<?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-5766624</id><updated>2011-12-29T14:52:15.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts, ponderings, and mind wanderings</title><subtitle type='html'>You're only given a little spark of madness. You musn't lose it -- Robin Williams</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-110603382577700631</id><published>2005-01-17T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:37:05.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been away</title><summary type='text'>From here and from the country.  I was visiting my parents.  It was great spending time with them, and seeing where and how they live.  It was also great to take a break from my life such as it is, what with looking for a job, any job that pays enough and won't make me dread going into work daily (too lofty of a goal?) while I look for my ideal job in my field.   I hadn't wanted to go for such a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/110603382577700631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/110603382577700631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-been-away.html' title='I&apos;ve been away'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-109816966080432593</id><published>2004-10-18T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T00:07:40.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><summary type='text'>It seems like this blog is turning into a monthly thing, but really, that wasn't my intention. And I don't mean to irritate my readers like I get irritated when my favourite bloggers haven't written. And I don't mean for people to take me off their lists of blogs. But, there we go. Life and or shit happens and I can't always write, or I sometimes don't want to.The main reason I haven't written </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/109816966080432593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/109816966080432593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-109486429711296811</id><published>2004-09-10T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:58:17.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm not a one-trick pony"</title><summary type='text'>That Nelly Furtado, she rocks. And that song goes out to TexasTbone! I've been wanting to write, but alas, my life has been pretty boring. But,  here I am again. Actually, the post titled "Clueless" was written at the end of August, and I thought I'd want to write more, so I saved it as a draft, but I just read it over, and found it pretty much said everything. I just changed the date to today, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/109486429711296811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/109486429711296811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-not-one-trick-pony.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m not a one-trick pony&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-109333438339503587</id><published>2004-09-10T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:13:01.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><summary type='text'>You know, in my last post, I mentioned that I was lost. What started me finding my way was receiving signs. I read about Krissa and Stuart and knowing he was the One, and I read similar things in other blogs like wish jar journal and smitten , and in books, and saw it on tv, and in movies. They were all coming at me at once. And it all rang true. Real people were finding the ones they fit with. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/109333438339503587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/109333438339503587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/09/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-109333368902163051</id><published>2004-08-23T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T00:48:09.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis-engaged</title><summary type='text'>Hello!Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone who has commented since I've been 'away' from my blog. You guys make me feel loved! :)Secondly, I wanted to say, I am back, I'm not leaving the blogging world.Thirdly, I wanted to let you know why I've been away. I was stressed out, and overwhelmed, and scared, and even though I meant to come on and ask you guys for feedback about my problem, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/109333368902163051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/109333368902163051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/dis-engaged.html' title='Dis-engaged'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-10879422058860878</id><published>2004-06-22T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:10:05.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here, really!</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone!I'm sorry I've been incognito for so long (a month, holy hell!).  First, it was my parents flying to Montreal to help me pack and watch me graduate, and then it was packing up the computer, and then it was actually moving back to Vancouver, and then it was moving in with M. and then it was getting settled, which is still in progress and the boxes are still piled up in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/10879422058860878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/10879422058860878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-here-really.html' title='I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; here, really!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-108494254731933563</id><published>2004-05-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T21:55:47.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture</title><summary type='text'>So, I've been meaning to write about two events I went to recently.  One was an exhibition at the Museum of Fine Arts(Musée des Beaux-Arts) here in Montreal.  It was on a French artist named Jean Cocteau. He was a contemporary of Pablo Picasso and Modigliani.  He was a painter, a sculpter, he made drawings, he made films, and ballets and wrote plays, put out a political magazine and did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108494254731933563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108494254731933563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/05/culture.html' title='Culture'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-108439280118498352</id><published>2004-05-12T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T13:13:21.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's my response that I meant to write after the argument M. and I had:(you'll have to refresh yourselves on the other post)Awwwwww!  Thank you guys so much!!  I send you grateful hugs! I totally agree with you guys, as does M.  We have talked about our communication problems before. And we did have quite the long talk last night.  And I was thinking like you, Lainey, at first, that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108439280118498352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108439280118498352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/05/heres-my-response-that-i-meant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-108338377906758685</id><published>2004-04-30T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T20:59:26.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we interrupt this program...</title><summary type='text'>Hey guys!  I do have most of a response typed to your lovely comments (thanks so much, Lainey, Bluepoppy, and Katie!) but I was madly packing these past couple of days and I'm moving in to a new place tomorrow for my last month and a week here.  The guy who leases the place never watched tv, and he uses DSL, so now I have to wait for them to put his address in their system, which takes 48 hours, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108338377906758685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108338377906758685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/04/we-interrupt-this-program.html' title='we interrupt this program...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-108309950238828584</id><published>2004-04-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T14:01:26.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, it's the same old shit.  We fight.  We talk, work things out.  It's all good, till the next fight, where something (slightly or completely) different sets off the same issue again.  It gets to be too much. I'm always 'overreacting' or I can't take a 'joke'.  He turns it around so he's the victim.  To paraphrase:  'I can't say anything to you, because I don't know what will make you upset'.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108309950238828584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108309950238828584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/04/ah-its-same-old-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-108305630418139209</id><published>2004-04-27T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T02:05:01.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why can't I just walk away?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108305630418139209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108305630418139209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/04/why-cant-i-just-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-108155654769620570</id><published>2004-04-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T17:25:14.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamin'...</title><summary type='text'>So I had this dream the other night.  It was so cool!  I was wandering through this house, waiting for the owners to come back or something like that.  And I came upon this video game system setup, and so I decided to play while I waited.  It seems the game was about hunting these errant dinosaurs.  And the first view of the game was like you would see on those computer tv shows where they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108155654769620570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108155654769620570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/04/dreamin.html' title='dreamin&apos;...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-108106236397918330</id><published>2004-04-03T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:08:44.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another apology</title><summary type='text'>It's been a hectic and stressful past couple of weeks, and it's pretty much the calm before the storm (finals) right now .  I will come back soon to write a real post, have got a couple more things due next week, but am finishing those up this weekend.Please bear with me!  And come back!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108106236397918330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/108106236397918330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/04/another-apology.html' title='Another apology'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107959028127814714</id><published>2004-03-17T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:13:44.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for my absence, folks</title><summary type='text'>I have been bogged down with projects and they are still coming, along with a 2nd midterm for a class next week (thankfully, that class doesn't have a final).I do have some time tonight.  I want to thank everyone who has written in with their swear words!! I'm going to write them all down in my little notebook that I take with me everywhere, and practice! Keep them coming in!I wanted to share</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107959028127814714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107959028127814714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/03/sorry-for-my-absence-folks.html' title='Sorry for my absence, folks'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107881201748086528</id><published>2004-03-08T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T22:02:32.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, you know what I want to learn?  Swear words in other languages.  Stuff I can say outloud and people won't know what I'm saying.  And depending on how I say it, they won't figure out what I must be saying.  I know that "va fangulo" (sp?) is go f**k yourself or f**k off, in Italian, and here in Quebec, they say "tabernac", which is supposed to be the equivalent of f**k.  And of course there's "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107881201748086528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107881201748086528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-you-know-what-i-want-to-learn-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107837824271464292</id><published>2004-03-03T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:32:52.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><summary type='text'>www.welfaregeeks.comThis site is for the geeks out there who hate paying retail and regular people who want a good deal.This is M.'s site!  It's great! Go there right now.  I'm sure if you don't need computers or parts, or xbox things, or a surround sound system, I know you know someone who does!  Great prices! He ships to the States.I would write more, but I have an exam that I haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107837824271464292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107837824271464292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/03/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107803377919657737</id><published>2004-02-28T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T21:52:52.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>I just want to thank Lainey and Cindy for responding to my last couple of posts.  I really appreciate it, guys.  I needed feedback and you came through:)M and I took a couple days off from each other(the day after the fight, he messages me with an affectionate message, as if nothing big was wrong and while I responded, I was rather terse. Not rude, just not my normal ebullient (can you believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107803377919657737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107803377919657737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107773885396733233</id><published>2004-02-25T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:40:31.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence ignored, part two</title><summary type='text'>So I thought about this some more last night, and really it's not that he didn't agree with me, or change his mind.  It's how he dismissed my thoughts.  I mean, he wasn't cruel or rude about it.  He explained that he wants the site to be a fun and funny one, and that people will know what the site is about because he's advertising on this other site (which I should probably post a link to?).  He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107773885396733233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107773885396733233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/02/intelligence-ignored-part-two.html' title='Intelligence ignored, part two'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107769718013372029</id><published>2004-02-25T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:57:00.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence ignored</title><summary type='text'>I know I need to write about this, but I have been thinking about this all afternoon and evening, trying to figure out how to word it.  Where to start from.  Perhaps just from this afternoon, when the incident started.  But should I mention what I said yesterday?  Or, should I tell you where I'm coming from with all of this?Ok. So M. and I got into an argument, I suppose you could call it (on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107769718013372029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107769718013372029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/02/intelligence-ignored.html' title='Intelligence ignored'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107725587720119557</id><published>2004-02-19T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:46:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, here are the answers to Jules' lovely questions...You are so incredible that people are clamoring to write your biography. I have been begging and pleading to be the one to write it and you have finally decided to let me do so. However, you want me to agree to use a title you've already chosen. It's important to you. You are convinced that it sums up your life quite nicely and will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107725587720119557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107725587720119557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/02/alright-here-are-answers-to-jules.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107717429204821908</id><published>2004-02-18T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:06:47.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like it?</title><summary type='text'>I changed the look a bit, in case you haven't noticed, lol.  It's limited and basic, because I only know html, and only basically, and there are other things in this blogger template that I am unsure about.  Let me know what you think about the colours. Either my (new, used) monitor is giving me trouble or my video card, so my colours aren't quite right.I also promise to write a real post soon!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107717429204821908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107717429204821908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/02/like-it.html' title='like it?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107665428585638881</id><published>2004-02-12T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:39:55.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No title again.  Just too much to think of one, lol.  Anyway, so I'm sure you guys remember the blog interview thingy that went around a while ago, yes?  Well, Jules offered to interview just recently, I said yes and holy hell.  There was a reason I wasn't offering to be interviewed.  A lot of the questions people were asking were deep and amazing and the answers that people were giving were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107665428585638881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107665428585638881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/02/no-title-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107639357191825190</id><published>2004-02-09T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T22:14:38.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, my birthday has come and gone, and I am 28.  28.  I haven't really thought about it since it happened.  I celebrated the Saturday before, and then I was with my man the day of, and we celebrated after my class.  But though I was telling people, only a couple of times did it hit me that I was 28 and I didn't dwell on it long.  I'm not normally one to seriously plan my life 5 years ahead or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107639357191825190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107639357191825190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-my-birthday-has-come-and-gone-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107605629658106236</id><published>2004-02-06T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:33:19.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>did ya miss me?</title><summary type='text'>So I finally get off SAJ's part-time agent list and then what do I go and do?  I don't write for 2 weeks straight!   I apologize to those who have been frustrated when checking to see if any brilliant pearls of wisdom have dropped from my brain to my fingers and on to this here blog.  I am happy to be back, though:)I have had a lovely 2 weeks with my fiancé.  My fiancé, hehe.  Heehee!  Ahem, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107605629658106236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107605629658106236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/02/did-ya-miss-me.html' title='did ya miss me?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107479898249005403</id><published>2004-01-22T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:17:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>playful snowflakes</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm sitting here, reading blogs, and I look outside to see big snowflakes speeding from the right side of my window to the left, and they were rushing off somewhere in a horizontal mass.  Then I look again and the snow is going up.  That's right - up.  Then there were so many smaller flakes joining in the evacuation that it got all foggy, and then the sky started lightening up, and the flakes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107479898249005403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107479898249005403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/playful-snowflakes.html' title='playful snowflakes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107475097439859349</id><published>2004-01-21T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:57:41.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><summary type='text'>I finally updated my blog list!   Don't worry if your blog used to be up there and now you don't see it.  You have to give me time to get my other list on there.  I just don't get to read as many blogs as I'd like, so the ones listed are my daily reads.A stressful presentation is over!  The work for it was more stressful than the actual presentation.  And I'm royally pissed off because we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107475097439859349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107475097439859349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107458919813485828</id><published>2004-01-20T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T01:01:23.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental sap</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what it is today.  A Ronald McDonald House ad made me tear up.   I do have things that I am sad about.  My parents moving away, far, far away, really, really soon.  And  M. is supposed to come here for our 2 yr anniversary and my birthday and just to spend 2 weeks with me, but he may not be able to come even though the ticket was cheap and is already paid for because he is a bit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107458919813485828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107458919813485828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/sentimental-sap.html' title='Sentimental sap'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107432167639627508</id><published>2004-01-16T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T22:42:38.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lost day</title><summary type='text'>I hate days like this.  The power went off yesterday(Thursday) afternoon and didn't come on until 4am Friday morning.  So that was fun -- no water, no heat, and no light.  So, while I did a little studying, by candlelight, I didn't go out, cause who wants to trek up and down 19 flights of stairs? Certainly not me!  And so today(Friday), I had plans. I was going to go get some essentials from the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107432167639627508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107432167639627508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/lost-day.html' title='a lost day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107415350028799762</id><published>2004-01-14T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T23:59:40.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>commenting update</title><summary type='text'>Alright, just added a new commenting system, folks.   Let's make use of it shall we? ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107415350028799762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107415350028799762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/commenting-update.html' title='commenting update'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107415115285407641</id><published>2004-01-14T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T23:20:33.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story continued...</title><summary type='text'>I was angry when I wrote the last post, as I'm sure you could tell.  The feelings in the story are true, I just wouldn't have used so many swear words.  They imply more intensity than I actually feel.Anyway, the breakfast went fine, we dropped his son(T.) off, and then drove back to my man's(M.) place.  And then...he proposed!  Due to something he'd said earlier in the week, I'd been expecting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107415115285407641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107415115285407641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/story-continued.html' title='Story continued...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107403050109108038</id><published>2004-01-13T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T13:49:40.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well fuck, people!  The lovely fellow at blogspeak is having problems with his server acct and hence my comments are gone.   And you know, I just erased all the emails of people's comments from my acct.  How timely.  They haven't disappeared tho' as he did a back up, but to get them back I will have to wait till the situation is resolved.Please please email me any comments you have.  I will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107403050109108038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107403050109108038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-fuck-people-lovely-fellow-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107397548992130872</id><published>2004-01-12T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T22:32:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no idea how to title this entry.  I'm feeling better now.   It seems like the head cold only wanted to stay around for one day. I felt much better yesterday, and today am better still and haven't had to take any of the medicine I bought  I have congestion and a slight cough but the major thing that is bugging me is that I have a nose that is peeling.  How lovely.So, I'm engaged.  One </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107397548992130872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107397548992130872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-have-no-idea-how-to-title-this-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107371378878171084</id><published>2004-01-09T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T21:51:04.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'b sick</title><summary type='text'>The sore throat/cough has turned into the usual head cold and when did this happen?  After I got home from scouring the pharmacy close by for medicine that fit my symptoms.  There were too many things I could get that didn't quite fit my symptoms, so I ended up just getting a pack of Halls which is so not going to help me now.  I do have to be quite thankful that I do not have the flu.  I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107371378878171084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107371378878171084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/ib-sick.html' title='i&apos;b sick'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107363114313559486</id><published>2004-01-08T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T23:03:37.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sound like oh what's that actresses name...with the throaty voice?</title><summary type='text'>I can so picture her face, but for the life of me not her name...I think she's on the West Wing, a show I don't watch.  Anyway, she has a throaty voice, and I sound like her.  Channing?  Something (Stockard Channing, I looked it up.  Couldn't help it.).  Anyway, or I sound like Kathleen Turner.  Whatever happened to her anyway?So, guess what?!!  I passed finance!!!! Yay me yay me yay me!!  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107363114313559486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107363114313559486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-sound-like-oh-whats-that-actresses.html' title='I sound like oh what&apos;s that actresses name...with the throaty voice?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107354416096564050</id><published>2004-01-07T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T22:50:10.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I figured out something...</title><summary type='text'>I know why I don't post as often as I want to.   I mean, I always have things to say, but I leave it too late and of course, I can't miss my shows!  And I have a ridiculous sleep schedule, and though I stay up late, I normally just to tired to sit and write out all I want to write out.  Sigh...pathetic.I want to write so much!  I have news to share, but I want to write it all down at once and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107354416096564050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107354416096564050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-figured-out-something.html' title='I figured out something...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107345796450858459</id><published>2004-01-06T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T22:47:16.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you ppl do it?</title><summary type='text'>Ok, it's 1.40am, I planned to be in bed 1o min. ago, and I haven't finished everything and now I have no time to write my real entry.Other bloggers must be more disciplined than me, because a lot of the ones I read write daily and some even more than once daily.How do you all do it?  I mean, I know, I am just starting to try to catch up on my sleep and be on top of things all while I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107345796450858459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107345796450858459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/how-do-you-ppl-do-it.html' title='how do you ppl do it?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107343231608513560</id><published>2004-01-06T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T15:39:48.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2004, how are you, I am fine, but I could be better.</title><summary type='text'>Hello all!  I hope you had lovely holidays!  I don't think I have time to write all I want to say and I still haven't figured out what I am going to share here, but I just wanted to reiterate that I am going to write regularly this year.  I mean it.  I will be more disciplined and make the time. I want to get off SAJ's list of part-time agents!I don't have too much time to write at the moment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107343231608513560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107343231608513560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/hello-2004-how-are-you-i-am-fine-but-i.html' title='hello 2004, how are you, I am fine, but I could be better.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107148297994686439</id><published>2003-12-15T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:46:44.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Argh people, my mind is going nuts!  I couldn't remember my password to get in here.  My new password.  That's right.  I forgot my original one just recently and had to get a new one.  I remembered a bit of my new one, but not all of it.   But strangely (and completely uselessly), I remembered my original one!  Finally, it came to me, so I'm back.  But not regularly yet  I'm still in the midst of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107148297994686439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107148297994686439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-107009145824006464</id><published>2003-11-28T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T23:38:12.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely!</title><summary type='text'>Awwww!  You people are great!  Thanks to all who let me know that they read my every word and wait with baited breath for each posting!  Alright, I exaggerate, just a leetle, but zat ees ok...ees MY blog and I can do what I like wees it!So, what has happened since I last wrote...let's see...oh I have to tell you about...hmm, I was about to mention a specific teacher, but what if, for some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107009145824006464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/107009145824006464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/11/lovely.html' title='Lovely!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106974554837099780</id><published>2003-11-24T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T23:32:58.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Hell</title><summary type='text'>I have not written for almost a month!   Wow, I didn't think it was that long, but sadly not very much has been happening to me.   Just been the usual boring school and studying and doing assignments.   My man did come visit tho!!  He just left last week.  *Sniff sniff*.  That was interesting, but I'll bet you can figure out why I wasn't spending a chunk of time posting to my blog.   I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106974554837099780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106974554837099780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/11/holy-hell.html' title='Holy Hell'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106774428649152040</id><published>2003-11-01T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T19:38:04.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How sad, I seem to have lost the readers I had in the beginning.   It is such a depressing thing to check out your blog for comments and find none.  Especially after a post you think is pretty good.So, I have no idea if this was a good idea or not, but I have signed up for nanowrimo.  I have time management problems, and sleep management problems, and enough school work and other things to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106774428649152040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106774428649152040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/11/how-sad-i-seem-to-have-lost-readers-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106704087995509649</id><published>2003-10-24T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T17:14:39.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><summary type='text'>You know, part of the reason I started this blog was to get the thoughts I have out of my head.  I'm a big thinker, and sometimes, I get a topic in my head and just run with it, and I come up with some good stuff, if I do say so myself.  But, invariably I never write this stuff down and then poof it's gone when I do think about putting it to paper.   It's like I was in the zone and then I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106704087995509649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106704087995509649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/10/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106660379700260432</id><published>2003-10-19T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T15:49:56.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back, I hope</title><summary type='text'>Well, I got back online on Thursday, and then I lost the internet yesterday. Again.  But then, I reinitialized my modem, at 1.45am, I just thought of trying it, not expecting it to work, and boom! Cable light came on steady! Whoohoo!   So, cable people are still coming Monday morning though, because I'm not the only person in the buidling with the problem, and the bldg manager was telling me the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106660379700260432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106660379700260432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/10/back-i-hope.html' title='Back, I hope'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106625498511219839</id><published>2003-10-15T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T14:56:24.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offline</title><summary type='text'>Argh! I must apologize to my faithful reader, but my internet connection at home has gone down again!  I swear, every month and half there's a problem, and last time the technician came was only 3 weeks ago!  There's the idea that someone in my building is stealing cable off of my line.  Have they done anything about it?! No, even though this was brought up by the tech last time.  Normally it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106625498511219839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106625498511219839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/10/offline.html' title='Offline'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106602566961046693</id><published>2003-10-12T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T23:14:29.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelion Wine...</title><summary type='text'>So, I had a weird dream the other night...I was on a lovely ship, and my family was there and we were sailing on a beautiful summer's night, and I went out to go stand on the upper deck so I could look out onto everything.  And then we reach our destination, and we come up on land, still in the ship, and we pass by these people watching mini-fireworks, that were soundless, and other things, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106602566961046693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106602566961046693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/10/dandelion-wine.html' title='Dandelion Wine...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106577007002640356</id><published>2003-10-10T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T00:14:29.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, folks, I'm having a wee crisis here.   It's kind of why I haven't been writing.  Besides the fact that I've been a bit swamped with school work, my posts  would be about the same shit, and it would get boring for ya.I feel like writing about my crisis...in fact maybe they are crises  but I would be doing it because I would want advice/help.  And part of my crisis thing is really realizing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106577007002640356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106577007002640356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-folks-im-having-wee-crisis-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106530186367598825</id><published>2003-10-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T14:11:03.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you think I was talking about?</title><summary type='text'>Bloody hell!!  On a Saturday?!  I was wrong.  Holes aren't ready to be plastered up.   The electricians came to my apartment again!  It said on the signs posted about schedules that they'd be visiting another apartment on my floor.  Not mine.  But no...I get the dreaded knock on my door at 9 something.  They tell me they are going to come back at 10 to work on the kitchen wires.See, let me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106530186367598825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106530186367598825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/10/what-did-you-think-i-was-talking-about.html' title='What did you think I was talking about?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106521361079910725</id><published>2003-10-03T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T13:40:10.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, there's been a lot of men coming in and out of my apartment lately.  Almost daily really.Lots of banging.Some in the bedroom, some in the living room, and recently, solely in the kitchen.Lots of calling out. Laughing. Singing, even.If my man was here, I think he'd like to watch.I'm getting so tired though.  They come so early, sometimes one, other times two or three at a time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106521361079910725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106521361079910725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-theres-been-lot-of-men-coming-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106469475175705882</id><published>2003-09-27T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T22:19:56.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><summary type='text'>Don't you hate it when life seems too hard?  During these times I wonder why I'm bothering to further my education, at least at a university.  I mean, couldn't I have done similar courses at, I don't know, some community college back home for information and not credit.  Why have I put myself back in an atmosphere of stress and competition and frustration and late nights?  And  far from home on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106469475175705882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106469475175705882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106447105784562856</id><published>2003-09-24T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T23:24:17.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil kitties</title><summary type='text'>Alright..here I am.  It's 1.30am, I should be in bed, since I have to get up earlier than I normally do tomorrow, but see what I do for you guys?  Let's get started...So I had a dream the other night.  It's a recurrent theme.  You see, I want a kitten.  But the person I'm subletting this furnished apartment from is violently allergic to cats.  So, that takes care of that (when I get back home, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106447105784562856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106447105784562856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/evil-kitties.html' title='Evil kitties'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106443141356572271</id><published>2003-09-24T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T12:23:33.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really! No, really!</title><summary type='text'>K, I have a lot to write about, but I feel in all good conscience that I should study before my class.  Especially as my prof picks on people to answer questions...but please know that I have been remembering stuff to write on here...I want to tell you about a dream theme, and address the A.J. thing again, and tell you about what happened in class yesterday, and in the elevator(oooh, doesn't that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106443141356572271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106443141356572271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/really-no-really.html' title='Really! No, really!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106410147183961468</id><published>2003-09-20T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T16:44:31.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I lit some incense, and I think I burned some nostril hairs, because I was bending over the things as I lit the match</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106410147183961468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106410147183961468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-lit-some-incense-and-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106395246844850607</id><published>2003-09-18T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T14:05:47.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello all!  I've just been through half of my blog list, and I have to say, it just ain't the same without my T-bone  fix!   Hope your blog is back up soon!   Thanks for your comment, btw, you are very sweet :)Ok, so I finally watched the 2nd Tomb Raider movie.  My friend and I were the only ones in the theatre.  Really, that's the second time now that it's happened with this friend.  The first</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106395246844850607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106395246844850607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/hello-all-ive-just-been-through-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106378353953616619</id><published>2003-09-17T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T00:30:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I haven't written for a bit.  And the commenting system is changing servers, so I can only hope that that's the only reason I got 3 comments on my last posting, and that's the reason why no one asked me any questions about myself.  Not that I flatter myself that I would have 10 comments or something and I am grateful for the er...2 comments I got.  I just remembered the 3rd comment was me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106378353953616619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106378353953616619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/so-i-havent-written-for-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106352687666687154</id><published>2003-09-14T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T01:07:56.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><summary type='text'>I think it's about time I told you a bit about myself.  I've kinda done things in the wrong order, haven't I?  Oh well...whatever.  So...I'm a girl...born of two great parents who are still in love after 31 years of marriage together...I'm a fraternal twin...I'm 15 minutes younger than my brother, but oh so many years older mentally;)...I have an undergraduate degree, major Biology, minor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106352687666687154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106352687666687154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106334621567413439</id><published>2003-09-11T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T22:56:55.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty as charged</title><summary type='text'>Ok, first I want to thank everyone who came and read my blog and left a comment!  I feel so welcomed!  I really do.  One of the reasons I started this blog was because I liked how caring and warm everyone is to their blog colleagues/friends. It just seemed like a nice community to join!  Ah..it's nice being right;)Now, here I must confess...the other night I had time to write my blog, but what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106334621567413439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106334621567413439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/guilty-as-charged.html' title='Guilty as charged'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106309070719351908</id><published>2003-09-08T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T00:00:19.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><summary type='text'>This is dumb!  I was all excited to start my blog, and get writing away, and I just have not had the time to spend on it.  The real school week started today.   I'm in a grad program, and I just had my first corporate finance class and holy hell, it was so hard to keep tuned into the teacher's lecture, and the little math that we did confused me.  I've always liked math, really, and done pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106309070719351908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106309070719351908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/sigh_09.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766624.post-106270763562890044</id><published>2003-09-04T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T22:34:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day!</title><summary type='text'>I stumbled onto blogs through looking for a downtempo streaming radio station.  I found onomatopoeia and because I use winamp to listen to the radio stations I find, the mini-browser popped up, and I started looking at his site and found it was scribblings(meant most respectfully) of a funny and informal nature.  It cracked me up, so I read some of his archived posts and followed his links and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106270763562890044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766624/posts/default/106270763562890044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finelyspungirl.blogspot.com/2003/09/first-day.html' title='&lt;b&gt;First Day!&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15137155982462971601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
