make your fear melt away&lt;br /&gt;And the world we know disappear&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop the storm if it rains&lt;br /&gt;I’ll light a path far from here&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make your fear melt away&lt;br /&gt;And the world we know disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the world we know disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Make the world we know disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Now, Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Now, Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Now, Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4927801546702776995?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4927801546702776995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4927801546702776995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4927801546702776995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4927801546702776995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/gift-angels-and-airwaves.html' title='The Gift ~ Angels and Airwaves'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8237132133753433305</id><published>2007-04-18T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:06:53.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>A is for Architecture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Architecture:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the only building on campus that &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; turns off its G. D. lights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the only program that requires students to work 60 hours outside class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;influences you to draw on napkins, toilet paper, or any writeable surface if standard paper isn't nearby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;students can build a model to represent an idea using almost anything at hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;students never sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8237132133753433305?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8237132133753433305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8237132133753433305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8237132133753433305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8237132133753433305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-for-architecture.html' title='A is for Architecture.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8754532180948197303</id><published>2007-04-12T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:21:59.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bishes'/><title type='text'>Ow, my brain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only 13 days until studio is over - woohoo! Then I can breathe again! And sleep again! I'm so excited! I'm also excited because Cute Boy is coming down here again this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday with his family was fun - they are totally laid back and &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;. None of that fake "I love you because you're family" crap. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm not excited about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having to redesign my studio project building - just because my professor and section classmates liked &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; version of my project better. Ploop. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling so stressed out that my muscles are tense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a car of the same make and model to mine was stolen today only ~130 miles from where I live - that's too close to home for comfort. *fear* :-\&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shuffling money around to make ends meet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;annoying bishes in my class - they treat others (especially me) like they could care less if a wolf had just knawed off my feet and I couldn't get help; I seriously think at that moment, they'd &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; talk about how much they love their &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my architecture history project - too much of our grade is counting on the well-being of this project. *sigh*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having this many things to be not-excited-about. :oP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In other news! I'm working on that redesign mentioned above. It's going alright so far. I'm sure my professor and classmates will make try to change something &lt;em&gt;else&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow. They have a habit of doing that right after you've spent 12 hours on &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;drawing. Ploop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, so back to it then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8754532180948197303?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8754532180948197303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8754532180948197303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8754532180948197303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8754532180948197303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/ow-my-brain.html' title='Ow, my brain...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-5337486668482282329</id><published>2007-04-08T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:22:19.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter 2007'/><title type='text'>Easter Sunday begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Welcome to Easter 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it got that exclamation point - part of me feels that it doesn't deserve it, but that's just me being in a pessimistic mood, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/em&gt; wasn't bad, it was just weird. I like weird movies. Let's just say, though, if you haven't seen it, and you're queasy about slightly disturbing and/or raw-type of movies, maybe you shouldn't watch this one. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm watching &lt;em&gt;The Butterfly Effect&lt;/em&gt; - which I have also never seen. I was told by an ex-friend that it's a "must see" movie. It better be good, dang it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today, I am going to meet extended family members of Cute Boy for Easter celebrations - kind of excited, kind of nervous. I don't think I've really cared as much about if someone's family likes me as much as I do this time around. Everything is different - everything means so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Back to my movie then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-5337486668482282329?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5337486668482282329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=5337486668482282329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5337486668482282329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5337486668482282329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-sunday-begins.html' title='Easter Sunday begins.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-3132117626780479876</id><published>2007-04-07T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:22:54.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm stuck in my house. No, not literally stuck like I'm 800 pounds and cannot lift myself off the couch, but stuck as in I still cannot drive my car. Needless to say, I am royally bored. I've been cooped up here all day because, quite frankly, I didn't feel like walking 1.4 miles with groceries in a backpack in the heat. :o( Cute Boy had to work at his parents' house, so he could not assist either. Architecture homework? Pfff, I need to rest my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I managed to accomplish today was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;got dressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brushed teeth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed bed sheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swept the back walkway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made mac and cheese (because it's all I had, ugh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched too much tv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sat online &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ironed a shirt (for tomorrow when I celebrate Easter with Cute Boy's family)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;emptied the trash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wrote part of a letter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;checked the outside mail (twice; no mail! boo!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a headache from the boredom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So now I'm going to watch &lt;em&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/em&gt; because I've never seen it and my roomy owns it. I'll check back after that (approx. 1h, 42min from now). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-3132117626780479876?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3132117626780479876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=3132117626780479876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3132117626780479876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3132117626780479876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-bored.html' title='I&apos;m so bored.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8406090227641971303</id><published>2007-04-06T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:23:54.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The dreads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*sitting in a chair with calves-to-feet part of legs horizontal on top of desk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a funny way to sit, right? No, it's playful! It di-rectly reflects the mood I'm in right now. Why? I'll tell you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night Cute Boy called to inform me that he would be in town later and, "what would [we] like to do?" Eeeeeeee! *excitement!* Don't worry, I still got my homework done - take THAT, school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He arrived during the 9 or 10 p.m. hour, I finished building my model, and then we watched &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit of Happyness &lt;/em&gt;- it was good and it felt good to just take a couple of hours to forget school and enjoy time with my boy. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So school was really good today. During our programming class I sketched an idea for the building we're designing in studio and I think I can make it work as my final design! I hope so, because that would rizzock! After programming, I went back to studio, worked on my drawings and then class started. It was totally laid back today - our crit just walked around and gave some feedback. Only bad part was that he wants me to draw with a lead holder pencil (left) rather than my trusty set of mechanical draft/matics (right; click for larger view). Nooooo! I drew with the lead holder, though under protest, until my teacher left the studio - then I was right back to my draft/matics! I made it into the program using them, why should I switch now? They're awesome pencils - if you were wondering. They're heavy enough, too, to feel "quality" while you're using them unlike how cheap-o pencils feel. Plus, you never have to stop and sharpen the lead! A technique that drafting people use, is that we rotate our pencil with our fingers while we are drawing lines - this keeps the tip sharp - and it works better with mechanicals, in my opinion. :oP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050482584471996498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HETCjrelux4/RhbrJufACFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/otcbR98VnXU/s320/lead+holder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So then I came home and now I'm getting ready to have a fun night out! For once, our homework load isn't overbearing this weekend, YAY! Also... Did you think you'd ever see me with dreads? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But these are not true dreads! (I like to wash my hair, thank you! LOL.) No, but I have this putty stuff that I am going to use to dread-up my hair tonight. Why? For giggles - besides, when you normally don't do your hair or makeup all "fancy", it feels good to have some change - it livens up your mood! I swear by the physics of this! Heh-heh. I'll try to take a picture, though that will be difficult as my camera was sent out for repairs this week. :o\ Hopefully Cute Boy will have a camera he can use. And then... you're gonna have to be one of my MySpace friends - or you ain't gon' see 'em! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, Cute Boy just called, so bye! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8406090227641971303?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8406090227641971303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8406090227641971303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8406090227641971303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8406090227641971303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreads.html' title='The dreads.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HETCjrelux4/RhbrJufACFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/otcbR98VnXU/s72-c/lead+holder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7520467655985388455</id><published>2007-04-05T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:38:33.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>The Twins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"We are getting aggravated..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, we are."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-7520467655985388455?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7520467655985388455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7520467655985388455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7520467655985388455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7520467655985388455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/twins.html' title='The Twins.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-660078697862751172</id><published>2007-04-02T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:24:24.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Betta 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another one of my bettas died. This one was also just over two-years-owned, so it probably was his time. He was alive yesterday morning, though, I noticed he wasn't eating. "Oh no," I thought, and by 3 a.m. when I went to bed, he was gone. This morning I flushed him down the toilet. :o( Normally I bury them in a box in the ground, but there just isn't any time these days... and stinky fish-rot water is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, bye bye, Fry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-660078697862751172?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/660078697862751172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=660078697862751172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/660078697862751172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/660078697862751172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/betta-20.html' title='Betta 2.0'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-1434144335913074976</id><published>2007-04-01T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:24:43.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tantrum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>I want my giggle back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Cute Boy was here and it was comforting. I always feel whole, happy, and safe when he is around. Sadly the Cute Boy only stayed for two hours and had to leave to go do things in his college town - like study for a test he forgot he had tomorrow. :o( I know he'll do great though, so that makes me :o).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, have to get this G. D. architecture model finished asap before I fly off the handle! Sleep is a prime luxury right now and it must be had! Good thing class isn't until 1pm. :oP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Cute Boy back! *throws tantrum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaang it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-1434144335913074976?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1434144335913074976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=1434144335913074976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1434144335913074976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1434144335913074976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-my-giggle-back.html' title='I want my giggle back.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4978785259491617125</id><published>2007-04-01T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:25:37.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>It always amazes me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The way I come up with designs always amazes me. Each design provocation is different from the last: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;inspiration listening music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saying ideas out loud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doodling aimlessly with frustration for hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinking in the shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving my car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;...and the list goes on - I doubt I could list them all. The point is that Friday morning at 6 a.m. I had an epiphany of a design idea and now, at 3:30 a.m., I have just had another break through. Gravy-hoo-yah for me! :oD Couple that with the fact that my design crit liked the start of my idea (shown in model form in class on Friday) and that should allow you to realize that I have been in pretty good spirits the last couple days. Oh, and also because Cute Boy is here! :oD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So now all I have to do to meet Monday's deadline is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;build a more advanced model of my idea (which means I may need to go to the store... without having a car, this is pretty difficult, lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;draw two critical spatial sections - one for the horizontal axis and one for the vertical axis of my site&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;YARRR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4978785259491617125?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4978785259491617125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4978785259491617125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4978785259491617125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4978785259491617125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-always-amazes-me.html' title='It always amazes me...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-891036420020274810</id><published>2007-03-30T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:01:35.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Green Lantern! *yes*</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="85"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 85%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" size="4" width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hot-headed.  You have strong &lt;br /&gt;will power and a good imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/lantern2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-891036420020274810?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/891036420020274810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=891036420020274810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/891036420020274810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/891036420020274810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-green-lantern-yes.html' title='I&apos;m the Green Lantern! *yes*'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-2936972456257451638</id><published>2007-03-28T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:02:42.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud of self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>Stress + hard work = worthwhile.</title><content type='html'>1300+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Programming class = attended.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studio models = built ('cept for 1, but that's okay).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plaster model of collar bone = cast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plaster model of tendon and veins in hand = cast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plaster model of hand overall = cast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting the stink-eye (as a group) from the studio crit = fear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being forced to build a model in 90 minutes with logic, craft, and completeness = difficult.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to the crit after class about my work = bonding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner = eaten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking home after school = cold and windy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cute Boy not being online = waiting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep = to be had.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-2936972456257451638?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2936972456257451638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=2936972456257451638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2936972456257451638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2936972456257451638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/stress-hard-work-worthwhile.html' title='Stress + hard work = worthwhile.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-5687606024482278979</id><published>2007-03-27T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T02:28:23.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud of self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>I'm back, baby!</title><content type='html'>1700+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ECS group model = built.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner = eaten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;History reading = complete.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ECS reading = skimmed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Model of building skin = built.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep = to be had.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-5687606024482278979?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/5687606024482278979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=5687606024482278979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5687606024482278979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/5687606024482278979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-baby.html' title='I&apos;m back, baby!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8685554302234794036</id><published>2007-03-26T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:58:23.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conan o&apos;brien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>A melding of the "blogs". (I hate that word)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I pretty much just post all of my architectural babbles here... like I wasn't going to... hence the "Architektin" link in the left column... Whatever, yo.  I guess when I actually get the guts to post pictures of my work, I'll jump back to "Architektin", but for now, it's all here, ba-bay! (Said like Conan O'Brien's: "Keep cool, my babies!")  Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been going through a lot of turmoil with school this semester - the way I work doesn't work with the way the crits want us to.  My crit wants us to design in a manner that seems totally illogical to me, but I'm here to learn, so I try his way - and then I usually end up getting upset or confused or doubty... when I really shouldn't!  Because then I've started down the path of self-doubt in design and that's clearly not the issue here.  The issue is stress regarding instruction.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my crit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Give us &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;instructions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Give us &lt;em&gt;thourough&lt;/em&gt; instructions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Know fully what the client wants before instructing us to design a building for them.  You saying, "I'm not really sure..." isn't helping us.  How are we supposed to know the things you don't know yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Constructive criticsm &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; kill you.  Again, how are we supposed to figure some of these difficult things out if you're not willing to discuss and sketch with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why are you teaching &lt;em&gt;architecture&lt;/em&gt; students if you only went to art college?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Momma: for listening to me whine on the phone and telling me the nice things you said (sorry, peeps, that's between her and me).  I had just held back crying and then you almost yanked it outta me, yarrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daddio: for talking to me online and then insisting that I call you so I could hear your voice; for the architectural advice, knowledge and feedback.  You're the only architectural person I really understand and feel that I have shared-ground with.  You listen, you yell, you help.  :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cute Boy: for being there for me online in this time when your phone is broken, and you really would rather be doing anything other than typing at me, but you do it anyway because you know it makes me happy; for throwing the level of communication I throw at you right back at me - it is refreshing; for making me hyper.  lower-case!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alright, I'm exhausted.  This weekend has been one huge research-sketch-frustration-fest.   Really, it was.  I'm sure I'll be writing more about it whenever I get frustrated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh, and I have a post discussing what I did for spring break, but it's not done yet, and I can't devote that much brain power to it just now or I think I might explode.  So when I get a free minute of sanity (HA - betta check back in three years when I gradumatate!) I'll make sure to finish that up for you folks.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the meantime, you really think it's wise to leave my journal page without a comment?  How very mean of you.  ;o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8685554302234794036?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8685554302234794036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8685554302234794036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8685554302234794036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8685554302234794036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/melding-of-blogs-i-hate-that-word.html' title='A melding of the &quot;blogs&quot;. (I hate that word)'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8952087540337675256</id><published>2007-03-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:09:55.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in your FACE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>in your FACE!</title><content type='html'>In your FACE, Architecture!  Who do you think you are, anyway?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-8952087540337675256?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8952087540337675256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8952087540337675256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8952087540337675256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8952087540337675256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-your-face.html' title='in your FACE!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7064469392014622593</id><published>2007-03-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:26:19.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><title type='text'>Oh, life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey Life, why are you sucking right now? Okay, life doesn't really suck at all right now. Sure, there are a few bumps that seem like freakin' boulders, but everything will even out in the end - it always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's already Tuesday of spring break though. I mean, come on, Tuesday?! That means I only have 6 days left! Six! NOOOOO! But Cute Boy and I are going on a mini-road trip this week, YAY! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get money back from taxes because I didn't make enough last year to have to pay anything! Suckers... :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is getting new tires! I'm excited! He's excited! It's going to be a fun day, fo' sho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great when old friends block you on instant messenger... because they are mad at you for pointing out the wrong-thing they're doing... after they asked you to tell them what you thought? YEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-7064469392014622593?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7064469392014622593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7064469392014622593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7064469392014622593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7064469392014622593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-life.html' title='Oh, life.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8468952709039728542</id><published>2007-03-10T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:26:58.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>It's Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's spring break! The arch professors gave us some "minor" homework (aka 6 hours worth) yesterday at 4pm (and then claimed "it'll be your &lt;em&gt;lightest&lt;/em&gt; week of the semester"). Class ended at 5pm. *deadpan stare* Only 3 out of the 4 sections has to do it - which I think is slightly unfair, but hopefully this exercise will be to our advantage, as the group that is exempt often has slack requirements of them. In 5 days, I have managed to learn new arch skills at an exponential rate and it is all thanks to our boot-camp-like crit. He's firm with us, but fun-spirited, so it all evens out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut at least the mega-weight of architecture is slightly off my shoulders for a week. Enough to catch my breath. Hopefully I can get my homework done in time to go on a road trip with Cute Boy - we've been talking about it for about two weeks or more now. We haven't really decided on a destination yet, well, we have, but we're not sure if it'll work out - so we're not putting all our hopes into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ome of our ideas include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-Escaping to another state&lt;br /&gt;-Escaping to another town in this state and possibly get a cabin/hotel/or go camping&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know what else, haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll I know is that it doesn't matter where we go because we'll end up having fun and taking a ton o' pics. Mmm... pics. And it's the whole "journey" aspect of it too. We are too content to just be wherever. Mmm... I like that contentness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:o)&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/7666074-8468952709039728542?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8468952709039728542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8468952709039728542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8468952709039728542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8468952709039728542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-spring-break.html' title='It&apos;s Spring Break!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7209304573775920488</id><published>2007-03-08T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T03:43:18.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost 4am!</title><content type='html'>I'm still at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have work that's going to take me all day Thursday cuz it's due Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they screw us over?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-7209304573775920488?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7209304573775920488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7209304573775920488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7209304573775920488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7209304573775920488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-almost-4am.html' title='It&apos;s almost 4am!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-793951952429826028</id><published>2007-03-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:19:39.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>It's almost spring break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tudio ran over by 30 minutes today!  But it was good!  But it's not like I wouldn't be in the building at that time anyway! AHHH!  :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;pring break is almost here!  A full week of Cute Boy access!  Mmm... *commence drooling*  Road trip!  Pictures!  Memories!  Kick-ass...  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow I'm hungry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow I'm going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-793951952429826028?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/793951952429826028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=793951952429826028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/793951952429826028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/793951952429826028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-almost-spring-break.html' title='It&apos;s almost spring break!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-1218113455384471154</id><published>2007-03-06T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:04:46.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Betta 1.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne of my bettas died.  I'm sad.  :o(  I'm even more sad that I'm not sure when he died.  It could have been Sunday night or Monday day.  If I wasn't so busy all of the dang time, I would have known "exactly" when it happened - not that it really matters in hindsight, I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had Leela for just over two years last month.  (I know, the betta I'm talking about was male, but his name was Leela - doesn't make sense, does it?  Hey, Spunkster, remember how I named the two bettas Leela and Fry? &lt; --- So that's why, folks.)  He just started looking ratty lately - his fins mostly... and he lost his ability to swim easily... and it looked like he also lost his appetite.  :o(  Poor, old fishy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;r maybe he died of a broken heart because he had no family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-1218113455384471154?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/1218113455384471154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=1218113455384471154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1218113455384471154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/1218113455384471154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/betta-10.html' title='Betta 1.0'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4937871069306267049</id><published>2007-03-05T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:25:52.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleagues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of sines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='structures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classmates'/><title type='text'>Why I hate American schooling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ome teachers are great.  Some schools are great.  Generally, most are not.  In the case of America's schooling, we students are typically force-fed a ton of information and expected to process it at the same rate as our classmates.  This is usually not a good idea; students struggle more than professors know.  You know those times when one kid is brave enough to ask the professor a question and you find yourself thinking, "Thankfully someone else asked because I really have no idea what the crap I'm doing,"?  Yeah... those kids don't always ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut in the case of assumption, it's even more frustrating.  It is really frustrating going into my structures course and hearing the professor say, "I'm assuming you all learned how to use the Law of Sines in your trigonometry classes, so here's what you plug in and here's the answer."  They do that and skip virtually every helpful step in between that is critical to knowing how to do the problem.  Then you have me, who is way too shy to say, "I don't get it," in the middle of a class.  I've never been comfortable with saying that - especially when you're in a class of kids that will scoff at you for doing so.  Not to mention it sets the class back.  I worry too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut still the point remains that we're all expected to learn at the same rate and, last time I checked, everyone learns differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he Law of Sines is now on my hit list.  You've been warned Law of Sines, &lt;em&gt;you've been warned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4937871069306267049?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4937871069306267049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4937871069306267049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4937871069306267049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4937871069306267049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-i-hate-american-schooling.html' title='Why I hate American schooling.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-2320490304879761143</id><published>2007-03-05T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:14:02.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>*hack, cough*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;gh, my throat has been acting up again.  Specifically my left tonsil.  Most not good.  I plan to keep all of my organs for as long as possible (except when I maybe sometime in the future donate one to someone in need)!  *shoves tonsil back in throat* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tudio is at 1pm and ends at 5pm, yar.  I feel somewhat motivated to do the diagrams required... and somehow I also don't feel motivated.  Yet, I will do them.  Mm-hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ute boy and I are trying to plan spring break fun because our schools happen to coincide spring breaks!  But what can we do?  Any ideas?  Remember: we're poor college kidlets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-2320490304879761143?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2320490304879761143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=2320490304879761143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2320490304879761143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2320490304879761143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/hack-cough.html' title='*hack, cough*'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4167557664972268144</id><published>2007-03-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:56:32.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days just freak you out.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when things get really hectic in my life, I forget to "real-time" update this journal.  One of those things is that as of Saturday, February 24th, Cute Boy and I officially decided to be boyfriend &amp; girlfriend.  Actually, he asked me to be his girlfriend.  Tee hee, he claimed me, YAY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So who is this 'Cute Boy'" you ask?  He's mine!  I'm not going to go into super detail about him because I wish to protect his privacy as much as possible.  He doesn't know I have this journal (it just hasn't come up yet, I guess?) so I wouldn't want to go crossing any lines by assuming it's okay to detalize him.  That's right, &lt;em&gt;detailize.&lt;/em&gt;  But I'll probably refer to him as "Cute Boy", "CB", or possibly "bf" or "my bf" - whatever the context calls for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was in town today for my sister's bone marrow reunion picnic.  It has been 10 years since her transplant.  YAY for her!  We ate lunch there, but it was so dang windy outside that the whole event was pretty much ruined.  They had to move a lot of it inside and everyone got lost and blah blah blah.  So we ate and ditched that joint!  Then I gave them the grand tour of the architecture building (my dad took pics of everything, lol) and after that we went to the mall, where Lees-er and I bought some clothing at Charlotte-Russe.  I got two cute shirts!  I must go back there and try on more things.  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  This entry has been sitting open, unposted for a few hours now.  I'm going to go watch a movie and try to ignore the world for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4167557664972268144?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4167557664972268144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4167557664972268144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4167557664972268144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4167557664972268144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-days-just-freak-you-out.html' title='Some days just freak you out.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-2340989429165670740</id><published>2007-03-01T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:06:15.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's... Thurblay?</title><content type='html'>HAHA... Yeah, I'm gonna keep runnin' with that one. Until at least Sunblay.  Heh heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate arguments.  I'm sure not many people say, "I love arguments!" but there has to be at least one crazy-mofo out there who actually does.  Anyway, tonight I had an argument with someone.  I haven't been that angry since September '06.  ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's 2 a.m. and I must sleep.  I know this entry has little-to-no meaning.  It doesn't really stand on its own.  I guess I just had to get SOMETHING out before I went insane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Wasteland.  Where you'll find ashes.  Nothing but ashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-2340989429165670740?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2340989429165670740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=2340989429165670740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2340989429165670740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2340989429165670740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-thurblay.html' title='It&apos;s... Thurblay?'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4462350891267388128</id><published>2007-02-27T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:56:25.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those crazy English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny sayings'/><title type='text'>HAHA, funny sayings.</title><content type='html'>You know that funny saying "Guns don't kill people, People kill people"?  Well my friend made a mocking of it by saying, "I only kill people, If they get in the way of my gun when it's firing" Oh, those crazy English!  I can imagine how that phrase might actually sound cool rolling off his tongue with an English accent, hahaha...  Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4462350891267388128?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4462350891267388128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4462350891267388128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4462350891267388128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4462350891267388128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/haha-funny-sayings.html' title='HAHA, funny sayings.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-4120124484622251600</id><published>2007-02-27T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:15:06.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubble burst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kung Fu Panda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda Voice!</title><content type='html'>*hi-yah!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung Fu Panda Voice&lt;/em&gt; is the title of a spam email I just received.  That one is just plain funny!  (No, I didn't open it, I'm not that dumb.)  But now I'm gonna Google it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a few seconds later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-Ha?  Kung Fu Panda is the title of a movie coming out in 2008.  HAHA.  Aw, my bubble has somewhat burst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0441773/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-4120124484622251600?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/4120124484622251600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=4120124484622251600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4120124484622251600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/4120124484622251600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/kung-fu-panda-voice.html' title='Kung Fu Panda Voice!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6404514072489905774</id><published>2007-02-27T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T05:33:10.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow Tail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tueblay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chardonnay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realism'/><title type='text'>It's Tueblay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat's right, folks, it's Tueblay already! 4:31 a.m. to be exact! Why am I posting instead of sleeping? Well, I'll tell you! I have structures class at 8:00 a.m. and need to shower somewhere around 7:00 a.m. That means I could only get a maximum of 2.5 hours of sleep if I fell asleep right now. As in &lt;em&gt;right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;eeping a realistic point of view, that's &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;going to happen! Sure, I'll fall asleep, but then I'll have the most difficult time waking up! Hm... I could always ask the Momma to call me at 7 a.m. NO! She doesn't get to work until after that I think! Aw, crap. Dilemmas! *Isn't thinking out loud on the internet fun, kids?!* The good news is that class is over at 12:15 p.m., I am caught up on my homework, and won't be scrambling at the last second to finish writing my essay or print the dang thing out (*mumbling* somewhere other than the printer that's 20 feet from my desk because the network in our building is still all fo' sheezy and I have to use another building's printer... *mumbling fades*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ellow Tail Chardonnay + Nacho Cheese Doritos? Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat in the crap am I gonna do until 7:00 a.m.?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; will comic! (You'll see.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6404514072489905774?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6404514072489905774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6404514072489905774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6404514072489905774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6404514072489905774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-tueblay.html' title='It&apos;s Tueblay!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-821164819298501446</id><published>2007-02-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:47:27.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Meier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CEL'/><title type='text'>It's Blunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ay for Blunday! No... Actually, today wasn't that bad of a Monday. Cute Boy left shortly after noon and headed back to his town for class. Then I got ready and booked it to school. Actually, there really wasn't any &lt;em&gt;booking&lt;/em&gt;, perse, because I didn't give a flying F*** if I walked in after the professors were "talking". Their habit these days has been to start class late (by an hour or so), thus wasting our educational time. How am I supposed to respect them if they aren't respecting our dedication to be there on time to learn... from &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;. Bastages.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o after studio I went to my car in the parking garage (yeah, I drove to school even though I can technically walk there... take THAT environment! actually, my parking permit is paid for so I might as well use it, eh?) so I could go to the library's parking garage (there's no way I'm walking across campus alone after the sun sets, are you crazy?!), and upon start-up, my car idles funny and throws a CEL (check engine light). "YARRR!" &lt;---(the sound my brain made) So I plugged my laptop into the car and managed to get the CEL code... "Speed sensor wha-?" Bah. So after turning off the car and restarting it, it was fine. *shakes fist at R-box* The CEL was probably caused by me messing with things on a daily basis, but, eh, whattayagonnado?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n the library, I went from floor to floor looking for the d*** architectural section. The library isn't very clear about where it places things... That and there are a LOT of f-ing books to navigate through. So finally, after finding a map on the end of one of the bookshelves, I managed to nav my way to the arch books where I started to find ones that would suppliment the church I'm critiquing for my project. I couldn't find anything more than few-page articles on the church, as it was built in 2000. *huff* But yay for Richard Meier! (Google him if you want to know more about this cool architect man.) I checked out 9 books! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o then I came home and unloaded the car (there's a lot of stuff to carry too and from school, ugh)... and came inside to find out my Roomy's dad had replaced our toilet! YAY! It recently started leaking... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd I checked my email to find out that the flower company is sending me new tulips free of charge because the ones for Valentine's Day (from my parents) got stuck in the snow hold-up back East, didn't make it here on time, and were kinda wilty. YAY FREE FLOWERS! Aw, Double Valentine's Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday is Mandies' birthday! Happy 25th Birthday to you, Mandies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;omorrow is K's birthday, so Happy Birthday to him! It is also Janeal's birthday! YAY, birthdays! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;kay, I seriously need to start working on this homework that is due tomorrow at 11 a.m. Maybe I'll update more after I finish it. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-821164819298501446?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/821164819298501446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=821164819298501446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/821164819298501446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/821164819298501446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-blunday.html' title='It&apos;s Blunday!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-8745672255203982995</id><published>2007-02-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:48:01.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow Tail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents&apos; house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><title type='text'>In lieu of super fun night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(re-cap of Saturday night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o last night we decided that we didn't need to have super fun night out. We were too tired. Cute Boy watched the golf tournament with his dad all day, then went home to his parents' house, invited some friends over, and then I went over to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;is family is crazy and I love it! When I got to their house, everyone (mom, dad, Cute Boy, and Cute Boy's two friends) was freaking out because his mom's rental car doors had locked themselves and someone had left the keys inside. Everyone was blaming everyone, but there was laughter involved at the same time. It was funny and I kinda just watched with a "WTF" look on my face, haha. Finally everyone calmed down, apologized for the yellings, the two friends left, and Cute Boy and I went back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;fter that he and I left in my car to go get coffee at Starbucks, mmm... Thank you for the free coffee to whomever gave him that gift card! :o) Then we hit the road and went to my place where I introduced Cute Boy to my roommate. She asked us if she should get a nose or lip piercing to go along with her eyebrow one. We both said the nose one would look cuter on her, hands down! But we think she wanted to get the lip one. I dunno, I just always feel like the lip ones, if off center, make that side of the lip look heavier, poutier, kinda like a defect - not in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nyway, so we picked up a bottle of Yellow Tail chardonnay I bought a week ago and went back to his parents' house. His parents had gone to bed so Cute Boy and I decided to watch &lt;em&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/em&gt; in the living room and drink the wine. It was a nice, relaxing second evening after such a hectic three weeks of school... Thank you, Cute Boy! *happy memories*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o after pausing the movie a few times, and having intellectual conversation during pause breaks, the end of the movie came around 2 a.m. at which we proceeded to go to bed and fall asleep post haste, lol. I love the super-fall-asleep-happy-hour! It's a great feeling when you don't just lay there for what feels like a billion hours trying to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(begin sunday entry events)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd yeah, so then we woke up this morning around 10:45 a.m. to his parents calling on the phone and saying they'd be home in about fifteen minutes and that they all had group errands to do. Boo to waking up on such short notice, haha. I like to wallow in bed for a bit before getting vertical. When you fly out of bed right after the alarm goes off, sure, it feels good at first, but by the time you make it to the shower that is ten feet away you feel like butt and want to just crawl back into bed. It's too fast for the human body! Wallowing &lt;strong&gt;must &lt;/strong&gt;commence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o we got out of bed, got ready, and I left to go to 'my things' while he helped his parents out today. 'My things' ended up being virtually nothing as I managed to successfully laze the day away. I don't feel too-too guilty either what with the needing of the brain farts this weekend in order to survive the future chaos that is bound to ensue as of tomorrow's studio class. We get a new assignment, so I want to do exceptionally well on it this time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he weekend is winding down and I am debating watching the new episodes of Simpsons and Family Guy - I barely get to watch tv anymore.  We'll see what happens.  I might just fall asleep.  Riveting, I know.&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/7666074-8745672255203982995?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/8745672255203982995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=8745672255203982995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8745672255203982995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/8745672255203982995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-lieu-of-super-fun-night.html' title='In lieu of super fun night.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-2938357499909999249</id><published>2007-02-24T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:59:02.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lees-er'/><title type='text'>Weekend of Freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cute Boy's back in town, YAY! Last night he went to hang out with some of his friends because one of them is visiting from out of town for this weekend only... and yeah, so a few hours were sacrificed for him to see his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butthenhecameover! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning on going out tonight, I'm so excited! It's gonna be "our big night o' fun" since he had to bail for those few hours last night. Aw, how sweet. I can't wait until 6pm! Move faster, time! MOVE FASTER! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, school is a bitch. I mean... yeah, school is a bitch. HA-HA! We just had a grueling three weeks on this last project, including a week (which happens to be last week) from Hell with projects due every day amongst the four classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fish fought this week. My cichlids. This is not good. Two of them had a mouth-fight. They were biting each others' mouths and one of them got injured a little. *huff* Fish from different continents (actually, it's my fault for mixing the continents... cuz I didn't know you couldn't!) = fighting. HAHA. After I moved out of the apartment, they haven't been the same. They are afraid of the fish tank light that never used to phase them. They literally scatter and hide when it comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family will be down here next weekend for a bone marrow reunion picnic. It's been 10 years since Lees-er had her transplant (this May 23rd), YAY for technology saving my little Lees-er! So I'm excited about that - I hope my dad doesn't have to work. I want him and for him to see our newly built studio! That place is nice. It is sad that my year of students will have to spend our 3rd year in the old building after it's done being renovated. :o( But for 4th and 5th year, we'll be back in the new building! I know this stuff bleeds over from the Architektin site, but I'm too lazy to just go post there today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because this weekend happens to be the first weekend in many where I have NO major projects to be working on. I am taking FULL advantage of that if it kills me. :o) Things I'm considering for this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*doing my taxes&lt;br /&gt;*doing my FAFSA&lt;br /&gt;*washing R-box (my car)&lt;br /&gt;*recalibrating R-box's computer&lt;br /&gt;*taking photos of random things&lt;br /&gt;*going to a hockey game&lt;br /&gt;*baking cookies&lt;br /&gt;*laundry!!!&lt;br /&gt;*sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;*having some wine&lt;br /&gt;*my history bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-2938357499909999249?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/2938357499909999249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=2938357499909999249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2938357499909999249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/2938357499909999249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/cute-boys-back-in-town-yay-last-night.html' title='Weekend of Freedom!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-6778233543876998348</id><published>2007-02-18T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:58:28.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow Tail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boy'/><title type='text'>The eight miles became zero.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The eight miles became zero and I was ecstatic! Mmm... chicken+corn+beans+cake. Your* momma makes great food, mmm... :o) &lt;--- *happy belly sounds* I'm glad you came with me to print my homework/stop by the school to turn it in even though it was a Friday night. I know that my architecture colleagues were excited to meet the boy I have been saying so much about lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Viva la Yellow Tail! I'm glad it's your favorite - it's becoming mine too. :o) Makes me think of Australia, kangaroos, dingos, and eaten babies. Okay, no eaten babies - that's just a Seinfeld reference. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry about your car incident yesterday too. It was so horrible seeing you so sad, but I'm glad I was able to make you smile. You should just trust that everything will be alright in the end and you'll be happier with new, aftermarket parts for your car. :o) Oh yeah, and always trust that I'm right 100% of the time (I wish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait until you come back into town next weekend. I know it's sad that you have to because of your car and everything, but hopefully I can help you with that and/or help distract you with movies! Yellow Tail! Cooking! Oooh... let's cook! Okay, he doesn't even read this and I'm typing it like he does, haha. I'm a nerd. With that, I think it's time to finally get groceries because I've wasted almost three hours on the computer. Yay, me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I will eventually explain whom I am talking about, but first I gotta take care of some unfinished business.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-6778233543876998348?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/6778233543876998348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=6778233543876998348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6778233543876998348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/6778233543876998348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/eight-miles-became-zero.html' title='The eight miles became zero.*'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-7927469273462486448</id><published>2007-02-16T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:59:29.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleagues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leeser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DooDoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phunk Junkeez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer class'/><title type='text'>Proximity matters.</title><content type='html'>You're in town, I'm so excited!  I'm also so saddened!  You're eight miles away and yet you feel so far.  How is this possible?  I can't wait until the eight miles become zero after a long day's work today.  &lt;em&gt;Holy Crap it's 1am! Where did the time go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Jeff on campus today - during my minor freak-out session where I decided I &lt;strong&gt;needed&lt;/strong&gt; coffee, STAT!  Jeff and I met in a summer class last year.  We mocked it good.  Oh, how we did.  It was sweet.  He recently left the engineering college - good for you for screwing them over!  They're too nerdy for the real world.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my college colleagues chews gum with her mouth open.  Slow.  Like a cow chewing its cud.  The sounds aren't loud, but loud enough to make you wish she'd stop.  Rarg.  She also says "Hi" in this two-syllabled fashion: "Hi-i" where the "hi" is high pitched and the "-i" is lightly lower...  Kind of like Princess Toadstool in Mario Kart 64.  "Peachie's got it!"  &lt;em&gt;DooDoo, Leeser, you know what I'm talkin' about - and how annoying that is.  UGH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my bed is SO calling me... and seeing that I didn't get nearly as much done as I wanted to today and my brain just can't stand to think anymore, yeah.  I'm out, yos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Phunk Junkeez - JOIN IN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-7927469273462486448?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/7927469273462486448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=7927469273462486448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7927469273462486448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/7927469273462486448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/proximity-matters.html' title='Proximity matters.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-9075993462078263878</id><published>2007-02-10T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T17:27:14.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>i'm back... in pog form? aw, crap.</title><content type='html'>things as of late have been generally unhappy.  i'm mostly talking about school.  the professors have tried running things differently this semester and it's making us all really cranky.  a handful of students brought up this notion with one of the professors yesterday - actually, they kind of cranked at him, HA HA, poor guy (he's nice, but clearly should retire). at any rate, all we can do is work through it and get to summer.  WOO summer!  come on, you bish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's why i haven't posted lately.  just been kind of "eh".  not like anybody reads this anyway.  :o)  probably like 0.2 of you.  i hate the rest of you, heh-heh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm settled into my new house and so that's all good; tinier than the apartment i moved out of, so that's not cool.  that is, the &lt;strong&gt;whole house&lt;/strong&gt; is tinier than my former apartment.  756 sq. ft. to be exact.  My apartment was 800 sq. ft.  Funny how things like that work.  I miss that place sometimes... but I don't miss the drive to/from there because it took me 20+ minutes and was 12 miles each leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring break is nearing! ...in a month, but no less!  springy! breaky!  wooooooo!  hopefully they don't load us down with too much homework because i know everyone is going to need a break to try to regain sanity - we already need it now.  yuoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 12 fishies are now in my room instead of the living room - this makes me happy. i get to see their little round bellies swimming around the tank all the time. mmm... ^_^ it's the cutest when they get hungry because they all swarm to the top of the tank and then i feed them. aw, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and &lt;em&gt;ow, my back hurts.  :oD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-9075993462078263878?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/9075993462078263878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=9075993462078263878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/9075993462078263878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/9075993462078263878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back-in-pog-form-aw-crap.html' title='i&apos;m back... in pog form? aw, crap.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-152674617131278652</id><published>2007-02-03T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T17:27:14.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veg-o-matic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Hello, Bishes.</title><content type='html'>So what's up, Bishes?  I've been a busy bee lately.  Busy and insane.  School has been hectic.  Moving was hectic as well.  Sick was not good.  So not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what IS good is that I get a day or so to just VEG.  Veg-o-matic.  That's my title of ac-tiv-i-tay until Monday at 1pm.  Mmm... sweet-sweet doing nothing and loving every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE, BISHES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-152674617131278652?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/152674617131278652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=152674617131278652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/152674617131278652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/152674617131278652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-bishes.html' title='Hello, Bishes.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-488915118860144836</id><published>2007-01-25T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:34:50.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherr-bees!</title><content type='html'>Fact: Bees do NOT like the smell of cherries.  It deters them.  So the next time you are attacked by a swarm of bees, emit that cherry pheromone that NONE of us naturally produce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-488915118860144836?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/488915118860144836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=488915118860144836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/488915118860144836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/488915118860144836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/01/cherr-bees.html' title='Cherr-bees!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-3165563812162215784</id><published>2007-01-14T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T03:28:41.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so borrred.</title><content type='html'>Sure, I could be working on my structures or programming or studio homework...  BAH. Three major homework assignments in the first three days of school.  Talk about getting kicked in the face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 a.m. I'm bored. Entertain me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad there's no school on Monday because now I have an extra day to work on homework/make a list of things that I will be able to take with me to the house I'm moving into.  Oh, that's right, folks - I'm moving into a house.  One of the girls in the program has an extra room so I am going to rent it.  I fear that it is smaller than my bedroom here and that I won't be able to fit my bed/computer desk/drafting desk, etc. like I have here.  Hopefully it'll all fit because then I'll be happy as a clam.  Can clams be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we're moving into the new architecture building on Tuesday (or so the status of inspections stood as of Friday)... I CAN'T WAIT!  It's going to be swiggity-sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep time, then I'm gonna design my structures load frame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-3165563812162215784?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/3165563812162215784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=3165563812162215784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3165563812162215784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/3165563812162215784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-borrred.html' title='I&apos;m so borrred.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116772844217003244</id><published>2007-01-02T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:00:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2007.</title><content type='html'>We're in 2007!  Right now!  Can you believe it?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm talking about.  I'm kinda restless right now.  It's rounding 2am and I really should be going to bed, but what kind of college kid would I be if I actually CHOSE to go to bed during winter break?!  A NERD, that's what kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.  My sleep clock is all messed up.  In lieu of anything rational that I might attempt to write, enjoy these movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MLZBFOQ5tc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MLZBFOQ5tc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LAA9SK2sM4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LAA9SK2sM4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBwCKTBMwuw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBwCKTBMwuw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116772844217003244?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116772844217003244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116772844217003244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116772844217003244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116772844217003244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116704144687771369</id><published>2006-12-25T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T03:10:46.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw.</title><content type='html'>I hate that humanity kills animals the way they do for food.  We need food though and eating plants alone is kinda not enough... but still.  Seeing the claws broken off of crabs (and then seeing them steam-cooked to death) on Dirty Jobs makes me sad.  I know other animals are treated badly too, before they are food, but we need their nutrients, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, poor animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor humans for not devising a more humane way to obtain the food we need. :o(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116704144687771369?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116704144687771369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116704144687771369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116704144687771369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116704144687771369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/12/aw.html' title='Aw.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116704053877764711</id><published>2006-12-25T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:55:38.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Christ-mas!" -Better Off Dead</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:55am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lees-er bought me an iPod today!  I am uploading music to it from cds!  Bomb biggity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the borg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116704053877764711?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116704053877764711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116704053877764711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116704053877764711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116704053877764711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/12/christ-mas-better-off-dead.html' title='&quot;Christ-mas!&quot; -Better Off Dead'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116660569804371359</id><published>2006-12-20T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:08:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh those crazy late night journal entries!</title><content type='html'>There is nothing crazy nor entry-ish about this entry.  It's just an entry.  One chock full of zero entry-ness.  Because it is so late?  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is kinda boring when you have no money.  It makes entries not that exciting.  So blame my lack of being interesting on the fact that I also have no money.  And then you should get right out there and donate some money to me.  If you'd seriously like to donate, you can leave a comment.  Only donations of monetary status will be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why is it that the thing you want the most = the thing you can't have?  And why is it that when you can't have the Wanted, the Unwanted are always ever-present and begging you to choose them instead?!  WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also also wik: &lt;em&gt;Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuun-nuh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making any sense, but you also can't stop me!  Suckers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116660569804371359?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116660569804371359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116660569804371359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116660569804371359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116660569804371359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-those-crazy-late-night-journal.html' title='Oh those crazy late night journal entries!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116660522854059741</id><published>2006-12-20T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:00:47.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment You've Been Waiting For!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdFnXnMn9N8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdFnXnMn9N8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Spongebob!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116660522854059741?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116660522854059741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116660522854059741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116660522854059741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116660522854059741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/12/moment-youve-been-waiting-for.html' title='The Moment You&apos;ve Been Waiting For!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116651468634620315</id><published>2006-12-19T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:51:26.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the wind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zcdxSnl7Ko"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zcdxSnl7Ko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116651468634620315?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116651468634620315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116651468634620315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116651468634620315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116651468634620315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-wind.html' title='It&apos;s the wind!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116650766052962565</id><published>2006-12-18T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:54:20.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my personal friends.</title><content type='html'>I'm in da hometown, yo!  If you wanna hang out, call me, email or whatever!  I don't know who's home, etc.  So yeah.  Do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116650766052962565?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116650766052962565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116650766052962565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116650766052962565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116650766052962565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-all-my-personal-friends.html' title='To all my personal friends.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116624856954535605</id><published>2006-12-15T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:56:09.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telefonica.</title><content type='html'>It kinda makes me mad when people go on and on &lt;em&gt;and on&lt;/em&gt; about "how our future plans for this weekend are &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;exciting"... and then when said weekend arrives, they just stop blabbing about being excited - and tell you that we do have plans... they just no longer include our "exciting plans".  i understand that you're tired.  i'm tired.  we all work really hard all the time (well, not everyone does :oP) and even though we may be really tired now, if we don't go and have as much exciting fun as we planned to, we're going to get sucked back into The World of the Hard-Working again before we know it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas break officially started at 3 p.m. today and I have already wasted 6.25 hours of it.  Those hours.  Gone.  Forever.  Me?  Sitting in my apartment.  Alone.  Friend A (Mr. "Exciting Plans") is too tired.  Friend B is MIA - did you lose your phone &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;?  Friend C had a glimmer of hope, but then neglected to follow through - grr.  Friend D, well...  Sorry you didn't tell me ahead of time that you were going to be in Phx because we could've kept you from having plans this very lonesome evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm bitching.  BITCHHHHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, sorry that you [possibly] read this and that I [quite intentionally] swore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that, yeah, I was here cleaning my apartment after turning in last year's homework (yeah, you read that correctly), but now I'm kinda bored.  But I don't wanna go to my family's house and sit and watch tv right now.  Sorry guys, I love you, but I need to be outta the house!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hours pass by before posting]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crap I didn't go do anything*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116624856954535605?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116624856954535605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116624856954535605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116624856954535605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116624856954535605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/12/telefonica.html' title='Telefonica.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116608842166046991</id><published>2006-12-14T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:27:01.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be bold about how you feel.</title><content type='html'>Angels and Airwaves ~ Valkyrie Missile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Spoken transmissions:] &lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me out there I can hear you. &lt;br /&gt;I got you I can hear you alright. &lt;br /&gt;This is so strange, &lt;br /&gt;I want to wish for something new, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the scariest thing I've ever done in my life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do we think we are? &lt;br /&gt;We're Angels and Airwaves? &lt;br /&gt;Just hold on I got you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can see the sun coming up on the horizon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, everyone will listen &lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts sometimes &lt;br /&gt;If you will come and hear the message &lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to learn to love again &lt;br /&gt;Open up and come alive if you will &lt;br /&gt;Can you hear my message? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave your pain on the bedroom floor again &lt;br /&gt;Bring a smile to survive &lt;br /&gt;And do you think that you have that in you &lt;br /&gt;If you're here and you're all alone tonight &lt;br /&gt;Then I'll give you a free ride &lt;br /&gt;Take a chance cause I know you want to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you'll hold on, just hold on &lt;br /&gt;I'm here and I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;I'm here too, I feel you &lt;br /&gt;We'll get through &lt;br /&gt;I know this I've seen it &lt;br /&gt;A hundred times a thousand times &lt;br /&gt;Just one more time &lt;br /&gt;With you and I, I'll pull you close &lt;br /&gt;And then we'll say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a lotta oh hell of a lot to say &lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts sometimes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you will come and hear the message &lt;br /&gt;And everyone everyone will hope and pray &lt;br /&gt;That the best will sure survive &lt;br /&gt;And if it's true then you'll feel the message &lt;br /&gt;A perfect life for a perfect brand new day &lt;br /&gt;And we're the next in line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And do you think that you have that in you &lt;br /&gt;So if you're here and you're curious tonight &lt;br /&gt;Then I'll give you a free ride &lt;br /&gt;Take a chance cause I know you want to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you'll hold on, just hold on &lt;br /&gt;I'm here and I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;I'm here too I feel you &lt;br /&gt;We'll get through &lt;br /&gt;I know this, I've seen it &lt;br /&gt;A hundred times, a thousand times &lt;br /&gt;Just one more time &lt;br /&gt;With you and I, I'll pull you close &lt;br /&gt;And then we'll say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Spoken transmission:] &lt;br /&gt;Who do you think we are? &lt;br /&gt;We're Angels and Airwaves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116608842166046991?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116608842166046991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116608842166046991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116608842166046991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116608842166046991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/12/be-bold-about-how-you-feel.html' title='Be &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; about how you feel.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116564541488591765</id><published>2006-12-08T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:17:32.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The may-be events of the near future.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, December 09:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Christmas Light Boat Parade&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Pizza, wine, and staring at a firepit&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, December 10:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Saguaro Lake boating in the afternoon&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, December 11:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;I have an arch-history exam study session in the afternoon&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, December 14:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;My last final exam in Materials &amp; Methods&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Bring all my stuff home from my studio desk&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Finish my Books in Dialogue class from last fall&lt;/DEL&gt; ["BOOM, baby!"]&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Clean up the apartment&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Change R-box's oil (in Phoenix)&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Go to Phx?&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, December 17:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;M&gt;&gt;RSX's birthday!&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, December 18:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;DooDoo flies in from Florida!&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, December 19:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;I get to hang out with EW (from high school band, for those of you who know me)!&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, December 25:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Lees-er's 22nd birthday!&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Christmas Day!&lt;/DEL&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, December 31:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*&lt;DEL&gt;Goin' to da Phunk Junkeez show to tag along with K while he works!&lt;/DEL&gt; (Woo, it was FUN!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, January 02 - Wednesday, January 10:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*Tara comes to town [to broil brownies?]!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, January 10:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*School resumes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, January 15:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*Martin Luther King Jr. Day - No School!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, January 14:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*AZ-HT car meet in Phoenix with M&gt;&gt;RSX?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, January 20:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*Black tie affair with K's city's Chamber of Commerce.  Dressing up!  Dinner!  Dancing!  Pictures!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, August 6 - Sunday, August 12, 2007:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;*Sturgis motorcycle rally event with A in South Dakota&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: strike-throughs = the event has either been completed or canceled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116564541488591765?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116564541488591765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116564541488591765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116564541488591765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116564541488591765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/12/may-be-events-of-near-future.html' title='The may-be events of the near future.*'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116470103358947277</id><published>2006-11-28T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:03:53.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS3 baby commercial.</title><content type='html'>I don't own one.  I don't want one.  But I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;this commercial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq9vHFKZHLE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq9vHFKZHLE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116470103358947277?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116470103358947277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116470103358947277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116470103358947277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116470103358947277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/11/ps3-baby-commercial.html' title='PS3 baby commercial.'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116418032526158880</id><published>2006-11-22T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:25:25.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was talking about wine in the future...</title><content type='html'>2006 was a really good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to turn leaves in my life.&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;em&gt;The golden leaf.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;Did you think that I would disappear?&lt;blockquote&gt;...wash away?&lt;br /&gt;...last that long?&lt;br /&gt;...get that strong?&lt;/blockquote&gt;It felt like you were with me or against me.&lt;blockquote&gt;Your promises were all lies.&lt;br /&gt;You thought you'd just push me, but you really shoved me.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like that the only way was the wrong way.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;blockquote&gt;The combination of lost control, loss of soul, I froze.&lt;br /&gt;You know I wasn't the guilty one.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116418032526158880?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116418032526158880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116418032526158880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116418032526158880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116418032526158880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-i-was-talking-about-wine-in-future.html' title='If I was talking about wine in the future...'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7666074.post-116409821010700691</id><published>2006-11-21T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:36:50.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smurf you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvcP77smqHs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvcP77smqHs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Izzy, for reminding me of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7666074-116409821010700691?l=groovesalad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/feeds/116409821010700691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7666074&amp;postID=116409821010700691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116409821010700691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7666074/posts/default/116409821010700691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovesalad.blogspot.com/2006/11/smurf-you.html' title='Smurf you!'/><author><name>Groove Salad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216184782546550239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/543/483/320/r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
