<?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-6565819</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:50:07.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~ LaHs ~*~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-110294324281264019</id><published>2005-01-25T04:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T04:56:25.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a place inside my mind</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days where you can't help but smile? Have you ever been freezing cold, but filled with warmth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest gesture.&lt;br /&gt;The kindest word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-110294324281264019?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/110294324281264019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=110294324281264019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110294324281264019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110294324281264019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2005/01/theres-place-inside-my-mind.html' title='there&apos;s a place inside my mind'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-110239784885092473</id><published>2004-12-07T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:37:28.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eat poop you cat</title><content type='html'>I just found out from my sister, miss what's Wicked?, that she just saw it with her boyfriend AND my mom!! And all those times when I was younger and they tried to convince me that they weren't having parties while I was asleep...lies, all LIES I tell you...I have seen many a good show sneaking into my mom's company christmas parties pretending to be an employee (because at the age of 12 I looked like I could work for a Bank...) , but of all the shows to miss cuz I'm at school T__T&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced I'm never going to be able to see this show unless I cough up over $100, which isn't likely to happen with these pockets.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus side, I'm in DS for the first time this coming weekend. if you've ever seen a DS show, do you remember watching certain dances, and seeing that one person who is real "special"? I have now become one of those "special" dancers....sometimes I wonder what puts the idea in my head that I can do things like dance, and then I realize it's because I've lost grip with reality...nothing a nice long winter break won't fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-110239784885092473?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/110239784885092473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=110239784885092473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110239784885092473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110239784885092473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/12/eat-poop-you-cat_07.html' title='eat poop you cat'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-110201143184662965</id><published>2004-12-02T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T13:18:22.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied...</title><content type='html'>~-- You're an ESFJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESFJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's there to say about ya, huh? You're a helpful person who places a high value on harmony. You pay close attention to people's needs and wants and work well with others to complete tasks in a timely and accurate way. You follow through on your commitments...you like structure and closure and like situations where warmth and compassion is shown. You're at your best by organizing people in getting a job done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiate warmth and fellowship and generally fit in well with your classmates or workers....concerned about the feelings of others and like to help out when possible. You know it's important to give as well as receive and like to donate your services as a volunteer. You like to be with compatible people. You have an easier time making friends and accepting their roles in life... you like doing things traditionally.. you're old-fashioned that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the parent, spouse, employee or whatever role seriously...you learn best in a situation where you know what you can expect...you don't like continued interruptions..you really have to get along and like your teachers to learn well from 'em, huh? You place a high value on following through on tasks and assignments...you take the time to see how things fit together in the big picture, but this sometimes slows you down and makes you feel like you're learning slower than others...you respect rules and authority.. you do what you can to make sure your relationships run smoothly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in a leading situation, you pay attention to the needs of others. You often come across to others as friendly, warm and concerned....leisure is to be earned after work is done...like posting on the Storm Palace before playing the games.. ...you like including others in your relaxing... you like to have your social events regularly planned -- like a weekly softball league.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love means warmth and commitment and you show this to your partner in many tangible ways...like cards and gifts and flowers and so on ...once you're committed, you stay in it even if it's an inconvenience to you...and maybe even longer than it's healthy...because you give so easily in a relationship, you're disappointed if others don't give as freely as you do.. you're more loyal to the institution of the relationship or marriage than the person...when burned in a relationship, you get hurt bad, and may need time to heal and get over it before moving on....you can really hurt someone if you wanted to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for: you tend to avoid conflict and sweep problems under the rug.. learn how to manage conflict and appreciate that conflict can help people in relationships to understand each other better...value your own priorities more and don't always put others' needs ahead of your own...don't bite off more than you can chew...hard to take or give corrective feedback, isn't it? You may not always ask for appreciation that you deserve...you might need to develop more assertiveness that way..you assume you know what's best for others and state these opinions.. that might rub 'em wrong and make you look bossy and rigid.... don't get so caught up in the details that you forget the larger picture.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESFJ: "Extra Special Friendly Joiner" --~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://haleonline.com/psychtest/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-110201143184662965?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/110201143184662965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=110201143184662965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110201143184662965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110201143184662965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-lied.html' title='I lied...'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-110200519590747112</id><published>2004-12-02T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T12:41:33.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really stopping this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='200'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://67.18.206.179/1101685945middle class.JPG'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Middle Class&lt;/b&gt;. 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It's a very unique story about an amazing pianist. It's very cool...well I liked it. VERY good soundtrack I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo 2 posts in one day is a little much for me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm off like a dirty shirt --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-110200442712452850?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/110200442712452850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=110200442712452850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110200442712452850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110200442712452850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-edge-of-reason.html' title='on the edge of reason'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-110200366904886563</id><published>2004-12-02T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T11:07:49.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big ass margaritas!</title><content type='html'>who knew mad mex was such a hopping place on a Monday night?&lt;br /&gt;Monday was kind of poopy because I had class and work and load-in (as much fun as that usually is it's still hours of relaxation that I'm not partaking in) and dance practice...but I did get a chance to go out with some friends to get Mad Mex's big ass margaritas ^__~&lt;br /&gt;I actually happened to bump into Joslyn! it was very unexpected and random, but it was good to see her. She even offered me a shot of Tequila ^___^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week has been filled with lots of baked goods, and now I feel ready for hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;anybody care to join me?&lt;br /&gt;oh! and watch the second season of 24 when I get home!!! if you haven't seen the show 24, you should get on that, because that is some good stuff. so good my sister almost gave herself an ulcer while watching it because it was so suspenseful...hmm...ulcer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for the semester to be over, and at the same time I'm really sad because I don't want to graduate T___T&lt;br /&gt;yea, the whole job search thing...yea...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-110200366904886563?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/110200366904886563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=110200366904886563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110200366904886563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110200366904886563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/12/big-ass-margaritas.html' title='big ass margaritas!'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-110042193799842918</id><published>2004-11-14T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T03:45:37.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meep</title><content type='html'>too much dancing = ouchies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note though my mom and sis are coming in 6 days! which means 6 days until yummy brazilian cafe...although brazilian cafe right before culture night might not be the best of ideas, but so tasty! and then skipping my class on Monday for a whole week of Thanksgiving break ^__~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the semester is almost over. Everyone seems so excited except me...&lt;br /&gt;...the future scares me, mostly because I don't know where I'm headed, but I guess I should just enjoy the time I have now and worry about the rest when I get there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-110042193799842918?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/110042193799842918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=110042193799842918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110042193799842918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110042193799842918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/11/meep.html' title='meep'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-110022228618280697</id><published>2004-11-11T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T20:18:06.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>girlie movies to the rescue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't care what people say, girlie movies rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;nothing like some Julia Stiles and Luke Mably smoochies to turn this frown upside down...ok, so it was mostly Luke Mably, but I can't deny Julia Stiles her props. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;18 more days!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^__~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-110022228618280697?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/110022228618280697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=110022228618280697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110022228618280697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/110022228618280697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/11/girlie-movies-to-rescue.html' title='girlie movies to the rescue!'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-109398411956622932</id><published>2004-08-31T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:28:39.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no one mourns the masochistic</title><content type='html'>if my life had a song, I think that's what it would be...&lt;br /&gt;so I promised myself, as always, that I would be less busy this semester - it's senior year and I'm all about the slacking...but as always I feel like I might have taken on too much. I only have 3 academic classes, which shouldn't be too bad, although it seems like a lot of reading, essay writing, etc.  And now I have 2 campus jobs - one at the info desk and the other one working at Katie's old job. Plus my senior thesis, which I manage to conveniently forget every so often. Then of course there's GMC stuff, ARCC, APhiO.... O_o  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;but I did bring it upon myself...I think I just have serious issues with saying no...I think that's what it boils down to...at this rate I'll end up at a job that I hate, like my sister did - she wants to quit, but they have her so busy she doesn't even have time to quit! ~craziness~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just the whole transition from Orientation fun-ness to classes...I'm actually really glad that I did OCing this year, especially since it was my last year. though I am kind of sad that I won't be able to do it next year =Why do we have to have classes? ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end whiny rant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-109398411956622932?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/109398411956622932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=109398411956622932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/109398411956622932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/109398411956622932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-one-mourns-masochistic.html' title='no one mourns the masochistic'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-109323034699916642</id><published>2004-08-22T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T22:05:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog</title><content type='html'>what up!?&lt;br /&gt;long time no see. here at the fence with Laurel and Zach (who is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; back-seat blogging).&lt;br /&gt;I realize I've been MIA for a while, but last time I saw my blog the little side bar was all wonky and I got sad, and a little lazy about trying to fix it, so I just kind of let it sit here all sad and alone. so I guess it decided to fix itself - yay! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time honestly flies the older you get...at least that's what it feels like. I'm standing on the threshold of senior year, and I am &lt;em&gt;freaked out&lt;/em&gt; as hell. I don't really know how I got here, though I am glad that I am. Looking back at my last three years here I can say that there are very few things that I'm really regretful of, and even those things that I've regretted have been constructive learning experiences. and BOY is this starting to sound way more cliched and reflective than I meant to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo - I've been back in Pittsburgh since last Monday, and have been pretty busy with OC training. it's almost unbelievable that it's already Sunday, and the freshmen will be here in less than 2 days!!! I'm definitely excited, and very glad that I finally took the initiative to apply to be an OC before it was too late. One of my biggest fears is meeting new people, but on the flip side, I also love meeting new people...I don't know, I think I'm just a ball of contradictions like that. When I was younger my family always talks about how I used to be such a social butterfly and couldn't walk out of the house without making a new friend...but somewhere between then and now I've somehow gotten more restrained and more fearful, which I hate.  But this OC experience so far I think has helped me reconnect with that part of me that I feel I've lost...cheesy as that sounds.  =&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a promising way to start what will hopefully be an amazing and memorable year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out  for now  ^__~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love Theresa! Said Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-109323034699916642?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/109323034699916642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=109323034699916642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/109323034699916642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/109323034699916642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/08/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-108924321442167832</id><published>2004-07-07T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T18:33:34.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reading makes our speaking english good</title><content type='html'>it's nice to finally have the time to sit down with a good book that doesn't have to do with government, foreign policy, or a book that's written in a foreign language that takes you twice as long to read after which you probably won't get as much out of the book as someone actually proficient in the language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished "Love" by Toni Morrison, which was an enjoyable read. &lt;br /&gt;just finished "Wild Ginger" by Anchee Min, who also wrote "Becoming Madame Mao", which I haven't read, but I heard is good. "Wild Ginger" was interesting, especially with the character development - very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since moved on to Candace Bushnell's "Trading Up".  I didn't realize she was the same woman who wrote "Sex and the City". a story about moving up the social ladder and the "in crowd" of New York City...don't know how I'll like this one, but I guess we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any other recommendations to add to my ever-growing list of books I should read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to dinner...  ^__~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-108924321442167832?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/108924321442167832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=108924321442167832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108924321442167832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108924321442167832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/07/reading-makes-our-speaking-english.html' title='reading makes our speaking english good'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-108918195959103370</id><published>2004-07-07T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T01:32:39.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>death by sweaty towels</title><content type='html'>working at the equipment desk is a lot busier than I thought it would be. part of it might be that today was a busier day for some reason (according to my supervisor - so glad they picked today to be my first day). I think I liked having my Sunday shifts at the info desk a lot better than this wonky Tuesday foolishness from 6-10...but when the supervisor speaks, or rather when the supervisor has a daughter that wants your shift... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another semi-sad note, I missed dinner with my friend Henry and his parents who are in town for a few days before they go back to Houston T__T&lt;br /&gt;it was nice having the house to myself for a bit, but I'm definitely glad that there are people milling about again. and it'll be super awesome when Chris gets back. at some point I think my roommate Amy is coming back from California as well, but that might not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day actually started picking up as soon as it started to end. when I got off work, I bumped into Catherine! sadly, I missed the cheese fest at Whole Foods, which is sad, because I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LOVE&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cheese. my sister even mistakes me for cheese sometimes and calls me cheese....or maybe it's just because my name is too long for her too...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, then within the 5 minutes when my phone decided not to hate me I managed to talk to Mr. Darren Canady - who, despite his many protests, has finally gotten himself a cellular phone!!! look at what the world has come to. next thing you know he'll jump on the blog bandwagon and create his own blog...which might be called something like sassy-pants.blogspot.com....? perhaps... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! (evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;and here I leave you. sleep well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muhahahahahahahahahah..haha..ha...hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-108918195959103370?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/108918195959103370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=108918195959103370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108918195959103370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108918195959103370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/07/death-by-sweaty-towels.html' title='death by sweaty towels'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-108909435356990260</id><published>2004-07-06T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T01:14:04.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*munch munch*</title><content type='html'>that would be the sound of the internet eating my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got sucked into the world of blogging and was playing around with some formatting stuff, and adding cute pictures ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I definitely should have been working on research or some translation, though I just got those in my inbox a couple hours ago. most of the day got eaten by movie watching and eating (food, not the movie)...hmm, there's a lot of eating going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, Spiderman2 was pretty good. definitely some not so great dialogue, but other than that I enjoyed it. even if it was probably funny in spots where it wasn't supposed to be. although I have to say, that elevator scene was B-E-A-utiful  ^__~&lt;br /&gt;curious how the next one will turn out, cuz you know there'll be one.&lt;br /&gt;and that reminds me, whatever happened to the Xmen movies? I guess it hasn't been that long since the 2nd one came out, but there were definitely rumors flying about them making up to 7 - trying for the whole movie series dealy. that could be interesting, as long as they don't wait too long on it and can manage to hold on to their actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I procrastinate...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to start actually trying to be productive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-108909435356990260?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/108909435356990260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=108909435356990260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108909435356990260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108909435356990260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/07/munch-munch.html' title='*munch munch*'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-108897266920136460</id><published>2004-07-04T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T15:24:29.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little Morrison</title><content type='html'>"In unlit places without streetlamps or yelping neon, night is profound and often comes as ease. Relief from looking out for and away from. Thieves need the night in order to be furtive, but can't enjoy it. Mothers wait for it yet are braced all through their sleeping. The main ingredient offered by the night is escape from watching and watchers. Like stars free to make their own history and not care about another one; or like diamonds unburdened, released into handsome rock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July everyone~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-108897266920136460?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/108897266920136460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=108897266920136460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108897266920136460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108897266920136460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/07/little-morrison.html' title='a little Morrison'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-108891510135707807</id><published>2004-07-03T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T23:25:01.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleveland Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Today was an awesome day! Took a trip up...over...to Cleveland to play a strangely perplexing, but highly enjoyable game called Whirly Ball. It's a weird combination of bumper cars, lacrosse and basketball. You ride around in these little bumper cars, wielding these stunted lacross sticks in teams and trying to chuck a little wiffle ball at a backboard with a verticle net. It's strange, but quite entertaining. I think one of the most entertaining bits had to have been the steering stick, which is this rod that sits right in front of you in the bumper car that acts as your steering wheel...only forward and reverse are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;exactly the same&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;crazy&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We even got in a rousing game of laser tag with, count 'em, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; levels. and of course, all the glowy blacklighted-ness and fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a trip we're going to have to repeat in the fall so that others can enjoy the amazingness that is whirly ball. Not to mention how sweet the owner is. He gave us a discount just for coming all the way from Pittsburgh to play! Someone should give that man a cookie...or a hug...though that might be weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all this has been a really enjoyable summer, but part of me feels like I'm having too much fun, and that I should really be doing some hard core research. Next year is going to be fairly light (hopefully) in terms of course work, but I have a feeling this research is going to come back and bite me in the butt @__@&lt;br /&gt;But I have made my bed and I must jump around in it and fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm definitely excited about going home in a week. as exciting as Pittsburgh has been this summer with so many people being around, it'll be nice to see the family. And learn me some lion dancing ^__~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that seems like a nice meaty post ^__^&lt;br /&gt;so I'll probably hop into bed and read myself to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off like a dirty shirt ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-108891510135707807?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/108891510135707807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=108891510135707807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108891510135707807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108891510135707807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/07/cleveland-rocks.html' title='Cleveland Rocks!'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-108835418530333109</id><published>2004-06-27T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T11:36:25.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prekieeeeees!</title><content type='html'>run and hide!!!! they're everywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the pre-college kids came in today, which means lots of parents and small children asking lots of questions. on top of those people who call and ask you the hours of the Museum of History...maybe the University should invest in a new sign that says UNIVERSITY CENTER Information Desk.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;but at least I got free food ^__~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of sad seeing all of the prekies though, because it only reminds me of being old. I want to be little again T__T  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-108835418530333109?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/108835418530333109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=108835418530333109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108835418530333109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108835418530333109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/06/prekieeeeees.html' title='Prekieeeeees!'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-108764853531740366</id><published>2004-06-19T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:29:15.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog?!?!</title><content type='html'>So, I don't completely understand this whole blogging phenomenon...well I understand it, but I don't think I would ever get much use out of it. I can't imagine that I'd be comfortable enough to post anything meaningful I would ever have to say for all the world to see. But, being bored at work I figured I would take a look, see what all the craze is about - only to find that I apparently already have a blog! ...granted the only thing I ever posted to it was "procrastination", but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that this could either be extremely distracting, or just plain bad, OR I could forget to update it again like I apparently did before and then rediscover this in another year or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see  ^__~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-108764853531740366?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/108764853531740366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=108764853531740366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108764853531740366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/108764853531740366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-blog.html' title='I have a blog?!?!'/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6565819.post-107829590730084009</id><published>2004-03-03T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T01:41:25.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROCRASTINATION!!  ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6565819-107829590730084009?l=drawkward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/feeds/107829590730084009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6565819&amp;postID=107829590730084009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/107829590730084009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6565819/posts/default/107829590730084009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawkward.blogspot.com/2004/03/procrastination.html' title=''/><author><name>Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888696492571580267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/15/8805185/4097146132099s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
