<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199</id><updated>2009-08-15T15:30:13.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A variation of sorts...</title><subtitle type='html'>A semi-quasi adult.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>861</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-5707625100222132862</id><published>2007-09-12T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:29:57.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I put my blog back to a standard template since I wasn't really updating anyway and the whole layout was so out of date.  Obviously, as evidenced by my complete lack of updates for a year, my focus shifted away from blogging.  I have a lot of other things going on in my life like a relationship and making a big move and graduating and working and...I guess it just shifted to the backburner.  Which isn't to say that I don't read blogs, because I do...I just never knew what to say to update anyway.  We all know that I have fears about updating and someone who shouldn't find it finding it so I tend to reveal little and when the main thing going on in my life was something I couldn't reveal...I just had no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...I'm still here.  I'm still reading your blog probably...I just don't have much to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-5707625100222132862?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/5707625100222132862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=5707625100222132862' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/5707625100222132862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/5707625100222132862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-put-my-blog-back-to-standard-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-1646569415941760873</id><published>2007-06-27T13:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T13:36:51.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow...did you know that I've had this blog for over 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that doesn't count though when I haven't updated for just about a full year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-1646569415941760873?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/1646569415941760873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=1646569415941760873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/1646569415941760873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/1646569415941760873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-3635781860276059985</id><published>2007-06-27T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T13:34:50.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I logged into blogger that...well I didn't know it was associated with google accounts now.  What is that about anyway...flickr associates with yahoo, blogger with google...i suppose it means I have less logins to remember but...I'm not sure otherwise what the purpose is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...because the template was so outdated...and didn't even load properly for me anymore...I switched to just some blogger template.  Obviously I don't use this much so...if I come back to using it often, I will update the template.  Or maybe ask someone for one they've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just felt like...I needed to come update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is ok, sometimes life is great.  Seems that a lot of bad news has been coming lately but...I know things will get better.  It just takes time and perhaps we will soon gain some stability.  I would love to tell you all the wonderful things in my life but...I still have this discomfort with sharing large things on the internet because eyes that shouldn't read them inevitably do.  And that's not the proper way to share big things.  If that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...know this...I'm still alive.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-3635781860276059985?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/3635781860276059985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=3635781860276059985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/3635781860276059985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/3635781860276059985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-so-long-since-i-logged-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-115591547083254309</id><published>2006-08-18T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:37:50.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I...had a new experience yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I've been searching for an apartment...I've been staying in a motel/staying with a friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had a weird experience last night.  Having to remove any trace of me from there because they had family coming to visit and family didn't know about me.  Heh.  Down to weird things like, "is there any food I have here that you don't eat?"  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a weird experience of going out to eat and having three different waiters.  I swear, everything we got was brought to us by a different one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-115591547083254309?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/115591547083254309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=115591547083254309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/115591547083254309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/115591547083254309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-115471828309388386</id><published>2006-08-04T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:04:43.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, a more complete update for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, I graduated from college.  I have a degree that says I am capable of teaching all your little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since I currently reside in a state 1000 miles away from the one I want to move to, I've been applying to jobs there.  But...I keep getting rejected.  This is probably 1) because I have no experience and 2) because at the point I applied I wasn't certified in the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since it is now August and school is getting ready to start again soon...well, if I am going to be unemployed I may as well move somewhere where the cost-of-living is cheaper.  Where rent on a 2-bedroom apartment is approx. 1/2 of rent on a 2-bedroom where I grew up.  But I'll still get paid about the same/day as a substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week, I'm moving to Minnesota.  I had it all planned out to make two twips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then driving back from my last trip to Minnesota...I crashed my car.  In Wisconsin.  This involved some frantic "how do I get home?" along with a lot of walking.  Walking to get my belongings from my car.  Walking to try to find the mall.  Walking to take the bus to get to the mall to buy some luggage so I could fly home.  Lots of walking in 95 degree heat.  I think I must have lost 5 lbs in the day I spent in Wisconsin.  Luckily everyone was very nice and helpful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent a few days at my mother's house, bought a new car (well, 2002 but that's the newest I've ever owned), that will allow me to make it in one trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have...9 days until I move out and no definite place I'm moving into...but I do have somewhere to stay.  Mmhmm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that love thing?  It is stronger and stronger every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say more but...I have no idea who reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-115471828309388386?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/115471828309388386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=115471828309388386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/115471828309388386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/115471828309388386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-more-complete-update-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-115453357393279702</id><published>2006-08-02T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:46:13.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me see..a lot of things have happened since the last time I updated.  I've still been around reading blogs just haven't had a lot to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bites on jobs.  Boo.  No one wants a teacher with no experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, in the next week and a half...I'm moving to Minnesota.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-115453357393279702?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/115453357393279702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=115453357393279702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/115453357393279702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/115453357393279702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-me-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-114755128615703723</id><published>2006-05-13T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T16:14:46.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holy shit, I'm a college graduate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-114755128615703723?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/114755128615703723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=114755128615703723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114755128615703723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114755128615703723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/05/holy-shit-im-college-graduate.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-114688536770910444</id><published>2006-05-05T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:16:07.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmm, well, my love is out tonight so I have time to write a full complete update on my life.  And yet no time to change my little blog description?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 22 now, not 21.  Next saturday, I graduate.  So...I'll be moving on to being a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living around town this summer still, so that I have greater mobility and can travel for job interviews.  My first job applications go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offered a job in South Carolina based only on a brief interview.  I'm not taking it because I'm trying to move West, not South...but it's nice to know that I can get offered jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I find a job, I will be looking for a place and moving there.  Isn't mobility nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, things are pretty good in my life.  I'm happy.  Healthy.  Working on packing and cleaning for moving out of where I have lived the past two years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-114688536770910444?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/114688536770910444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=114688536770910444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114688536770910444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114688536770910444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/05/mmm-well-my-love-is-out-tonight-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-114671484067483944</id><published>2006-05-03T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:54:00.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, I went from blogging every two weeks to every two months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...I finish student teaching tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love...5 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...I got offered a job last week but I'm not taking it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will update more in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-114671484067483944?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/114671484067483944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=114671484067483944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114671484067483944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114671484067483944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/05/heh-i-went-from-blogging-every-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-114223015442774858</id><published>2006-03-13T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:09:14.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;--still in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--is so ready for student teaching to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--just worked for almost 5 hours straight on work due at 8 AM because I procrastinate like nothing else still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--thinks the person I am in love with is perfect and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--is proud that she told her best friend about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--should go to bed as I have to get up in 4 1/2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--needs another day to the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--is now 22.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-114223015442774858?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/114223015442774858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=114223015442774858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114223015442774858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114223015442774858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-in-love-is-so-ready-for-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-114126476279005298</id><published>2006-03-01T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:59:22.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;--thinking my birthday is totally sneaking up on me.  I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose being sick for a week and a half and student teaching kind of make you forget about little things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I stayed home sick yesterday?  I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-114126476279005298?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/114126476279005298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=114126476279005298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114126476279005298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114126476279005298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/03/thinking-my-birthday-is-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-114118221881407093</id><published>2006-02-28T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:03:38.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still perfectly, blissfully, happily, beautifully, wonderfully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've been sick for a week and a half and I feel like I'll never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wondering if anyone that knows me personally or in real life reads this...I'm a bit unsure...so I can't say everything I want to say...because there are some things that people shouldn't read about on your blog, you know?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...my family knows nothing of me being in love.  It's not something that just comes up for me...and I haven't seen them in a month and a half, so they only saw it at the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the person I love has been so supportive and wonderful and caring with me being sick and it is just wonderful and amazing.  I can't imagine anything more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...you're probably gagging.  This silly love thing...&lt;br /&gt;I would have done the same thing when I wasn't in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been in love for three months...it feels so short and so long all at the same time.  Like we've known each other a lifetime, but each week flies by...time flies by when we are together and there is never enough time in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--sends/receives about 100 texts a month just so we can keep in contact when I'm at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-114118221881407093?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/114118221881407093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=114118221881407093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114118221881407093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114118221881407093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-perfectly-blissfully-happily.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-114064910775535953</id><published>2006-02-22T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:58:27.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first really good day of teaching.  I came home happy.  I had fun and was comfortable teaching.  I even made jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still so very much in love.  More and more everyday if you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how &lt;a href="http://www.misszoot.com"&gt;miss zoot&lt;/a&gt; says she is more in love with MrZ now than when they got married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how I feel...I mean clearly not as long of a relationship but...everyday I fall more and more in love when I didn't think it was even possible, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-114064910775535953?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/114064910775535953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=114064910775535953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114064910775535953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/114064910775535953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-22.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113968746140936478</id><published>2006-02-11T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:51:01.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still alive.  Still happy.  Nothing really new and exciting to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also 1/4 of the way through student teaching...only 12 more weeks, whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm student teaching, graduating, and in love...what more do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but yeah, that tends to keep me a little busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113968746140936478?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113968746140936478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113968746140936478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113968746140936478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113968746140936478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113824246762475987</id><published>2006-01-25T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:27:47.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence not posting much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113824246762475987?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113824246762475987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113824246762475987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113824246762475987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113824246762475987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113596197168684281</id><published>2005-12-30T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:59:31.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, there is something completely and amazingly good going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I wish I could share, I just haven't found the right words yet.  Because any words...seem to make it into something less than what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm holding on to this feeling.  And I'm alive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good.  My bro and his wife came over and we brought my grandmother up, so it was just like any other year except at the end, my bro left too.  It was their first married christmas, aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Tuesday, I will be working for two weeks, then heading back to school where I will be student teaching.  Woo.  And then I graduate in May.  scary thought, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I suck at updating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113596197168684281?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113596197168684281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113596197168684281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113596197168684281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113596197168684281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-there-is-something-completely-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113397267152740215</id><published>2005-12-07T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:24:31.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could explain why I haven't been blogging.  it is complicated, but very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and probably something that down the road, I wish I would have written about so that I can look back and reflect and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, spending time with them seems more important than writing about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113397267152740215?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113397267152740215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113397267152740215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113397267152740215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113397267152740215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wish-i-could-explain-why-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113276234672015770</id><published>2005-11-23T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:12:26.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Germany's first female chancellor was sworn in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberia elected a woman president...the first elected female president in Africa apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what this says about the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113276234672015770?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113276234672015770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113276234672015770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113276234672015770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113276234672015770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/11/germanys-first-female-chancellor-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113182643592918216</id><published>2005-11-12T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:13:55.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be one of those people who has really great stories to tell, that everyone laughs at.  But most of my stories, require knowledge of the people involved I think.  And most of my humor, is the witty sarcastic humor that relies on knwoing someone really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think my mother thinks I am an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In speaking to her the other day (she is coming to visit tomorrow), she said, "I would say I'll call when I leave, but it is probably better if you just call when you get up since you'll probably be sleeping in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when I was talking about going to Delaware (22-23), she said, "I don't want you driving home when you're tired...I mean, that's your decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, sure, they both seem like references to sleep, right?  But...it's like there is some hidden "I know you'll be drinking" in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113182643592918216?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113182643592918216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113182643592918216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113182643592918216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113182643592918216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-to-be-one-of-those-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113173991610230155</id><published>2005-11-11T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:11:56.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going slowly nuts right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few pet peeves.  I don't think many.  It's mainly heavy walkers and heaving people chew.  I can't stand the sound a mouth makes chewing if the person doesn't chew with their mouth entirely open or closed... that spit/wet mouth sound.. it drives me nuts.  I can't explain it, it is just there.  With no purpose.  close your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...since I have no idea who reads this so I can't be terribly specific...I know this person who has this habit of moving parts of their mouth in such a way, not even consciously, that it makes the same sound.  And I'm sitting here, right now, hearing it and trying not to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sound of spit bother me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113173991610230155?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113173991610230155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113173991610230155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113173991610230155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113173991610230155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-going-slowly-nuts-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113138440381981868</id><published>2005-11-07T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:26:43.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lest you think my crocheting ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make things for my roommates when I get bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/60910732_6cfac31c2e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat made a few weeks ago.  It is a little big, but she wanted something that would keep her and her ears really warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/60910734_f6f59c088c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scarf made from the remnants of the pink hat and the hat featured above.  Turned into an ear warmer for the photo op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/60910737_aa106f122d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scarf made from this green stuff I wanted to try.  Very fashionable, only somewhat warm.  He's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I need to be going to class right now rather than updating, for bigger images you're going to have to check my flickr (see that little picture up on the left?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113138440381981868?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113138440381981868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113138440381981868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113138440381981868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113138440381981868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/11/lest-you-think-my-crocheting-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113138287988726853</id><published>2005-11-07T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:01:19.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm looking at the calendar, thinking about stuff.  Like...&lt;br /&gt;12 days of classes until Thanksgiving break.&lt;br /&gt;Then two weeks of classes.  Then finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did this semester go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right...there is still that unit plan I have to write, and the 10 page paper (on the discourse about global aids policy), and the 20 page paper (about who knows what yet)...and the 25 minute presentation on "current affairs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where my semester is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113138287988726853?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113138287988726853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113138287988726853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113138287988726853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113138287988726853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-looking-at-calendar-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113117293393867923</id><published>2005-11-05T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:42:13.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...I pregamed a little then went to a party tonight.  Which was kind of sucking so I walked to the pizza place to get more to drink...with two underage people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the guy in front of me in line was drunk and trying to buy my alcohol for me...&lt;br /&gt;but then he couldn't find his ID, so I had to convince the cashier that we weren't together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guy asked me, "you're on the girls rugby team, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the party, called a friend who proceeded to tell me I have a great voice and I should call her more often (mmm, I love people who are nice to me)...stayed a little more...then left with a friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt like he needed to walk me home.  That never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am.  Definitely going to have good dreams tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go to a party...remind me to take some tissues, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113117293393867923?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113117293393867923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113117293393867923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113117293393867923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113117293393867923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113115185786929333</id><published>2005-11-04T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T19:50:57.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is blatantly stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.clevertitle.net/"&gt;clevertitle&lt;/a&gt;...and I am making an obvious attempt to pass it off as actualy content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Seven things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Graduate&lt;br /&gt;   2. Cook dinner that doesn't require the microwave regularly&lt;br /&gt;   3. Have a family&lt;br /&gt;   4. Teach for a bunch of years&lt;br /&gt;   5. Get my own domain (how does this even fit in there?)&lt;br /&gt;   6. Read all of the books that I want to.&lt;br /&gt;   7. get my masters and doctorate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. Seven things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Make you laugh (generally at me).&lt;br /&gt;   2. Type.  Really quickly.  While I'm talking to someone.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Write academic papers (you want creativity?  no).&lt;br /&gt;   4. Talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Put you at ease.  Comfort.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Learn names.  I'm really good at learning names and remembering basic info.&lt;br /&gt;   7. sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. Seven things I can’t do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Tell stories.  I suck.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Make myself care about things that I just don't find to be important.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Dance.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Not overanalyze everything.&lt;br /&gt;   5. have a sense of time.&lt;br /&gt;   6. sleep on my back.&lt;br /&gt;   7. drink milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. Seven things that attract me to people of the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;   2. The way they smell.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Butts.  I admit it, I'm a butt person.&lt;br /&gt;   4. scruffy facial hair.&lt;br /&gt;   5. confidence without arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;   6. a bit of appropriate shyness.&lt;br /&gt;   7. intelligence without cockiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. Seven things I say most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. I mean...&lt;br /&gt;   2. He/she was like...&lt;br /&gt;   3. Seriously&lt;br /&gt;   4. wtf&lt;br /&gt;   5. haha, right, i know&lt;br /&gt;   6. ya know&lt;br /&gt;   7. it would be good if you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI. Seven celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Michael Vartan...you know, the guy from Never Been Kissed and Alias (and Mists of Avalon)&lt;br /&gt;   2. Taye Diggs.  Enough said.  (How Stella Got her Groove Back, whatever that show was last season, Rent, etc).&lt;br /&gt;   3. Leisha Hailey.  I admit it.  I have fallen in love with The L Word and I am hopelessly addicted.  This one deserves a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/5131873/583974"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Jake Gyllenhaal.  From The Day after Tomorrow, now in Jarhead and Brokeback Mountain.  He is a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Johnny Depp.  But only in Pirates of the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;   6. I have to keep the same one here...Colin Firth... for the same exact scene.  In Love Actually, there is this amazing scene where he has learned Portuguese to speak to the girl he loves (and it turns out she learned english)...and...aww, it's just so good.&lt;br /&gt;   7. Natalie Portman.  Gotta love her.  My apartment does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113115185786929333?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113115185786929333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113115185786929333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113115185786929333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113115185786929333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-blatantly-stolen-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188199.post-113112175133706043</id><published>2005-11-04T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:29:11.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The kids at the daycare on campus are having recess outside today...so here I sit listen to screaming laughing kids and thinking about how much I suck at updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe if I stopped sucking at everything, I would update more.  I have no motivation this week at all.  I'm not terribly busy, but I just can't seem to get things done.  It is very frustrating.  Thank goodness is Friday.  I would like a restart on the week...but that can happen next week, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go see if I had any homework that I didn't do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5188199-113112175133706043?l=avariation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/feeds/113112175133706043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188199&amp;postID=113112175133706043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113112175133706043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188199/posts/default/113112175133706043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avariation.blogspot.com/2005/11/kids-at-daycare-on-campus-are-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13905322056131691249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02307900543220497879'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>