<?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-1112777134340231033</id><updated>2012-02-21T00:17:56.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-8890450591043443171</id><published>2012-02-20T23:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T23:59:42.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aeneid - Juno - Character Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;For some reason, I feel proud of the homework I just did. &amp;nbsp;I had to write in the point of view of an assigned character. &amp;nbsp;I got Juno, the Queen of the Gods and the main divine antagonist throughout "The Aeneid." &amp;nbsp;I figured I would share the thing I am proud of. &amp;nbsp;But honestly, I think I'm proud of my procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juno (Books 1, 2, and 3)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;My name is Juno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;I am the Queen of the Gods, the wife andsister of Jupiter, and the daughter of Saturn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;When I think of the man named Aeneas, I feel anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;I want to rationalize my actions toward himin the years prior to his arrival to Carthage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;I do not believe that anything I did was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;I only strove to protect the city that Iloved from the men who came from the city that I loathed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Before the Trojan War, a prince ofTroy, Paris, claimed that the goddess Venus was more beautiful than I.&amp;nbsp; My beauty is something that I take pride in,and he challenged that.&amp;nbsp; I will neverforgive the city of Troy for slighting my divine beauty.&amp;nbsp; Once the city was defeated and the war ended,a group of men escaped.&amp;nbsp; That group wasled by Aeneas, son of Venus.&amp;nbsp; The factthat he was the son of the goddess who was a rival of mine would not have beenenough to fuel the rage I felt toward him.&amp;nbsp;I had heard that his descendants were destined to destroy my belovedcity of Carthage, which I could not tolerate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Aeneas and his followers were totravel for years before they could reach his final destiny.&amp;nbsp; I only wanted to protect my city longer, ifpossible.&amp;nbsp; This was where I kept mybelongings, such as my armor and chariot.&amp;nbsp;I wanted to keep Aeneas far away from all of this.&amp;nbsp; I had hoped that by making his travels moredifficult, he would eventually give up, or settle somewhere far from Carthageand never go near it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;One time, Jupiter had allowed PallasAthene to do terrible things to my Argives all because of Ajax, the son ofOileus. He had allowed her to shatter his ships and send winds to churn the seaand impale him on a rock. But I am the Queen of the Gods.&amp;nbsp; I find myself to be more important, andcloser to Jupiter.&amp;nbsp; But he won’t allowany race of men who will worship me to survive.&amp;nbsp;Why shouldn’t I be able to save those who do worship me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;When I believed that Aeneas was tooclose to Carthage, I met with Aeolus, who is the god of the winds.&amp;nbsp; I asked him to use the wind to bring a greatstorm upon Aeneas and to overwhelm and sink their ships. I wanted him toscatter their bodies across the sea. &amp;nbsp;Ioffered him fourteen nymphs of the rarest beauty.&amp;nbsp; They most beautiful of them all was Deiopea. &amp;nbsp;I told him I would marry them so that shewould stay with him and make him beautiful children for all of her life.&amp;nbsp; Aeolus agreed to my request, and Aeneas andhis men suffered a terrible storm.&amp;nbsp;Watching this gave me much delight, but my delight was cut short byNeptune.&amp;nbsp; Neptune decided that he didn’twant his waters to be churned, so he calmed them and sent Aeolus away.&amp;nbsp; This annoyed me.&amp;nbsp; Once Aeneas was on land, he could findCarthage more quickly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;After Aeneas made it to land, Iwatched him and my city.&amp;nbsp; I saw Venustell her son all about Queen Dido, and protect him as he entered my city.&amp;nbsp; I was angered by her involvement.&amp;nbsp; But my husband had sent Mercury to tell QueenDido to welcome Aeneas and his men.&amp;nbsp; Iwas forced to watch as Aeneas wooed the Queen bye telling her of his terribleadventures.&amp;nbsp; I watched as Venus sent herson to make sure that Queen Dido fell in love with Aeneas.&amp;nbsp; After thinking it over, it wouldn’t be bad ifthey fell in love.&amp;nbsp; Aeneas wouldn’tdestroy Carthage if he loved the Queen, would he?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;I loved the city of Carthage, so itonly makes sense that I wanted to protect it, right?&amp;nbsp; I never told Paris of Troy to say that Venuswas more beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I got angry aboutthat, but only because he was so obviously wrong.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to keep Aeneas far away fromCarthage, and he got too close.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.&amp;nbsp; How else could I have ensured that I would beworshipped without trying to eliminate those who would destroy myfollowers?&amp;nbsp; If other gods and goddessesare able to meddle in the lives of mortals to help themselves, I can too.&amp;nbsp; Why, I’m more entitled, because I am theQueen of the Gods.&amp;nbsp; I just know thatanyone else in my position would have done the exact same things that I haddone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-8890450591043443171?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/8890450591043443171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-5685197578096341503</id><published>2012-02-20T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T00:17:56.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes!</title><content type='html'>So, a downside to having a little sister in daycare is that she brings home sicknesses. &amp;nbsp;That's okay, usually. &amp;nbsp;I don't really get sick, so I'm safe... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick on Friday. &amp;nbsp;I got a fever and a headache, I was not hungry all day, and I just didn't feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I thought I was getting better. &amp;nbsp;My fever was mostly gone, my head was okay, I ate all right, and I felt better. &amp;nbsp;But then, my throat really hurt. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, that wasn't bad. &amp;nbsp;I had it Friday, too, but it wasn't bad at all. &amp;nbsp;However, I laid in bed for three hours unable to sleep because of it, that's how bad it was. &amp;nbsp;Then my dreams revolved around the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams mean that I fell asleep. &amp;nbsp;And then I woke up to spots on my hands. &amp;nbsp;They itched like crazy! &amp;nbsp;I couldn't just ignore the itch, because it wouldn't go away. &amp;nbsp;And my throat still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;now for today. &amp;nbsp;I woke up to crazy itchy hands. &amp;nbsp;The spots on my hands had multiplied. &amp;nbsp;Oh, but that's not all. &amp;nbsp;I looked at my feet, and I have those spots there, too. &amp;nbsp;Now, by the&amp;nbsp;end&amp;nbsp;of the day, my hands&amp;nbsp;both&amp;nbsp;hurt&amp;nbsp;and itch, my feet both hurt and itch, I have one red spot on my lip that hurts, and I have had to drink way more water than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what I have?&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease, you guessed right. &amp;nbsp;Large outbreaks are not common in the U.S., but it spreads pretty easily through&amp;nbsp;daycare's&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;children put their hands in their mouths. &amp;nbsp;It is more common in some Asian countries, and I could give you more&amp;nbsp;random&amp;nbsp;facts. &amp;nbsp;Here's one: There are no treatments for it&amp;nbsp;right&amp;nbsp;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, I forgot my biology notebook today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spots on my hand haven't reached the part of my fingers I use to write with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bright enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a big chapter of a story and finished my homework that's dur tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Perfect... ?&lt;div 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Toes!'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-8780792336840424723</id><published>2011-12-06T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:49:17.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Games</title><content type='html'>I enjoy video games. &amp;nbsp;They are fun. &amp;nbsp;But I am very bad at most of them. &amp;nbsp;But recently I've found this amazing person called Helloween4545 on YouTube, and watching&amp;nbsp;video games&amp;nbsp;has become fun! &amp;nbsp;He's a very funny person, and you should all watch his&amp;nbsp;Penumbra&amp;nbsp;game videos. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how many of you there are, but I would love to bring happiness to everyone's lives, even if it's just a few people. &amp;nbsp;But WARNING! &amp;nbsp;If you are sharing a room with someone and that person just went to bed, it's a bad idea to continue watching him. &amp;nbsp;He is too funny and you will laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-8780792336840424723?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/8780792336840424723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/12/watching-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/8780792336840424723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/8780792336840424723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/12/watching-games.html' title='Watching Games'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-251941021195164419</id><published>2011-10-10T14:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:49:08.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Execrable Friday (10.7.2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was a sad, sad day... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday night a nice little&amp;nbsp;headache&amp;nbsp;began to form, which I decided to ignore. &amp;nbsp;After a while, I thought about taking some&amp;nbsp;aspirin, but I couldn't find it. &amp;nbsp;Now, my headache wasn't too&amp;nbsp;terrible. &amp;nbsp;I figured I'd go to sleep and it'd be gone by the time I woke up. &amp;nbsp;That headache got a lot worse in the time it took me to fall asleep, but still,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 7:00 AM on Friday morning, I woke up to my alarm and a headache so terrible I wanted to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotten bad headaches all my life, and the worst are migranes. &amp;nbsp;I'd always get sick when I had them and then the headache would get worse, then I would fall asleep early and wake up at some insane time like 4am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on Friday morning, my headache felt like the worst headache ever. &amp;nbsp;I don't recall ever waking up with a migrane, so that probably made it seem worse. &amp;nbsp;After my second alarm went off, I realized I probably wasn't going to my first class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept straight through the class I swore I'd never miss again. &amp;nbsp;I woke up when I heard my roommate getting ready for her classes at about 9:30. &amp;nbsp;I then sat up and got really sad because my headache was still just as bad as it was at 7. &amp;nbsp;After she left, I forced myself to get up and ready for the day. &amp;nbsp;Since this took a good half hour, I realized I wasn;t going to my second class either. &amp;nbsp;That is a swimming class, which I thought would be a bad idea to go to if I felt my head would either implode or explode, plus the sick feeling I had. &amp;nbsp;I figured that I probably had a bad migraine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got myself to leave my room and go eat food. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't eaten anything since around lunch time on Thursday, and I figured that maybe part of my headache had to do with that. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure if I was right, but my headache did lessen as I sat there eating food that is strangely good. &amp;nbsp;I even had orange juice, which I apparently can't decide whether or not I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I headed on down to the Health and Wellness Center on campus, all the while being very aware of how much class I was missing. &amp;nbsp;There I met with the nurse who helped me figure out what would be the best way to deal with my hurting head. &amp;nbsp;She gave me&amp;nbsp;Acetaminophen and told me to rest and come back at 2:30. &amp;nbsp;She told me this at 11, when I had already missed two classes. &amp;nbsp;I had another class at 12:20, and she told me I should not go and that I should rest during that time to help my headache go away. &amp;nbsp;I agreed with her, but I really didn't want to miss class. &amp;nbsp;I walked back to my room with my medicine and a note, just in case any of my professors wanted proof that I had a&amp;nbsp;legitimate&amp;nbsp;reason for missing their class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listened to the nurse and tried to relax, but all I could think about was how I was going to miss class and have a gap in my notes. &amp;nbsp;I even convinced myself that my headache was bearable and that I could totally go to class. Luckily I was able to also convince myself that I really hate headaches and that resting would help it go away. &amp;nbsp;I let my brain battle that out until 12:20 finally passed. &amp;nbsp;That one part of my mind still&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;something like "But... but... notes... class..." but we all knew I wasn't getting up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually slept for a whole almost hour. &amp;nbsp;I thought my headache was gone, but after looking at my phone it came back. &amp;nbsp;This meant that it was better, but still existent. &amp;nbsp;At 2:30 I went to H&amp;amp;W and got Mygrex. &amp;nbsp;This did help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, nothing was really able to keep my headache away. &amp;nbsp;The sick feeling stayed too, and got so bad I had to&amp;nbsp;leave&amp;nbsp;work early. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to play Capture the Flag though. &amp;nbsp;My headache was kind enough to stay away for most of the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend, the headache never really went away completely. &amp;nbsp;Nor did the sick feeling (aka nausea). &amp;nbsp;I was able to get through an entire 4 1/2 hour shift on Sunday, which I was glad about. &amp;nbsp;On Sunday night (or 2am Monday) as I lay in bed, a headache started to creep up on me and I was terrified that I'd get another terrible headache. &amp;nbsp;Lucky for me, I have had a headache-free Monday so far. &amp;nbsp;And if a headache tries to get me, I'm armed with Acetaminophen and other headache preventers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIDE NOTE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I spelled Acetaminophen right!!! &amp;nbsp;Twice!!!!! &amp;nbsp;In a row!!! &amp;nbsp;(The first time I had to have it spell-checked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-251941021195164419?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/251941021195164419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-execrable-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/251941021195164419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/251941021195164419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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procrastination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I opened my laptop, opened the website we use for homework, and did it. &amp;nbsp;The best part is that it's not due till Wednesday morning! &amp;nbsp;And it was just assigned this morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I feel so accomplished, I am going to write about last Friday, and then study Microeconomics... eventually...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-4464887665980734409?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/4464887665980734409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-procrastinator-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/4464887665980734409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/4464887665980734409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-procrastinator-today.html' title='I&apos;m a Not Procrastinator Today!'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-5850288824335935713</id><published>2011-09-24T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:59:56.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Stuff</title><content type='html'>It;s so sad to realize that the only thing you can plan for the weekend is homework and schoolwork. &amp;nbsp;There's so much more of nothing that I want to do more. &amp;nbsp;I want to sit in my room watching videos and browsing the web, not accounting, microeconomics, public speaking, history, and &amp;nbsp;astronomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-5850288824335935713?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/5850288824335935713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/10/crazy-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/5850288824335935713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/5850288824335935713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/10/crazy-stuff.html' title='Crazy Stuff'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-4233289771878654962</id><published>2011-08-11T10:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:10:09.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cheerful Week?</title><content type='html'>Nah, I failed to have a cheerful week on Friday of last week. &amp;nbsp;I did get pretty far though. &amp;nbsp;I got all the way through Thursday. &amp;nbsp;On Friday I had some strange anxiety issue. &amp;nbsp;I saw that it was super busy, I didn't feel that I was collecting money fast enough, I was already a bit unhappy about having to collect in the first place, and every time I tried to regain my composure another car would drive up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt completely nervous and upset and frustrated at the same time? &amp;nbsp;To the point where you felt seriously sick? &amp;nbsp;That's how I felt on Friday. &amp;nbsp;I considered asking to leave early. &amp;nbsp;But after it slowed down and I took my break, I felt a whole lot better. &amp;nbsp;Even during the time that I was unhappy it seemed as though it caused people to notice something was wrong. &amp;nbsp;I guess that my speed must have been strange or something, because twice I was asked if I was alright. &amp;nbsp;Of course I said I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to more happy events! &amp;nbsp;I am finished working for the summer! &amp;nbsp;Now I can have that four-day vacation I've always dreamed of! &amp;nbsp;Then I get to go back to school and work and learn a whole bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also looking forward to this weekend. &amp;nbsp;I am going over to my mother's home, which I normally don't like. &amp;nbsp;But this weekend I am&amp;nbsp;giving&amp;nbsp;my younger siblings gifts! &amp;nbsp;I absolutely love gift-giving. &amp;nbsp;It's so awesome to see people I care about open the gifts I give them. &amp;nbsp;It's better than getting gifts myself! &amp;nbsp;It's my favorite part of the holidays. &amp;nbsp;That&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;mean I love the holidays. &amp;nbsp;Christmas is over commercialized and I feel compelled to get gifts for everyone, which eats up my meager college student savings like a paper shredder destroys that important document you didn't mean to put in there. &amp;nbsp;Nom nom nom! &amp;nbsp;No more money for you! &amp;nbsp;Buy these gifts! &amp;nbsp;They cost more because you have no choice! &amp;nbsp;Nom nom nom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6uO7lyRniig/TkPe7v8hY_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VLQSjUE26nc/s1600/400_F_1545358_Vgu45bRwxU0jkcVW2PvopCi5phi6pq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6uO7lyRniig/TkPe7v8hY_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VLQSjUE26nc/s320/400_F_1545358_Vgu45bRwxU0jkcVW2PvopCi5phi6pq.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crap! &amp;nbsp;That was important!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-To3rX_31pmE/TkPe75-SpkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sNeJZXxfYkM/s1600/094721_christmas_cartoon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-To3rX_31pmE/TkPe75-SpkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sNeJZXxfYkM/s320/094721_christmas_cartoon.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where all the extra money goes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and never, ever, ever, search for "&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=paper+shredder+accident&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1C1_____enUS391US391&amp;amp;biw=1680&amp;amp;bih=917&amp;amp;prmd=ivns&amp;amp;source=lnms&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;ei=CeBDTvT3EobGgAe67MzLCQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=mode_link&amp;amp;ct=mode&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CAsQ_AUoAQ"&gt;paper shredder&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://message.snopes.com/showthread.php?t=60527"&gt;accident&lt;/a&gt;." &amp;nbsp;It's just... don't click that link if you ever want to feel happy for the next ten minutes or so. &amp;nbsp;You will never forget...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-4233289771878654962?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/4233289771878654962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-cheerful-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/4233289771878654962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/4233289771878654962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-cheerful-week.html' title='My Cheerful Week?'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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don't plan to have a series of happy event and nothing negative, I just want to enjoy life. &amp;nbsp;I'm not going to let the little things bother me. &amp;nbsp;If I don't like where I am at work, I won't allow that to ruin my day. &amp;nbsp;At least I have a job and I generally enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;If one customer is a bit rude, I won't let their attitude alter my happiness much. &amp;nbsp;If I trip over something and...&amp;nbsp;never mind, that always happens. &amp;nbsp;But you get the point, right? &amp;nbsp;Why let the little things get in the way like that? &amp;nbsp;It can't be very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my cheerful presence will help those around me feel better, too. &amp;nbsp;Kind of like when one person is stressed and the whole room seems to be filled with stress, because it ends up being contagious. &amp;nbsp;Cheerfulness should be pretty contagious too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-3583834290203074619?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/3583834290203074619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/08/limits-and-cheer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/3583834290203074619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/3583834290203074619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/08/limits-and-cheer.html' title='Limits and Cheer'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-5300702381898670967</id><published>2011-07-28T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T17:44:43.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>Three consecutive days of writing to myself. &amp;nbsp;It's fun really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving work. &amp;nbsp;It's finally starting to get un-boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest issue is when it's busy and there are multiple stressed/annoyed people. &amp;nbsp;It's like the air is filled with unhappiness. &amp;nbsp;It really does effect me, and I'm sure I'm not the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-5300702381898670967?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/5300702381898670967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/07/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/5300702381898670967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/5300702381898670967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/07/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-82401078283105721</id><published>2011-07-27T21:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:20:13.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on Day... I've lost track.</title><content type='html'>My poor computer...&lt;br /&gt;It's screen, it is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how long I can survive with limited computer access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire being basically revolves around computers, especially my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for work, I don't know if I'd make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's been like, 3-4 days, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;That's like FOREVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-82401078283105721?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/82401078283105721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-on-day-ive-lost-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/82401078283105721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/82401078283105721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-on-day-ive-lost-track.html' title='Going on Day... I&apos;ve lost track.'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-3942163486008576976</id><published>2011-07-26T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:44:47.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pageviews</title><content type='html'>I'v just discovered that, since I started this blog, there have been 3 pageviews in Germany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty big news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-3942163486008576976?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/3942163486008576976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/07/pageviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/3942163486008576976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/3942163486008576976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/07/pageviews.html' title='Pageviews'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-3522283223170630678</id><published>2011-06-30T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:02:12.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going to Write a Book</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago I decided to start a story. &amp;nbsp;The idea just popped into my head one night, when I wasn't even planning to write. &amp;nbsp;It's going to be called "Inside My Mind." So far I've decided it's about a girl who has abilities that other people don't have. &amp;nbsp;I've decided that one of them is that she can sort of absorb the emotins from those around her, especially strong ones like love, hate, sadness, and anger. &amp;nbsp;I've been building this character and other, more minor, characters for a long time now. &amp;nbsp;So I'm pretty excited for it. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to post about it in another blog. &amp;nbsp;I'll post the link as soon as I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insidemymind12.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://insidemymind12.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put "12" at the end because someone else already had the name. &amp;nbsp;I hate when that happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-3522283223170630678?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/3522283223170630678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-going-to-write-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/3522283223170630678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/3522283223170630678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-going-to-write-book.html' title='I&apos;m Going to Write a Book'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-181260741723426026</id><published>2011-06-08T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:55:09.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heyquiz.com/quiz/cat_kill"&gt;&lt;img alt="Is your cat plotting to kill you?" src="http://www.heyquiz.com/bimage/14_93.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out I'm probably going to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cat's going to kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, yeah, I tell him not to jump on the table and clip his nails, but I never thought that he'd plot to kill me for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe he's just been planning it from the start, ever since he was brought home. &amp;nbsp;Maybe that's what they learned at the &lt;a href="http://www.kittycottage.org/"&gt;Kitty Cottage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what's going to happen in 2012. &amp;nbsp;Cats will kill their owners and take over the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NjH0JFd268/TfAZBVVwAiI/AAAAAAAAACY/K0f3mFoDXkA/s1600/Mojo+Jojo+Monster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NjH0JFd268/TfAZBVVwAiI/AAAAAAAAACY/K0f3mFoDXkA/s320/Mojo+Jojo+Monster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He'll take over the world in a few months, maybe a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, I should have known back when this was my result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHPuhz1PfMU/TfAZZ3koEiI/AAAAAAAAACc/pP-1_jGSg68/s1600/Is+your+cat+plotting+to+kill+you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHPuhz1PfMU/TfAZZ3koEiI/AAAAAAAAACc/pP-1_jGSg68/s320/Is+your+cat+plotting+to+kill+you.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "a" should be "an," but since it's a quiz I guess it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There is a 7% chance that I'll survive the kitty invasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-181260741723426026?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/181260741723426026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/06/evil-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/181260741723426026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/181260741723426026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/06/evil-cat.html' title='Evil Cat'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NjH0JFd268/TfAZBVVwAiI/AAAAAAAAACY/K0f3mFoDXkA/s72-c/Mojo+Jojo+Monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-1121754995418997590</id><published>2011-06-08T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:40:33.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More School for a While!</title><content type='html'>I was reading my last post, and I said that I would not wear my winter coat all winter. &amp;nbsp;Well, I win. &amp;nbsp;I only wore the coat once because I went out to play in the snow. &amp;nbsp;I figured that was the only reason I'd wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am finally done school, until August. &amp;nbsp;It's pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed all of my classes with a C+ or higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fall, I failed on of my classes. &amp;nbsp;I think it might have had to do with my roommate. &amp;nbsp;I only studied when she studied, because I couldn't concentrate with her complete disregard of my need to study. &amp;nbsp;As soon as I switched rooms, my grades went up. &amp;nbsp;I went from B-, C, D, and F to A, A-, B+,B, B-, and C+. &amp;nbsp;I mean, I know a lot of it was my fault, but she didn't really help much. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't even get a good night's sleep with her staying up with the lights on, TV on, music on, and friends coming over until 3 AM when I had work at 6:30. &amp;nbsp;God, I'm glad I never have to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't what I planned to write. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to write about work or something. &amp;nbsp;Oh well, I guess I'll do that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-1121754995418997590?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/1121754995418997590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-more-school-for-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/1121754995418997590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/1121754995418997590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-more-school-for-while.html' title='No More School for a While!'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-6502984410067564619</id><published>2010-12-06T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:50:28.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love snow... from a distance.</title><content type='html'>I used to love the snow. I still do. It's fun to go out and play in it, and to just look at when you're inside. It was also an awesome excuse to miss school. There was nothing I didn't like about the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to college in Erie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I thought it would snow a lot.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it at first. I went outside at 6:25am to walk to work and it had started snowing just a bit, and it was just enough to cover the ground a bit. I wish I had taken a picture, but I forgot my phone in my rush to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was almost a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's stopped even once. It just snows more and more. And wind makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood dream of living in the North Pole and helping Santa deliver toys in hopes of&amp;nbsp;receiving&amp;nbsp;even more gifts for my good behavior?&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way in hell I'm going to live with this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my face froze.&lt;br /&gt;And my blue sweater turned white and then darker blue.&lt;br /&gt;And my jeans are wet.&lt;br /&gt;And my black sneakers are somehow a darker black.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't own winter boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, I still won't wear my winter coat. It's too bulky.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, two people today have told me it's crazy to wear only a light blue sweater over my short-sleeved shirts.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I take that as a challenge. Now I feel as if I need to wear only sweatshirts no matter how cold it gets. This won't turn out well for me, because I had the same issue with my flip flops, but I never learn&lt;br /&gt;They thought I was crazy to wear those shoes in the rain and when it was freezing out. And to only wear a light jacket.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay. I&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;always do this type of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-6502984410067564619?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/6502984410067564619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-snow-from-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/6502984410067564619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/6502984410067564619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-snow-from-distance.html' title='I love snow... from a distance.'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1112777134340231033.post-8228755890902228973</id><published>2010-11-19T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:42:10.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forget everything.</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to bed at about 3am. I spent the next hour thinking about projects for classes and about what I want my first blog post to be about. By the time I actually fell asleep, I had a huge list of topics for blogs, and as for the projects, well, there's only so much I can accomplish while I'm trying to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;But after a night of incredibly epic dreams (I think that in the last dream, I was a&amp;nbsp;villain&amp;nbsp;who was trying to destroy the planet by spraying hair spray into the air outside while it was raining, and I trapped the people who were trying to stop me, then I had to get inside but forgot I had locked the door), and rehearsal for one of my many projects that are due in the first week of December, I completely forgot the entire list.&lt;br /&gt;That's just inconvenient. I could have written it down, but I was trying to fall asleep, so I chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;I was also going to write one last night, but my roommate was trying to sleep, and until then, I never noticed how loud typing can be.&lt;br /&gt;So, the result of that is this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1112777134340231033-8228755890902228973?l=mylittleblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/8228755890902228973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-forget-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/8228755890902228973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1112777134340231033/posts/default/8228755890902228973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleblog1.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-forget-everything.html' title='I forget everything.'/><author><name>Kimmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09784301036269245788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnR6INaqVIo/TjtUtVUvyMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jClOfC5WQgA/s220/Snapshot_20110804_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
