<?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-4005398</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:21:08.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shhh!</title><subtitle type='html'>a little corner of my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>541</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113814380154624191</id><published>2006-01-24T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:03:21.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>getting back into the swing of things...this has been a semi-stresful week, between going to classes for the first time, setting up my room, and socializing.  life in texasbeing home was fun, but i was really glad to get back.  i will make a list of what i missed about home:- showering without flip flops- non-TDR food- doggies to play with- bad daytime television- freakishly warm winters and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113814380154624191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113814380154624191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113814380154624191' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113728464281811121</id><published>2006-01-14T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:24:02.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In 2005 I:[x] stayed single (for a little bit???)[x] got kissed[x] kissed someone new[x] made out[x] made out in a car[x] kissed in the snow[x] kissed in the rain[] had sex[x] fell in love[] fell in love with a fool[] had my heart broken[x] broke someone else's heart[x] had a stalker (hahaha)[x] lost a friend[x] had a good relationship with someone[] questioned my sexual orientation[] came out of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113728464281811121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113728464281811121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113728464281811121' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113728430649187761</id><published>2006-01-14T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:18:26.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--&gt; January1. Did you have a new year's resolution this year? nope.2. Who kissed you at midnight? matt3. Does it snow where you live? haha.  maybe like an inch each year.  4. Do you like hot chocolate? yes.  especially the caramel hot chocolate type. and peppermint too.5. Have you ever been to times square to watch the ball drop?  no.---&gt; February1. Who was your valentine in 2005?  matt2. What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113728430649187761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113728430649187761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113728430649187761' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113686106378974160</id><published>2006-01-09T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:44:23.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>considering the amount of time i spend staring at my computer, bored out of my mind, i've been really bad about updating this thing.  cyclops cat!  ew, that thing is so fucking creepy.  anyway, this week i've done a lot of watching bad daytime television and facebooking myself to eternity.  i went to the galleria last week, only to walk around for two hours and buy nothing.  i did go shopping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113686106378974160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113686106378974160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113686106378974160' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113625121357351476</id><published>2006-01-02T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:05:46.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?moved out and attended college.2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?i dont make resolutions.3. Did anyone close to you give birth?probably, but i can't think of it right now.  the baby's probably really ugly anyway.4. Did anyone close to you die?my anabelle.  5. What countries did you visit?mexico</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113625121357351476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113625121357351476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113625121357351476' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113625090393419760</id><published>2006-01-02T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:15:03.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because i canand because i love meg, who is some hawt shit and i'm secretly (or not so much) stalking.  haha.  Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2005. Post the first sentence or two of it in your journal, and that's your "Year In Review."Januaryhappy flippin' new year.welcome to 2k5, home of the seniors.Februaryim confused. second semester of senior year is typically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113625090393419760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113625090393419760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113625090393419760' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113622420832482730</id><published>2006-01-02T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:50:08.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>christmas picturesfirst of all, happy new year.  i hope you break your new years resolutions quickly so that we can all realize that we're liars and cheats.  i went to katie's party for a little while, then lizz, petra, sarah, and i went to coldstone and back to my house.  we missed the ball drop both times.  the first time we were sitting around eating our ice cream and all of a sudden we heard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113622420832482730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113622420832482730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113622420832482730' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113591821352923871</id><published>2005-12-29T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:50:13.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>adventures in the big-Dfort worth stockyardsi know, fort worth isn't technically a part of dallas, but as far as we dallasites are concerned, it might as well be a suburb of dallas.  we went to the stockyards on a balmy december day of 80 degrees.  funny thing about the stockyards is the number of people wearing jeans, cowboy boots, big belt buckles, and cowboy hats and aren't in costumes.  i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113591821352923871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113591821352923871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113591821352923871' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113561806037236437</id><published>2005-12-26T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:27:40.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>santa baby, put some presents under my treesanta was good to me this year.  because i'm awesome like that.  here's my list:- speakers (pretty damn good ones too... next hurdle is to get them back to dc...)- a newsweek subscription (yeah im a nerd.)- pete and pete season 2/ clarissa explains it all season 1 (from charlie, bc hes a good boyfriend like that)- simpsons season six (it only has part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113561806037236437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113561806037236437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113561806037236437' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113530311494515576</id><published>2005-12-22T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:58:34.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear administration of ursuline academy:in a recent issue of Time Magazine, the persons of the year were named, one of which is an ursuline alum, melinda gates. the article is very in-depth and highlights their displays of humanity and service to the poor, especially those in india, indonesia after the tsunami, and africa.   i pose this question to the administration:  do you accredit mrs.gates's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113530311494515576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113530311494515576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113530311494515576' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113521308299889128</id><published>2005-12-21T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:58:03.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm  dreaming of a white christmas...but i know it's not going to happen.  damn texas climate.  actually, its a beautiful day here in texas... a balmy 50 degrees and clear blue skies!  i woke up around noon... i guess finals messed up my sleeping patterns.  but that's onl a guess.  we went to thai garden for lunch, found out their management changed, but still enjoyed our lunch very much.  mark </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113521308299889128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113521308299889128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113521308299889128' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113514385186425842</id><published>2005-12-20T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:44:11.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why yes, i am listening to nsync christmas.i am proudly listening to nsync christmas, because to me, nothing puts one in the christmas mood than listening to poppy christmas music.  i'm back in dallas folks, no longer freezing, although the past few days in the district were quite balmy (at a steamy 45!!).  i need new socks.  i'm probably going to go to our favourite vegan buffet tomorrow with my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113514385186425842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113514385186425842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113514385186425842' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113495809682901585</id><published>2005-12-18T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T20:10:36.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>merry christmas!!there was a gingerbread man decorating par-tay on the 6th floor, so i crashed it and decided to flex my mad icing skillz.  two more finals to go, then mad partying, and a flight to the big D!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113495809682901585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113495809682901585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113495809682901585' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113468900723521291</id><published>2005-12-15T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T17:23:27.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures!i added pictures from today's snow storm and the boys playing with a paddle ball my mom sent me in my finals care package along with chocolate covered espresso beans which are my new best friend. boo, finals!i'm done with one of four.  politics was okay... i had a lot of leeway because my TA calculated what my minimum score would have to be to get an A.  but the test was tricky because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113468900723521291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113468900723521291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113468900723521291' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113452694363610232</id><published>2005-12-13T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:22:23.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear beloved blog:i'm sorry i forgot your birthday.  but i honestly, didnt forget.  i remembered, just forgot to post.  that is for you.  i hope you enjoy.sincerely,alison.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113452694363610232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113452694363610232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113452694363610232' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113436378033671608</id><published>2005-12-11T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:03:00.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meal plan mayhemmy 150 meal plan blocks has dwindled down to a measley 11.  i'll make it though, i tend to make my own lunches and eat out on the weekend.  my meal plan rationing worked perfectly.  i feel bad for those 200 block people who now have around 40-50 if they ate there on a regular basis.  and of course, the people that hated eating at TDR or the tavern and ended up with a whopping 70, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113436378033671608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113436378033671608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113436378033671608' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113399516264248119</id><published>2005-12-07T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:39:22.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE PSYCHIATRICALLY CHALLENGED Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear? Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Queens Disoriented Are Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets andStores and Office and Town and Cars and Busses and Trucks and trees</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113399516264248119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113399516264248119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113399516264248119' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113381960450482044</id><published>2005-12-05T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:53:24.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures!more snow pictures to come!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113381960450482044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113381960450482044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113381960450482044' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113375422758231831</id><published>2005-12-04T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:43:47.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures!friday night we went to the national gallery of art to ice skate at their outdoor rink.  then we went to the white house to see the national tree and all the little trees of the states and territories.  the texas tree had these little ornaments with snowmen wearing cowboy hats and holding texas flags.  it was quite cute, actually.  then we came back and watched "love actually" because it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113375422758231831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113375422758231831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113375422758231831' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113348845843505157</id><published>2005-12-01T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:54:18.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy shit!  hordes of zombies!!besides that, i have nothing to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113348845843505157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113348845843505157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113348845843505157' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113329820464224624</id><published>2005-11-29T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:03:24.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanksgiving breakpictures!break was fun.  it was nice to get away from campus and defrost a little bit.  however, i think all you college people out there agree with me that it is always a bittersweet homecoming.  it's nice to go home to see friends and sleep in your own bed and such.  but at the same time, it involves leaving friends from college behind and the place you chose to live, not the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113329820464224624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113329820464224624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113329820464224624' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113298274266961386</id><published>2005-11-25T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:55:28.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood:  pensive.things i'm thankful forin no particular order...- local flip flops- pajama pants- my ipod- apple pie a la mode- the beatles- hot fudge brownie sundaes- sundays- life teen- lifeteen peeps- oreos- frozen thin mints- boy scout popcorn- boys- kilby!- mcdowell hall- mcdowell 5 posse +++- the foam pad on my bed- weekend sleepovers- fast internet connection- facebook- my shower caddy- air</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113298274266961386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113298274266961386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113298274266961386' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113271973991421113</id><published>2005-11-22T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:22:19.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a week of firstsfirst jewish grandmotherindeed, it was pretty much like prom minus the drama and people crying/throwing up in the bathroom.  when charlie showed up, ben went all jewish grandmother on him.  i thought leaving my mother behind would mean that i wouldn't get attacked by cameras.  but previously unbeknownst to me, i have  jewish grandmother living across the hall from me.  i walked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113271973991421113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113271973991421113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113271973991421113' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113242501375782554</id><published>2005-11-19T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:30:13.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>picturesthose are from the AU formal last night.  charlie and i decided to go less than 24 hours before the formal.  twas fun.harry potter!i went to see harry potter thursday night (or friday morning), midnight showing at the theatre in chinatown.  it was such a good movie!  it was a lot more adult than the first three and had a lot of innuendos.  the three hours flew past really quickly!  see it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113242501375782554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113242501375782554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113242501375782554' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113202874667802363</id><published>2005-11-14T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:25:46.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alison,The Chief of Staff looked over your resume and is very interested in having you as an intern in our office.  Will you please let us know what your schedule will be as soon as possible?Thanks,Juan Ramón García Office of Congressman Lloyd Doggett (TX - 25th)201 Cannon House Office BuildingWashington, DC  20515-0001 i rock at life!!!!  lloyd doggett is the representative for austin, TX.  he's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113202874667802363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113202874667802363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113202874667802363' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113142337035414194</id><published>2005-11-07T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:16:10.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on reading intensive courses...i'm used to taking and array of courses, always including a few overwhelming math and science courses.  true, i did take most of  my electives last year in liberal arts areas, but there was always the inevitable caculass and chemistry homework to outweigh reading seventy pages in hamlet.i find myself going slightly numb due to the massive amounts of reading i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113142337035414194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113142337035414194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113142337035414194' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113132393656652826</id><published>2005-11-06T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:47:01.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to israelwednesday's lab for my university college politics class was to go to the israeli embassy.  we had to do a background check before too.  when we got there we had to show IDs and go through a metal detector and X-ray all our stuff.  the guy who talked to us was actually an AU grad.  he talked to us for a little under two hours and it was very interesting.  the carpet had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113132393656652826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113132393656652826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113132393656652826' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113087015416689604</id><published>2005-11-01T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:35:54.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>harloween part dospicturescharlie and i went trick or treating but it sucked bc no one was awake.  boo.  so we hung around the mchuges fright fest for a little while and then went back and watched "stigmata" eating hordes of candy.  sickness?!?!this kid sitting next to me in eastern religions was like "i'm sick."  then i asked him why he was in class and he said he had missed the last one bc he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113087015416689604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113087015416689604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113087015416689604' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113080426935450633</id><published>2005-10-31T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:17:49.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i officially now suck at updating this thing.  last week was so busy!!mary kay?!?!tuesday night one of the RA's invited a couple of girls from my floor to an invite party and no one wanted to go so, being the nice person i am, went with my friend rachel.  it was one of the most traumatizing experiences i've ever encountered.  when we put on eyeshadow (which, by the way, was blue) i asked what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113080426935450633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113080426935450633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113080426935450633' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113035628215551330</id><published>2005-10-26T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:51:22.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DC WEATHER PIXIE!!!  ---&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113035628215551330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113035628215551330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113035628215551330' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-113012094389487218</id><published>2005-10-23T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:29:03.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my poor neglected blog!dear reader, i'm sorry i have been absent and/or busy this week and unable to post random comments on my life and my daily happenings.  here was my week in a nutshell:meeting dennis kucinichwednesday's lab was going down to the hill and meeting dennis kucinich, a house representative from ohio.  he was really cool and i agreed with his positions on many topics.  i'd have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113012094389487218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/113012094389487218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113012094389487218' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112938926927579076</id><published>2005-10-15T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:14:29.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>help, i think i sold my soul to the admissions staffi'm still happy to be an AU ambassador but i feel like my entire life has been consumed with ambassadoring.  thursday i had to give a tour, that night i hosted two overnight students, friday i gave two tours, and i have to give a tour again on monday and day host a student too.  sure, yesterday was preview day.  but i was exhausted yesterday.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112938926927579076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112938926927579076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112938926927579076' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112915400101101505</id><published>2005-10-12T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:39:16.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a video to distract you from homework and studyingBuilt in Kabul::edit 1.0::and a blog to distract you furtherHarriet Miers::edit 2.0::and for the harry potter fans out thereHarry Potter and the Half Blood Prince</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112915400101101505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112915400101101505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112915400101101505' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112907318607158492</id><published>2005-10-11T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:32:51.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm a super shopper!!i went shopping today with jessie.  we went to union station to check out the express sale.  it was very disappointing because it was all summer stuff and its definitely not summer anymore.  i got a new pair of jeans, though!!  my great jean quest is finally over!!  rachel met us there because she got done with her first day of interning.  she works at the DNC (democratic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112907318607158492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112907318607158492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112907318607158492' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112899086122414772</id><published>2005-10-10T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:34:21.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fortune's "The 25 People We Envy Most" listlast night i slept over in jessie's room bc rachel is still out of town and i let dohts's friend kasey sleep in my bed.  i went to TDR at like 1 becuase we really weren't hungry until then.i have a new eating plan.  i'm swearing off breakfast food for lunch.  i can only eat breakfast food if its a weekend brunch.  i've recently been eating a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112899086122414772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112899086122414772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112899086122414772' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112888872901658485</id><published>2005-10-09T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T15:12:20.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>september picturesthose are really old, but i added the pictures from the scavenger hunt and girls' day out.  jason mraz pictures!i saw jason mraz last night at georgetown!!  he was awesome.  his openers were carbon leaf and some blind guitarist named raul.  carbon leaf was really good, i highly reccomend going to their website and downloading a few of their songs.  and yes, its free and works </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112888872901658485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112888872901658485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112888872901658485' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112857288128631129</id><published>2005-10-05T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:50:38.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hooligans on a sunday nighti decided to steal an industrial-sized roll of saran wrap from TDR on sunday night.  its huge.  when you drop it, it goes "thunk!"  so we figured we'd put it to good use!fuck yeah!!my tasty dinneri'm still going to hail the awesomeness that is TDR.  my dinner tonight was very exciting.  i had sweet potatoes and candied apples, green beans, homemade russet mashed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112857288128631129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112857288128631129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112857288128631129' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112827161921792944</id><published>2005-10-02T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:46:59.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love TDR!TDR is our cafeteria even though it seems a lot more like a buffet than a cafeteria.  TDR stands for terrace dining room.  its so very tasty.wednesday at lunch they had made-to-order crepes.  on thursday the theme for lunch was that everything was grown within 150 miles of the kitchen by local and organic growers.  thursday night was carnival night with corn dogs, cotton candy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112827161921792944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112827161921792944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112827161921792944' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112810161543342709</id><published>2005-09-30T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:33:35.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm going to see jason mraz next saturday!!!!!!!!the concert's at georgetown and nick invited me to sleep over.  i'm soo psyched because i'm finally seeing a dallas person!!  i dont know if im more excited about seeing jason mraz or seeing nick!  tonight we're going to a nationals vs. phillies game.  tomorrow... DC underground film festival.  woot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112810161543342709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112810161543342709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112810161543342709' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112780148465341509</id><published>2005-09-27T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:11:24.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my giant "thanks man!" momentso today when ben and i were walking back from eastern religions class, we were not 10 feet from a tree when we heard a sound like BB guns.  we turned around and saw a large 15-20 foot long branch of a tree falling so we ran as fast as we could.  we only got hit by a wave of leaves and pollen (i was sneezing forever) but a kid got hit by the tree.  when i went to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112780148465341509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112780148465341509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112780148465341509' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112768256911362385</id><published>2005-09-25T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T16:09:29.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>touch your sack, not iraq!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112768256911362385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112768256911362385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112768256911362385' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112765647147340619</id><published>2005-09-25T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:34:44.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>march on washingtonethan and i went to find breakfast at around 11am but couldnt find the damn diner, so we went to starbucks.  that latte and bagel... the last thing i ate till 9pm.  when we got to the mall, it was packed with people.  on the acutal mall were people from the book festival and people on the streets and around the monuments were the protesters.  i found ben and kenneth and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112765647147340619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112765647147340619'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112753546075007354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112753546075007354' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112752158442788785</id><published>2005-09-23T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:26:24.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Know You Are From Dallas If...1. You know the Cowboys suck now but still refer to them as America's Team2. You dont know a woman over 40 who hasn't had some sort of plastic surgery...this includes your Mom3. Every girl you know has a pair of Seven's and every guy you know has a collection of Polo Shirts and everyone you know has a cowboy hat4. You need a working knowledge of Spanish to order </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112752158442788785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112752158442788785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112752158442788785' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112739634741591234</id><published>2005-09-22T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:39:07.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another damn hurricane...erika posted this on my wall on facebook.  Hurricane Rita can suck it. Category 5? Bring it. Hurricane Partaay at Rice! No classes Thurs. or Fri!!! Although, I might have to swim to get around campus Sat. morning........ oh those silly rice kids.  i hope everyone down there is okay.  i figure that everyone on the texas coast is used to evacuating every few years due to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112739634741591234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112739634741591234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112739634741591234' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112734527515372746</id><published>2005-09-21T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:27:55.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   SAN FRANCISCO! You scored 51% Style, 33% Climate,  and 86% Culture!    You are San Francisco, California. San Francisco, the fourth-largestcity in California, is coextensive with San Francisco County. It islocated in the northern part of the state between the Pacific Ocean andSan Francisco Bay on a narrow arm of land that embraces San FranciscoBay, the largest land-locked harbor in the world. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112734527515372746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112734527515372746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112734527515372746' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112722303255300693</id><published>2005-09-20T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:30:32.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i heard ex-president jimmy carter speak on election reform.  he presented it to the white house and the congress earlier in the day and then made his last stop at american university.  apparently the project was based out of AU and a professor and students helped him with the research.  it was very informative and i fully agree with his ideas on election reform.  watch for it on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112722303255300693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112722303255300693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112722303255300693' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112715134398719709</id><published>2005-09-19T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:38:36.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dare you to google "failure."::edit:: since that only seemed to be working last night at 2am, go to amazon.com and look for the wish list of "George W. Bush."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112715134398719709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112715134398719709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112715134398719709' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112710397837410725</id><published>2005-09-18T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:26:18.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my weekendfriday night i went to a catholic students association (CSA) subway picnic because of... free food.  then i chilled, fell asleep for a bit, and went with a bunch of friends to watch "the incredibles" with the CSA.  then we came back and watched kill bill but i didnt watch much because i was tired, had already seen it, and called matt.saturday i worked out then talked on the phone with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112710397837410725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112710397837410725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112710397837410725' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112698965569136970</id><published>2005-09-17T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T15:40:55.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i made it past the third round of interrotation/interviews.i'm an AU ambassador!!see heather, someone thinks i'm a happy person.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112698965569136970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112698965569136970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112698965569136970' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112665525957505805</id><published>2005-09-13T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:47:39.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you didn't know, the theme of my floor is "pirates vs. ninjas"go to  this site if you want to celebrate international talk like a pirate day on september 19.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112665525957505805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112665525957505805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112665525957505805' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112658668390739717</id><published>2005-09-12T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:44:43.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first announcement:  abigail is a rescue dog from new orleans.  apparently she was given up for adoption with full shots and records surrendered by the previous owner, who we suspect, made it up to reunion arena but then had to surrender her.  apparently shes also a very chunky little dog right now and has all these weird things like how she won't go into the kitchen or up the stairs or even jump</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112658668390739717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112658668390739717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112658668390739717' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112647757584288556</id><published>2005-09-11T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:26:15.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meet the newest member of the goh clan:  abigail "abby" goh.my mom must have major empty-nest syndrome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112647757584288556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112647757584288556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112647757584288556' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112645915040921885</id><published>2005-09-11T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T12:19:10.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i found out last night that out of the four stalls in the boy's bathroom, two of them have signs that say"POOPING ONLY".and they even have a little clip art picture of a pile of poo with little stars coming out of it.  makes sense if you think about it.i went to mass today and read the second reading.  i screwed up the processional, but i blame that on my own stupidity and not paying attention.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112645915040921885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112645915040921885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112645915040921885' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112596446786422638</id><published>2005-09-05T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:54:27.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>poor anabelle.  she was a good dog.  she hadn't eaten for a week and the parents took her to the hospital to get some tests.  when she came back, they found that she had an abnormally small liver, probably a birth defect.  anyway, her liver failed and she had a massive infection.  my mom brought her home and she went to sleep on her little pillow and passed away with my parents holding her.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112596446786422638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112596446786422638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112596446786422638' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112571521430275929</id><published>2005-09-02T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:40:14.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my baby's gone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112571521430275929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112571521430275929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112571521430275929' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112569598965257086</id><published>2005-09-02T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:19:49.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my anabelle is sick.  her liver's failing.  please pray for her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112569598965257086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112569598965257086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112569598965257086' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112532236868829380</id><published>2005-08-29T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:32:48.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was reading a yahoo news story about hurricane katrina this morning before classes started (while drinking my morning coffee, aka. crack, and a bowl of cereal) and i read this quote"The only thing I was worried about was the water. We don't worry about no wind," said Cray Bruce as he stopped for gas in Crowley, Louisiana, 160 miles west of New Orleans.so i've gotten a lot of teasing for being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112532236868829380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112532236868829380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112532236868829380' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112528885715229019</id><published>2005-08-28T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:14:17.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>classes start tomorrow.this is the longest sleepover ever.i went to mass this morning with a bunch of people from my hall.  this totally wigs me out because, being from texas, not everyone's baptist or christian.  then we went to brunch/lunch and sat around the dorm for a while playing spoons, watching the weather channel, and napping.then we went to see capitol steps, which is a politial satire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112528885715229019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112528885715229019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112528885715229019' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112520972729287081</id><published>2005-08-28T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:15:27.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that's my floor-mate brendan (pronounced 'bren-DAN'.  yeah.  no joke.) ready to go clubbing.  anywho, i love my floor bc 18 of us are in politics university college.  then there's three random people from other dorms that we picked up along the way.  we even have a facebook group.i saw "madagascar" again tonight because they showed it on a big projection screen and had free popcorn, cotton candy,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112520972729287081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112520972729287081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112520972729287081' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112486024646091152</id><published>2005-08-23T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:11:36.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>title:  the cone in my ceilingonce upon a time, about a year ago, two roommates decided to steal a cone from housing and dining.  then they thought, "oh no!  where shall we hide this new pet of ours??""well certainly, the obvious!""the ceiling!""and next year, we can knock on the existing roommates' door and ask if we can go and look for our pet cone in the ceiling!"THE END.mcdowell 5... and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112486024646091152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112486024646091152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112486024646091152' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112472843721385864</id><published>2005-08-22T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:33:57.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures of my dorm(since it seems like the cool thing to do)off to be oriented!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112472843721385864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112472843721385864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112472843721385864' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112459852773700197</id><published>2005-08-20T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T23:28:47.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm officially unpacked and moved in.  the finaly step, of course, was to get onto the american network (i accidentally just typed "ursuline").  we did most of the dropping off/moving in yesterday and today we picked up my ID card, did some random shopping at the school store, then went to visit mark at his new apartment.it's really nice and about 20-30 minutes away from american, depending on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112459852773700197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112459852773700197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112459852773700197' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112442280877639048</id><published>2005-08-18T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:40:08.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>30 cracker barrels later (+- 2 because i think we lost count), my mom and i arrived in DC.  we move in tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112442280877639048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112442280877639048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112442280877639048' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112432914261469786</id><published>2005-08-17T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:39:02.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i read this as 'bush is a complete dumbshit'i'm in nashville, tennessee.  we stopped at drury inn and they have free high speed internet (woo hoo!!), free hot breakfast (waffles, eggs, and pancakes!), free popcorn, and free drinks.  this is free-heaven for alison, aka. cheapass.i counted 11 cracker barrels on the way.  ELEVEN.  and we're only half the way there.  my mom wants me to take a shower </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112432914261469786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112432914261469786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112432914261469786' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112424247223039647</id><published>2005-08-16T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:25:12.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last few days' pictures (mainly my birthday dinner and the last lunch with the girls.)that's all folks.goodbye big D.hello district.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112424247223039647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112424247223039647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112424247223039647' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112399771352362776</id><published>2005-08-14T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:35:13.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i choppy-choppy my hair and now its really short. its my 18th birthday!!!  worship me, for i am awesome!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112399771352362776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112399771352362776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112399771352362776' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112386672067934404</id><published>2005-08-12T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:12:00.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man, i suck at this updating thing nowadays.  life's been hectic.  turns out i dont have a thyroid problem but the doctor seems to suspect that i have an irratic thyroid.  whatever.my partay was fun.  pictures!last day of working at kumon... woot.  saw matt off to philmont... sad.  off to lunch with the trusty korean.i turn 18 on sunday.... yayyyy!  last days with my girls... sadd... but double </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112386672067934404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112386672067934404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112386672067934404' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112328871883238723</id><published>2005-08-05T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:52:03.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember those days when we (democrats) swore that we were moving to canada?::edit::matt and i went to see wedding crashers yesterday.  props and many thanks to katie for hooking us up with those free passes.  :)it was pretty good, had a somewhat moving plot (although the romance seems unbelieveable) and was funny.  although when people say things like "it was the funniest movie of the year" and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112328871883238723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112328871883238723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112328871883238723' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112310500457278501</id><published>2005-08-03T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T16:36:44.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my blood test results came in and turns out i have high cholesterol (hdl) and a thyroid deficiency.  my mom talked to the doctor because she thought it might be due to me eating a lot of fast food and quizno's and not her food.  but the doctor said that diet  would only affect my thyroid count minimally and that it wouldnt have made me hypothroid.  i went to sarah smith's mother's funeral today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112310500457278501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112310500457278501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112310500457278501' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112278052502376219</id><published>2005-07-30T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:28:45.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no more toasting for me!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112278052502376219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112278052502376219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112278052502376219' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112269662114390697</id><published>2005-07-29T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:10:21.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NAKED!!!!wednesday i saw 'the island' with matt, sarah, and brennen.  we also went to bennagain's for dinner.  movie was surpringly good.  even though i went into the movie knowing the entire plot of the movie because i had read enough reviews, it was still good and kept me interested until the end.  that is, until we started to make things funny and make jokes.  the fight scenes were awesome and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112269662114390697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112269662114390697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112269662114390697' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112249134279157030</id><published>2005-07-27T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:10:53.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sandra day o'connor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112249134279157030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112249134279157030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112249134279157030' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112234800894769419</id><published>2005-07-25T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:20:08.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 Things I Learned From Working at Quizno's SubBy Dan Palka    1. Scary looking men with strong eastern European accents will always order the largest size sandwich with everything on it, no matter how thin they may be. Don't even bother asking "What size?" or "With everything?"    2. Middle aged white women with low self-esteem are afraid of lettuce and oregano.    3. High school bimbos are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112234800894769419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112234800894769419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112234800894769419' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112230895290872191</id><published>2005-07-25T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:29:12.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how do you make a kleenex dance?  you put a little boogie in it.hell in illinoisfunny part about that article is that it points to a "heatwave a decade ago" and i actually remember that one.  it was hot and a lot of old people died.  i just remember eating ice cream a lot and being hot, though.this is my last week working at quizno's.  it'd odd to become a paying customer of toasted sandwiches </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112230895290872191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112230895290872191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112230895290872191' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112183149152389840</id><published>2005-07-19T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:51:31.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>like the ipod?  hate the ipod??i got that link from mr.finkel, my old piano teacher.  humor aside...my chem 1 teacher, mr.resetar (fondly referred to as "mr.res") died monday.  i found out tonight from cara and thought i should keep passing the information.  here's the link to the obituarythinking about going to the memorial.  this is an odd feeling.  the memories of that class are flooding back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112183149152389840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112183149152389840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112183149152389840' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112041501662044363</id><published>2005-07-16T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:32:30.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIRSTS.First best friend: catherine hamilton and kerry morrison (sp??)First date: with matt?  november 6.First real kiss:  november 19First screen name: aligirl331First funeral: haven't been to one yetFirst pets: flinny the turtle (singapore, we had to release him in the pond when we left), champion (my brother's 3-legged hamster in chicago), toofy (my hammie), and albertFirst piercing/tattoo: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112041501662044363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112041501662044363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112041501662044363' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112140321638749296</id><published>2005-07-14T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:25:06.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>summer madnessputt putt and go karts were fun.  heather, sarah, lizz, brennen, eric, and i went to that "adventure landing" place (still 'putt putt' to me, though) and had baskets of fun.i was really asian and printed out some coupons i had found online and we did a buy one game of go karts/putt-putt, get one free thing.  i'm not so sure that those coupons were supposed to cover two people though</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112140321638749296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112140321638749296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112140321638749296' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112114222829218879</id><published>2005-07-11T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:28:17.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've gone over a week without posting.  damn.anyway, california was fun.  more adventures happened at suburban hedge road.  we all got pedicures (and the spa kind too... woo!) and i picked a light pink color.  so then may wanted it too and i said "oh, it'll go well with my brown" and apparently she took that as "it won't go good on your pale" so she started pouting and oli and i laughed at her.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112114222829218879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112114222829218879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112114222829218879' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112019977435498399</id><published>2005-07-01T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:36:14.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that's may and oli's algae eater that, when initially bought, was the size of common algae eaters, averaging 1.5 inches long.  this extremely large algae eater is about 6 inches long and gets fed algae wafers because there is not enough algae to sustain itself in the tank.  and yes, it's name is mofo.  because its so damn big.we fully moved in today.  as in, all the boxes were on a truck by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112019977435498399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112019977435498399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112019977435498399' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-112010209665026595</id><published>2005-06-29T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:28:16.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sarah's steubie picturesheather's birthday party pictures (sarah's)heather's birthday party pictures (katie's)katie's a little shit and hasnt put her steubie pictures up yet.  i'm in california now.yesterday i cleaned my room and all the other closets i occupy and put all the stuff that might be sold at this weekend's garage sale in the other room.  then i went to get matt and then we hung out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112010209665026595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/112010209665026595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112010209665026595' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111993398175832722</id><published>2005-06-27T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:46:21.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>steubie picturesmexico picturesi'm tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111993398175832722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111993398175832722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111993398175832722' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111958966931600996</id><published>2005-06-24T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:07:49.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>work work work.matt matt matt.heather's surprise party.work work work work work.yeah, that about sums up my week.  steubenville's this weekend.  i'm off tomorrow and i'll be back sunday night.  pray for me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111958966931600996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111958966931600996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111958966931600996' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111932659821444119</id><published>2005-06-20T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:03:18.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back.  mexico consisted of sitting by the pool, canopy zip line tour, eating lots of mexican food, buying lots of shit, watching the national geographic channel, and chilling with my family.  overall, it was fun.  i have a henna tattoo and i'm pretty brown.  lalala.  steubie's this weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111932659821444119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111932659821444119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111932659821444119' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111853541036983850</id><published>2005-06-11T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:38:21.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the GOP killed elmoa little reading before i leave.  no more posting in the next seven days.  tralalala.  i'm going to be very brown and toasty.::edit::that's what we saw yesterday in the starbucks parking lot across from jesuit.  probably some hooligan jesuit boys.::edit 2.0::also, maria schreiver seems to have written that damn book just in time for graduation.  all the girls i've asked about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111853541036983850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111853541036983850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111853541036983850' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111852558854458646</id><published>2005-06-11T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T16:33:08.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to see madagascar with heather, katie, and brennen last night.  it was a very funny movie.  despite the seeming similarity of all the dreamworks movies, each is different in its own way.  madagascar was excellent, and it is definitely going to be quoted and idolized.  i already want to be a penguin.  i give it a 5 out of 5 stars!then i worked today and the crazy viet man at the nail place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111852558854458646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111852558854458646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111852558854458646' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111828990882643850</id><published>2005-06-08T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:05:08.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yep, thats my brother.  i went to the galleria with katie and met up with heather and april there too.  fun fun.  i found out that if i qualify for AP government credit, its worthless.  yay.then i went to work and talked to matt who was pretty much dead after 8 hours of extreme physical exertion.  they tried to wake their roommate up because some squad leader wanted him.  apparently, he was in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111828990882643850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111828990882643850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111828990882643850' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111819442006200179</id><published>2005-06-07T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:33:40.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right now, this guy is my hero.i worked more today.  and yesterday.  and well, tomorrow and the next few days too.  katie got back today.  i might end my life as a social recluse.  i got hit on by the cafe express guy today.  woohoo.  the DECATS GA's came in to quiznos.  they're at all saints.  styles, adrienne, and lindsey also came in.  well, styles came in and then later adrienne and lindsey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111819442006200179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111819442006200179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111819442006200179' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111802797704274047</id><published>2005-06-05T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:19:37.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new pictures!i've been too lazy to upload those mere 10 pictures from my camera for a while now.  i logged my 26th hour at quizno's today.  then i went to church and off to spectate at softball.  twas fun.  i miss my peeps.  i'm thirsty and i want cheese fries.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111802797704274047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111802797704274047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111802797704274047' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111794225767079072</id><published>2005-06-04T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:30:57.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i worked all day at quizno's only to come home to find out that co-worker from kumon who works in the summers with me committed suicide while at stanford.  i just keep asking God 'why?'.he worked at kumon for God-knows-how-long with me and also went to the DSM.  he was an excellent jazz musician, genius from cistercean, and funny guy.  please pray for him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111794225767079072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111794225767079072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111794225767079072' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111785729405181180</id><published>2005-06-03T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:54:54.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>store wars!i've led a pretty mundane life.  kumon re-hired me.  they called me yesterday and asked me if i wanted to work, so i obliged.  woot.  i'm working like woah at quizno's though...i went to see kate's senior voice recital tonight.  it was very good.  saw the girls and a lot of admin and sisters.  turns out sister margaret ann knows where i'm going next year.  cool.  the bouge's still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111785729405181180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111785729405181180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111785729405181180' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111756707916122705</id><published>2005-05-31T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:32:29.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you like ben and jerry's a little too much?fridaythe last graduation rehearsal... ahh.  then i went to get my nails done and pick may and oli from the airport.  then i went to katie's party with matt and may in tow.  since it was a hawaiian-themed party, i figured i'd wear a grass skirt and a pink hibiscus-printed halter.  may left early and much fun was had by all.  hahaha.  saturdaywe woke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111756707916122705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111756707916122705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111756707916122705' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111751731710121568</id><published>2005-05-31T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:28:37.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>graduation picturesi'm kind of tired right now.  i'll post more later.  to entertain you for now, 156 pictures!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111751731710121568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111751731710121568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111751731710121568' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111708551173707813</id><published>2005-05-26T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:31:51.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah that about sums up graduation practice...lets see... this weekend, i worked, worked some more, went out to patrizio's with matt, sat outside without getting eaten alive by bugs, and went to heather's graduation party.  monday i went to lunch with patrick, scott, heather, and matt.  i got my grad present from scott which is an uber cute purse, which helps bc i needed a new one and was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111708551173707813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111708551173707813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111708551173707813' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111656209619280533</id><published>2005-05-19T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:08:16.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Star Wars Name and TitleYour Star Wars Name: Aligo KosinYour Star Wars Title: Hogcho of TtamYour Star Wars Name and Titlestar wars was awesome.  i'm really not in a typing mood right now, but i'll share a couple of funny stories about the show.  help, im being followed by a real-live wookiestrangely enough, hoag looks like a wookie.  standing at a mere 6'4", he is about a foot below acutal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111656209619280533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111656209619280533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111656209619280533' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111636403814833334</id><published>2005-05-17T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:10:23.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that is probably the worst picture of me ever.  props to katie.  or rather, props to my own misuse of katie's camera.speaking of misusing katie's camera...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111636403814833334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111636403814833334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111636403814833334' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111630654086503896</id><published>2005-05-17T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:09:00.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.Your ideal relationship is lasting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111630654086503896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111630654086503896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111630654086503896' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111629272798378555</id><published>2005-05-16T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:16:02.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>llama songquotable quotes from today and other suchtoday i woke up at about 10:30 because lizz called me and asked me what lattice energy was.  fortunately for the both of us, it wasn't on the final.  katie called me later and then told me about some guy's english project that filmed him buck naked the entire time, with the exception of some strategically placed potted plants and stuff like that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111629272798378555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111629272798378555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111629272798378555' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111595726880913178</id><published>2005-05-12T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:07:48.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>annoying asianswatch that video.  it made my day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111595726880913178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111595726880913178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111595726880913178' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005398.post-111586033380490457</id><published>2005-05-11T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:12:13.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>slip n' slide day pictureswhy would 100 seniors come to school at 7:30 am?  for free breakfast of course.  the AP exam went pretty good.  except for that one essay where we had no idea what it was talking about.  that was probably the most lax AP exam ever in the history of college board.  kate and gam were playing MASH next to me, i was shredding my skirt, anna was sleeping, and i'm sure there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111586033380490457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005398/posts/default/111586033380490457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superwoman814.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111586033380490457' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982363798336576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v612/gohingnowhere/random/profile2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
