<?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-3774194052097105231</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:18:47.473Z</updated><title type='text'>If you can do anything else</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1794817013687007536</id><published>2011-01-10T03:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T03:14:18.030Z</updated><title type='text'>New year, new tomorrow, new beginnings</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the first day of class and I'm looking forward to that and all the new adventures that this year will bring.  I have a feeling it's going to be a great year.  So far so good, I was lucky to spend Christmas and New Years with an amazing family (the ones miles away and over seas were there in spirit, ha ha).  For New Years Day I got see some extended family and watch the little ones run around, needless to say, it was fun.  Happy New Year to all, make it a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Change" by Tracy Chapman&lt;br /&gt;"This is the Future" by Owl City&lt;br /&gt;Homemade veggie pizza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1794817013687007536?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1794817013687007536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1794817013687007536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1794817013687007536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1794817013687007536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-tomorrow-new-beginnings.html' title='New year, new tomorrow, new beginnings'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6671561582975420738</id><published>2010-11-30T09:30:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:50:51.183Z</updated><title type='text'>My team lost :( but the weekend was good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/TPTEWZYchUI/AAAAAAAABSk/jCFXIp58pG4/s1600/hale%2526i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/TPTEWZYchUI/AAAAAAAABSk/jCFXIp58pG4/s320/hale%2526i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545272930249508162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley and her friend Cayla came down and we had the best weekend, okay, well I did.  We got in late Friday night, hung out, had some laughs, and watched "Diary of a Wimpy Kid". (&lt;- I lmao) Saturday we got up and went to the game, it was a good game (very cold) but we lost in overtime.  I'm not a big sports fan, but was sincerely disappointed and lucky for me, Hayley and Cayla were able to make the loss not-so-big-a-deal.  We had some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been studying for Electrical, Magnetic and Optical Properties of Materials, it sounds lame, but it's totally awesome.  Tonight I was working on the principles of dielectrics.  Tomorrow I got to sharpen up my magnet and LASER skills [which should actually be LOSER -&gt; Light Oscillating (they had Amplification) Stimulated Emission Radiation ]  Anyway, I thought you should know.  And he posted a practice exam and I'm pretty stoked to get started on that, but I have to finish some physics homework first, boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Obsessions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Lemonade" by Chris Rice&lt;br /&gt;-"Hey Ya" by Obadiah Parker&lt;br /&gt;-Wintermint Orbits gum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6671561582975420738?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6671561582975420738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6671561582975420738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6671561582975420738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6671561582975420738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-team-lost-but-weekend-was-good.html' title='My team lost :( but the weekend was good'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/TPTEWZYchUI/AAAAAAAABSk/jCFXIp58pG4/s72-c/hale%2526i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-7207487397219474606</id><published>2010-11-25T00:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:05:46.027Z</updated><title type='text'>One of my loves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/TO2oC1c8IhI/AAAAAAAABSc/PTVV6y-Po9c/s1600/Morg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/TO2oC1c8IhI/AAAAAAAABSc/PTVV6y-Po9c/s320/Morg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543271483024613906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Am, I just couldn't not steal this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-7207487397219474606?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7207487397219474606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=7207487397219474606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7207487397219474606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7207487397219474606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-my-loves.html' title='One of my loves...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/TO2oC1c8IhI/AAAAAAAABSc/PTVV6y-Po9c/s72-c/Morg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-5058654661556080870</id><published>2010-11-24T23:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:56:19.137Z</updated><title type='text'>Wish I was there...</title><content type='html'>When I say there I mean Senegal, with Poe.  I've not been home for six months and I'm ready to go again, but Africa would be different.  A different set of challenges, a language barrier, and so much more.  I got four letters from her the other day, the first ones since she's been there and I am ready for more.  She called me about two weeks ago and I MISSED it.  I was very unhappy about this, especially since I always have my phone with me.  I was on a date (I use that term loosely) with some guy and I left my phone in my car.  I should have realized then and there that it just wasn't going to work out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sounds good and I can't help but feel completely jealous of her adventures.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually my first post since I've been back from London, wow-zers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed, it's still school, school, school.  LAME.  I'd rather talk about what Pity is doing, but I have to go study for an exam.  Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PITY, if you do happen to read this, I had mad mush. cheesy bread last night and totally thought of you and the good ol' days.  Miss you more than EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-5058654661556080870?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5058654661556080870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=5058654661556080870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5058654661556080870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5058654661556080870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/11/wish-i-was-there.html' title='Wish I was there...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-35309633392728031</id><published>2010-06-04T04:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T05:00:05.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A great adventure and a great year</title><content type='html'>Today I walked to the park and enjoyed the sweet summer sun.  It never ceases to amaze me when I walk through Hyde Park.  The grass is so green, the air is so fresh, and there is always something to see.  It could be an old man letting his puppy run wild, a couple in love resting in each others arms, or maybe just a mother of three watching her kids in awe.  But no matter what the instance there is always a peace that fills the air, almost as if it was encased in an untouchable bubble of sweet delight.  I will miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only a few more days here, I've slowly been attempting to organize my things because I know the day I leave will come before I know it.  My room has transformed from walls filled with pictures of family and friends and posters of inspiration to the stale color of off-white.  Shelves filled with library books on electron microscopy, alloys, and other materials related writings are now empty.  Drawers full of school papers are cleared out and a two-feet high stack of class notes and papers sit on my floor.  There are a couple bags full of "get rid of" items, which include clothes, bed sheets, electronics I can't bring back with me, like an alarm clock and curling iron, and other odds and ends I just can't keep.  As I stared at the blank walls I couldn't believe my eyes.  After months of longing for home, I was finally staring right at it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without noticing it I've grown to love the city.  I love riding the red double deckers, watching skaters in the park, and gazing at the beautiful glow of the city after dark.  I no longer hear the sounds of the city as a pesky noise, but rather the music of the life here.  The gloomy skies have made me cherish the beautiful sunny days.  But these things I've come to love don't begin to compare with people I've come to care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I've done and seen, my greatest accomplishment is the friends I have made.  Some I may never see again, but there are some memories I will never forget.  I wonder how I got so lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-35309633392728031?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/35309633392728031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=35309633392728031&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/35309633392728031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/35309633392728031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-adventure-and-great-year.html' title='A great adventure and a great year'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1715291372349295023</id><published>2010-06-01T13:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:27:26.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweet smell of freedom</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! I'm done and I'm so excited I don't know what to do with myself.  Upon completion of all these exams it's really got me thinking, I've been concerned with what my grades at the end of this year would mean for me, but what have I really learned from all this?  Here's what I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-In rugby you can only pass the ball backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I suck at boat-races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Americans don't know how to down a pint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Look right first, then left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pants means ladies underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To use the term "off my face" instead of drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You can walk down the street with an open container w/o being arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hangovers are for amateurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nobody likes the British&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's 12 o'clock somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1715291372349295023?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1061711718831883441</id><published>2010-06-01T05:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T05:26:00.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest of the '90s</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hS59H3QP478&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hS59H3QP478&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie rocks and I sincerely wish I could watch it, instead I've been listening to the soundtrack as background noise for studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1061711718831883441?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1061711718831883441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1061711718831883441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1061711718831883441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1061711718831883441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>My brain doesn't work anymore.  I'm so tired of studying and the stress of the exams ahead.  While my best work was done with my lack of experience in courses where one final makes up 100% of your final grade, I'm not sure how I stack up against my peers.  And although I am afraid to admit it, a couple less than passes might be on my next progress report, *sigh*.  On one exam I was sure I had until 1pm to finish, turns out it ended at noon, afterwards it took everything I had to keep myself composed as I walked to the computer lab.  Let's just say that one didn't go so well.  And prior to one exam that I found particularly challenging some the boys were discussing how most of it was "common sense".  Rage and envy filled within me.  Perhaps I don't "have what it takes" to make it at this university, but I like to believe that what I lack in intellect I make up for in imagination and determination.  Exams have never been my strong suit, unless it's something I find truly interesting, and this year the winners go to Nanomaterials and Metals Processing (welding, casting, etc.).  Who knew?  And Nano, the course I fretted over the entire year, I am confident I did better in than most of the other exams (9 in total).  And there is one little stinker left, but I just can't find the will or inspiration to dig deep into it and it is only three short days away.  Maybe I'll get lucky, ha ha ha, I doubt it.  So, here I sit praying for some spark of ambition to get me through to the next exam.  My less disciplined self is ready to return home to the school where finals are, and rightfully so, 30-40% of your grade, and courses where throughout the year you know where you stand, but even though I am far from these warm thoughts I will persevere.  Send me some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/TAGq_um9WNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-wP0vaKJKtU/s1600/studyfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/TAGq_um9WNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-wP0vaKJKtU/s320/studyfinal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476846633679149266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8495528084237618309?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8495528084237618309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8495528084237618309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8495528084237618309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8495528084237618309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/05/burned-out.html' title='Burned out...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/TAGq_um9WNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-wP0vaKJKtU/s72-c/studyfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-22899594385415073</id><published>2010-05-15T14:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:28:13.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>It must be love, oh oh.  No, but seriously, Holland is amazing.  Sitting in Amsterdam right now and all is well.  I had my rugby tournament two days ago in Delft and the whole thing was absolutely amazing.  Well, the tournament was with schools from all over Europe and it was fun with the greatest sportsmanship I've ever seen.  Good times.  Plus, there so MANY bike/bikers here.  I love it.  And they even have their own little road, SO jealous of the people of Holland.  Times up, but I'll fill you in soon.  Paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-22899594385415073?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/22899594385415073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=22899594385415073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/22899594385415073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/22899594385415073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/05/amsterdam.html' title='Amsterdam'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-9050554699399258371</id><published>2010-05-10T19:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:09:22.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I may buy a small diaper for your chin because it looks like a baby ass</title><content type='html'>Not much new here.  Well, I am going to Holland for rugby in a few day, so, I am suspecting that will be pretty awesome.  But other than that I have just been attempting to hit the books, but I have not been as successful as I had originally hoped.  I do love my metal processing course though, which is funny because originally I thought it would be kind of lame, but recrystallization, welding, casting, etc. has somehow struck my fancy.  Then I also have engineering alloy course which is interesting because in part of the course we get two case studies which reviews the crash of two airplanes where the cause is narrowed down to the microstructure of the metal parts.  It's fascinating what a tiny little defect can do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has also been a update in regards to our epic marathon, the latest Glee episode has been added because of its ultimate greatness and Moulin Rouge was switched out for Nine, leaving us with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie marathon (revised):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee (Bad Reputation) 44 min &lt;-everything wonderful in the world of television shows&lt;br /&gt;Sandlot              101 min &lt;-comedy&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Club        97 min &lt;-classic&lt;br /&gt;Someone Like You      97 min &lt;-romance&lt;br /&gt;Last of Mohicans     112 min &lt;-action/adventure&lt;br /&gt;Shutter Island       138 min &lt;-suspense&lt;br /&gt;Top Gun              110 min &lt;-80's&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan            113 min &lt;-family&lt;br /&gt;Legends of the Falls 133 min &lt;-drama&lt;br /&gt;Nine                 118 min &lt;-musical&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast  84 min &lt;-Disney&lt;br /&gt;My Sister's Keeper   109 min &lt;-tear-jerker&lt;br /&gt;3:10 to Yuma         122 min &lt;-western&lt;br /&gt;Gone With the Wind   238 min &lt;-oldie but goodie &lt;br /&gt;Back to the Future   116 min &lt;-sci/fi&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal Activity   86 min &lt;-horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested is seriously welcome, facebook me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to continue on with my interesting studies of rolling steel.  Paz. (Tritter informed me the other day, that it means "peace" in Spanish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-9050554699399258371?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/9050554699399258371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=9050554699399258371&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/9050554699399258371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/9050554699399258371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-may-buy-small-diaper-for-your-chin.html' title='I may buy a small diaper for your chin because it looks like a baby ass'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6361064683218193451</id><published>2010-05-03T12:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:52:43.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>I have my flight home and will be back in the United States on June 9th.  I can't believe it, time has really flown by.  I swear that's the fastest 7 months of my life (minus the week with 3 exams and 2 ten page papers due).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6361064683218193451?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6361064683218193451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6361064683218193451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6361064683218193451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6361064683218193451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3250984005879339923</id><published>2010-04-27T02:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:45:42.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I close my eyes, oh God, I think I'm falling...</title><content type='html'>The "Power of Madonna" episode is still with me and I'm jamming to &lt;em&gt;Like a Prayer&lt;/em&gt;, Glee style.  What's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nano exam was earlier to today, and I hope/think it went well.  And the best part is that it's over, I feel like a major weight has been lifted.  I still have 6 more exams (3 down), so, I still have plenty of time to freak out about those, but this one was making me particularly anxious, so, it's real nice to have it over.  My next exam is in 12 hours, woo hoo!  Hopefully that one goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light at the end of this tunnel is the ultimate movie marathon, my sister, Poe and I have been compiling.  It is going to be amazing.  After weeks of planning and discussion we have decided on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Movie marathon:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Sandlot                101 min &lt;-comedy&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Breakfast Club         97  min &lt;-classic&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Someone Like You       97  min &lt;-romantic comedy&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Last of Mohicans       112 min &lt;-action/adventure&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Shutter Island         138 min &lt;-suspense&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Top Gun                110 min &lt;-80's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Peter Pan              113 min &lt;-family&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Legends of the Falls   133 min &lt;-drama&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Moulin Rogue           127 min &lt;-romance&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Beauty and the Beast   84  min &lt;-Disney&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; My Sister's Keeper     109 min &lt;-tear-jerker&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; 3:10 to Yuma           122 min &lt;-western&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Gone With the Wind     238 min &lt;-old-time&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Back to the Future     116 min &lt;-sci/fi&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Paranormal Activity    86  min &lt;-horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, it was only suppose to be 26 hours (real marathon = 26 miles) because we didn't think we could call it a marathon with anything less.  Then after we collected the essential movies we ended up at 30 hours, and we didn't think we could get rid of any of films because if so, we would be lacking substance, they are ALL essential to this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good news!  We decide to meet at Chans (12 hour drive for poe, 14 drive for me) because it would be the best meeting spot.  And she wants to partake in this marathon (I think she was more excited than Meg and I, lol).  Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duty calls, I'm off to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3250984005879339923?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3250984005879339923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3250984005879339923&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3250984005879339923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3250984005879339923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-close-my-eyes-oh-god-i-think-in.html' title='I close my eyes, oh God, I think I&apos;m falling...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2447055388177803687</id><published>2010-04-19T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:02:13.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tell 'em Rachel</title><content type='html'>Best line from this week's episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get you one, but I don't like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2447055388177803687?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2447055388177803687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2447055388177803687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2447055388177803687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2447055388177803687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-tell-em-rachel.html' title='You Tell &apos;em Rachel'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6044043817228272083</id><published>2010-04-14T18:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:39:30.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play makes for a lame Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Guozhong Cao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for writing "Nanostructures and Nanomaterial" because I am clearly the worst note-taker in the world and when combined with the lecture notes of unmentionable Prof. R****, the consequences are dire.  Because of you I am beginning to understand localized surface plasmon resonance, thank you, from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;A grade-A slack off student&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems there is too much to do and not enough hours in the day, those are the days I long for summer when I will finally be free.  Ahhhhh.  Hopefully, I will make it out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Em I will post photos soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6044043817228272083?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6044043817228272083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6044043817228272083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6044043817228272083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6044043817228272083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-work-and-no-play-makes-for-lame.html' title='All work and no play makes for a lame Easter'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3654603003211057345</id><published>2010-04-07T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:57:04.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Planet: Eat Peanut Butter and Jelly - Food - The Atlantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/food/archive/2010/04/save-the-planet-eat-peanut-butter-and-jelly/38284/"&gt;Save the Planet: Eat Peanut Butter and Jelly - Food - The Atlantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3654603003211057345?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.theatlantic.com/food/archive/2010/04/save-the-planet-eat-peanut-butter-and-jelly/38284/' title='Save the Planet: Eat Peanut Butter and Jelly - Food - The Atlantic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3654603003211057345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3654603003211057345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3654603003211057345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3654603003211057345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/04/save-planet-eat-peanut-butter-and-jelly.html' title='Save the Planet: Eat Peanut Butter and Jelly - Food - The Atlantic'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2420429817707832791</id><published>2010-04-07T11:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:46:20.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>These tomatos are nostalgic</title><content type='html'>I bought these tomatos from the store about a week ago, but when I first ate them they were a little too tart.  I am eating them now and they are delicious and they remind me of way back when.  When my parents used to make me and my siblings help can tomatos from our home grown garden.  Anyway, these tomatos reminded me of the time comsuming days of canning tomatos, good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2420429817707832791?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2420429817707832791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2420429817707832791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2420429817707832791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2420429817707832791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-tomatos-are-nostalgic.html' title='These tomatos are nostalgic'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-7940555833607155382</id><published>2010-04-03T02:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:51:39.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stonehenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S7afJoZ0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/G5sjZrZKPos/s1600/IMG_5688%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S7afJoZ0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/G5sjZrZKPos/s320/IMG_5688%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455722986419283058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-7940555833607155382?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7940555833607155382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=7940555833607155382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7940555833607155382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7940555833607155382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/04/stonehenge.html' title='Stonehenge'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S7afJoZ0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/G5sjZrZKPos/s72-c/IMG_5688%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3863177551242054112</id><published>2010-03-24T02:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:03:04.451Z</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MAIL!!!</title><content type='html'>Keel, I got your postcard, so exciting.  It makes me feel so important.  I'm sure it's sad how excited I get by mail, but I absolutely love it!  :)  It's the small things that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Keel, that "...stupid sexy Ned Flanders..." comment was intended for you, slightly disappointed you didn't comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3863177551242054112?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3863177551242054112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3863177551242054112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3863177551242054112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3863177551242054112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-mail.html' title='I LOVE MAIL!!!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2152171154239735613</id><published>2010-03-22T14:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:34:49.638Z</updated><title type='text'>The most painful exam, ever!</title><content type='html'>I had a rugby match yesterday, making that two hour exam literally painful, in every sense of the word.  I played loose-head in the scrums yesterday, meaning, the back of my neck was constantly being banged by the shoulders of some beefy ladies.  And today was, by far, the most sore my neck has ever been, along with some other parts, arms, leg, back, fingers, calves, feet, etc.  Anyway, looking down at my exam caused some serious throbbing in the neck region.  Not sure how I did on the exam though, it definitely wasn't my best work, which is disappointing because I had SO much to say on the topics, but my poor, slow, sweaty hand couldn't keep up.  It was one of those three-essays-in-two-hours kind of exams, which is fine, but I always run out of time, even though know I know the answer. (stupid sexy ned flanders!)  My hands were profusely sweaty, too, I don't imagine that help with the hand cramps either.  Are the exercises you can do for that?  I wonder if there are competitions for speed writers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2152171154239735613?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2152171154239735613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2152171154239735613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2152171154239735613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2152171154239735613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-painful-exam-ever.html' title='The most painful exam, ever!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-4597553996339548734</id><published>2010-03-19T14:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:33:40.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Class</title><content type='html'>Today was my last class of this academic year and it feels a little bit odd.  Don't be fooled though, I still have 9 exams and two papers in front of me.  I need to get studying because I have two exams next week, but I really don't want to.  I think I might procrastinate a bit longer before I actually start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been going on with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A couple weeks ago my parents came to visit me and it was a great time (we saw Stonehenge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I started a three week Vegan Challenge and I am currently on day 19 and I feel great.  More physically energized and greater mental clarity.  My housemates are always making fun of the food I eat, but I'm okay with it.  The other night I made hummus, tomato, and lettuce toasties and Kuba, my housemate, got a kick out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Volunteering is going wonderfully.  The kids are hilarious and so genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went running with a friend, who kicks my a** everytime we run, but not the other day, I totally won. (Yeah we keep track...we're a little competetive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-St. Patty's Day was Varsity (all teams play each other, medics vs. non-medics) and I played the most amazing game of rugby, and we lost, but it was incredibly fun.  Later that day I might have had a little bit too much alcohol, but enjoy watching a great game of men's rugby by Imperial's medics vs. non-medics, again, non-medics lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spent time in my kitchen last night making vulgar jokes, eating, and laughing with housemates.  Good times with housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finally, the greatest thing happened today.  Today was the last day of class, so, I went out with some friends to celebrate, well, this was my first time "going out to eat" since I started the vegan challenge.  I was a little nervous about this because I was thinking if ordered vegan food it would taste "boring" (a.k.a. like crap), but when I got my food it was delicious!  I got a falafel burger with chips (no salt) and it was so yummy.  Granted, it wasn't the most healthy food I've eaten on this challenge, I am just so proud I didn't cave, I thought for sure I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-4597553996339548734?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4597553996339548734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=4597553996339548734&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4597553996339548734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4597553996339548734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-day-of-class.html' title='Last Day of Class'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-5768444788190158682</id><published>2010-03-15T03:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T04:05:20.423Z</updated><title type='text'>humility is my middle name</title><content type='html'>Not by nature, but experience.  It's the usual, me, the library, and 3:54 in the morning.  In the attempts to pump myself up (I've been reading academic journals for-e-v-e-r) I decided to jam to Heart, oh yes, the one and only, "All I want to do is make love to you".  Well, I'm sitting in one of the back rooms of the library, by myself, and I couldn't refrain from a little bit of lip-singing.  Coincidentally, some dude happened to be walking by the glass wall and he gave me "the look".  You know, the look where they're not really sure if they should be embarrassed for you or if they should just laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-5768444788190158682?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5768444788190158682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=5768444788190158682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5768444788190158682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5768444788190158682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/03/humility-is-my-middle-name.html' title='humility is my middle name'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-5292500175742008246</id><published>2010-02-25T14:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:10:54.699Z</updated><title type='text'>Pick my box.</title><content type='html'>-Your mother is my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Guess who broke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I will set you ablaze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Woof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You know when you say that you're actually insulting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And I say, 'Sally you need a break, let Bob pick up the kids from soccer practice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You guys can stay, I'm just going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever seen a bald eagle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We are siamese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-See what I mean, Sam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-5292500175742008246?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5292500175742008246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=5292500175742008246&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5292500175742008246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5292500175742008246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/02/pick-my-box.html' title='Pick my box.'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-7145780558209500512</id><published>2010-02-16T15:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:42:14.523Z</updated><title type='text'>peanut butter toasties are like heaven on earth...</title><content type='html'>...which would explain why I'm out of peanut butter and bread.  Today's been a lovely day except for that nagging pain that comes once a month.  I soooo didn't want to get out of bed this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on here, just reading a little bit of this and a little bit of that (like academic journals on neuro science that are over my head and nutritional tidbits, also looking at a couple accident reports I have to read for one of my classes, but the reports are like 300 pages and I'm really hoping he's not expecting us to read all of it, so I emailed him and am waiting for a reply).  I'm going to try to study for a bit, stop by home and get something to eat because I'm hungry and then I have a volunteering meeting later.  I'm all pumped up for some reason and I didn't even jog today.  When I woke up this morning I thought about jogging and then I laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-7145780558209500512?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7145780558209500512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=7145780558209500512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7145780558209500512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7145780558209500512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/02/peanut-butter-toasties-are-like-heaven.html' title='peanut butter toasties are like heaven on earth...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1844538813533229966</id><published>2010-02-11T17:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:50:52.468Z</updated><title type='text'>My New Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.co.uk/googleplayer.swf?docid=-3214100593069532942&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1844538813533229966?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1844538813533229966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1844538813533229966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1844538813533229966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1844538813533229966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-hero.html' title='My New Hero'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1538009888739637790</id><published>2010-02-09T17:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:48:36.017Z</updated><title type='text'>Hyde Park is lovely</title><content type='html'>Currently on a high from a nice little jog through Hyde Park.  I went three miles but my time was so terrible I didn't even bother to check it, but I feel good.  I love the endorphins I get after a run, they get me all pumped.  The run was nice, I didn't feel too winded, surprisingly, but it was colder than I anticipated.  After I take a quick shower I think I'm going to dedicate some time for studying.  I started "Steels: Microstructure &amp; Properties" yesterday and its pretty bad-*ss, so, I might read a little more of that and of course, my pride and joy, "Solidification".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Challenge = FAIL.  I was tired or reading last night and I caved and watched, "Law &amp; Order: SVU".  What can I say it's my weak spot?  Not sure how to proceed, I feel so...so...so...defeated.  I'll wait for my wounds to heal and I'll try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current obsessions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Weepies, still&lt;br /&gt;-Overall and complete health&lt;br /&gt;-The fact that I can't sit in a hot bath and read a book, boo&lt;br /&gt;-Missing the pleasant view of corn fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1538009888739637790?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1538009888739637790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1538009888739637790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1538009888739637790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1538009888739637790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/02/hyde-park-is-lovely.html' title='Hyde Park is lovely'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1744222637171519492</id><published>2010-02-08T13:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:50:32.887Z</updated><title type='text'>The more things change the more things stay the same</title><content type='html'>Today my insomniac ways were the cause of me being late for "History of Medicine", shame on me.  On a positive note, I'm to 18 hours of being television free, and the challenge presses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in class today our professor was describing a case in the late 19th century about a woman who was surgically sterlized because she was deemed "feeble minded".  Apparently such an operation was legal for medics in the United States (shocking!) and the Scandinavian countries.  It's such a violation of the basic human rights that I find it appalling.  Then it got me thinking about the lack of humanity in the world today.  Exploitation, starvation, trafficking, and the devaluing of individuals, but as Rene Debos would say, as long as there are young rebels in our midst there is hope.  So, I am hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current obsessions: &lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Weepies, still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1744222637171519492?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1744222637171519492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1744222637171519492&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1744222637171519492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1744222637171519492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-things-change-more-things-stay.html' title='The more things change the more things stay the same'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-931736690614092272</id><published>2010-02-07T22:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:49:49.963Z</updated><title type='text'>A lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I spent most of my day at Body &amp; Soul which is an inspiring place for those with HIV/AIDS or are closely affected by it.  It's a place where they can go for therapy, assistance, and support.  I've been trying to volunteer there for months, but it's been a slow process and I hopefully I'll be working there soon.  After a day of training I realize how misunderstood HIV is and how hard it is for them, but it is encouraging that they have a place like Body &amp; Soul.  The atmosphere there is so positive and lively and I look forward to being a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW CHALLENGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my many addictions is.....television.  So, I will attempt to refrain from watching it and I'm going to try my best to go as long as I can without it.  It degrades the mind and turns it to mush.  Boo.  Right now is a really important time for my mind and I need to get it into shape.  Anyone who has the same problem can feel free to join in.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently obsessed with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Weepies, I keep listening to their musics, over and over, but the lyrics are soooo good and so inspiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Biomaterials, not so much obsessed at trying to learn it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that there is not much new to report.  I suppose I should be out an about exploring the world, but I do what I can.  I was so exhausted from yesterday I didn't have it in me to do much today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-931736690614092272?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/931736690614092272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=931736690614092272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/931736690614092272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/931736690614092272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/02/lazy-sunday.html' title='A lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-7980841504819214613</id><published>2010-02-06T03:52:00.023Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T02:35:42.936Z</updated><title type='text'>All the things I haven't told you and the reason I didn't see you for Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's 3 AM and we just had a fire alarm.  Seriously?  I suppose I would have been more upset if I actually was sleeping.  Yes, I am such a night owl.  I suppose it's in my blood, a few of my siblings have the same gene.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been busy with school, rugby, and friends.  I've been finding myself quite happy here in the big city.  But recently, I've realized that I need to focus more on my studies if I want to do well on my exams.  So, I spent about six hours at the library this evening, I didn't get as much done as I wanted to, but it's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas break I visited Rome, Dublin, and Scotland where I finally was able to fulfill my yearning for adventure and excitement.  And what an adventure it was.  I found it to be one of the most exciting things I have ever done and hopefully it's just the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I departed for Rome, I had to pack my bag and make sure all my ducks were in a row because it was the first time I would be traveling around Europe and I was on my own.  And as usual, I was pressed until the very last minute.  Before I know it I am literally running back to Wilson at 4 AM so I can make my flight on time.  In my defense, the website I need to print my boarding pass from was "malfunctioning"...for several hours and without my pass I was s.o.l.  So, there I am sweating my ass off, at who knows what hour, and running around Hyde Park to get to my dorm as fast as possible.  Yes, I said around Hyde Park, not through.  You see, if I were able to go through Hyde Park I wouldn't be running because it's only a half an hour walk, but since it was past midnight I had to haul my ass all the way around the park, which was a good hour or so.  It was possible to cut through the park, but at night that's a bit of a risky deal, if you don't want to get jumped, that is.  So, I'm just jogging along and minding my own business when out of nowhere a fox appears.  I jog past him and he jogs past me, and for a moment it was as if we were thinking the same thing, "WTF?"  A fox randomly walking along the streets of London???  Some girl going for a jog in the middle of the night with her bookbag on???  Needless to say, it was an odd sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward, I'm sitting there waiting for the shuttle to the airport until I see it approaching and it just keeps on driving.  I'm wondering what just happened and I start to panic.  If I don't get to the airport on time, I'll miss my flight, and then I'll miss my other three flights, and I'll have to spend Christmas doing nothing and be all alone in London.  I feel a lump in my throat and I am about to start crying.  I tell myself to calm down.  I start walking, no where in particular, I am just walking about and trying to figure out what to do, and I'm not sure at that point.  Finally, I flag down a taxi.  He can tell that I'm about to burst into tears and he offers to give me a ride to where I need to be to catch the shuttle.  He drops me off, I pay him and thank him.  Once I get on the shuttle I feel a huge surge of relief and I pass out until we get to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zqWgYD8zI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Zb_llfaN1GU/s1600-h/IMG_5013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zqWgYD8zI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Zb_llfaN1GU/s320/IMG_5013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434976522698224434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Somewhere over France on the plane ride to Rome as excitement ran through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrarqH7mI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2G9Uhv2JoKA/s1600-h/IMG_5015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrarqH7mI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2G9Uhv2JoKA/s320/IMG_5015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434977693957877346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My first view of Italy and when I started to feel a little nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrbFISraI/AAAAAAAAAeY/xtMZHZr_VsY/s1600-h/IMG_5025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrbFISraI/AAAAAAAAAeY/xtMZHZr_VsY/s320/IMG_5025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434977700795297186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I made it from the airport to the city centre, okay I can do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrbaO4YrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/pQYS329_-7I/s1600-h/IMG_5028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrbaO4YrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/pQYS329_-7I/s320/IMG_5028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434977706460078770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yay, my hostel!  In just a few hours time I would be crashed up in my assigned bed, I was exhausted at this point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrbs8qEDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/6tx5bPRFwFg/s1600-h/IMG_5031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrbs8qEDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/6tx5bPRFwFg/s320/IMG_5031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434977711483916338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The best pizza in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrcBBbOrI/AAAAAAAAAew/zLl-4HtHaz0/s1600-h/IMG_5101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zrcBBbOrI/AAAAAAAAAew/zLl-4HtHaz0/s320/IMG_5101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434977716872624818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This was my first day to roam around Rome and one of my favorite pictures from my trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2ztfe5fl7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Xm-k0_lBI2Y/s1600-h/IMG_5148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2ztfe5fl7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Xm-k0_lBI2Y/s320/IMG_5148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434979975455283122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't be fooled, I froze my ass off this day, along with every other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zt_ibOdDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WkNGRR9iRI0/s1600-h/IMG_5188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zt_ibOdDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WkNGRR9iRI0/s320/IMG_5188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434980526157886514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A beautiful view of Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zuf-UKCqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ATwuddem8Gg/s1600-h/IMG_5261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zuf-UKCqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ATwuddem8Gg/s320/IMG_5261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434981083400243874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Huge! Me, right outside the Pantheon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zu4PAZlrI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uBwdYLfUsLQ/s1600-h/IMG_5276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zu4PAZlrI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uBwdYLfUsLQ/s320/IMG_5276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434981500197639858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was very excited by this, I totally did not know that this was a real beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zvcttX8VI/AAAAAAAAAfY/tLriNhzPrj4/s1600-h/IMG_5298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zvcttX8VI/AAAAAAAAAfY/tLriNhzPrj4/s320/IMG_5298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434982126914629970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh my gosh, I will never forget this! I was on the way to the Colosseum with a friend I met in our hostel and it was cold and rainy and the one day I didn't take my hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zwRCoZxHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/AJFrWHWKOko/s1600-h/IMG_5316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zwRCoZxHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/AJFrWHWKOko/s320/IMG_5316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434983025884120178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love this one, it was when I was just wandering around taking snap shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zxHAH1QbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/usQVwHE5YQ0/s1600-h/IMG_5337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zxHAH1QbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/usQVwHE5YQ0/s320/IMG_5337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434983952923574706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This was a garden that totally creeped my shit out, nobody was around and I thought I was going to get murdered here, it was eerie but I was curious, needless to say, I didn't stay long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zx3OuWgFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/3A4UOD-iHvg/s1600-h/IMG_5396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zx3OuWgFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/3A4UOD-iHvg/s320/IMG_5396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434984781476954194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is reminiscent of the most romantic date I've ever had and an evening in Rome I'll never forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zydB-anbI/AAAAAAAAAf4/FpuaM7lYvGc/s1600-h/IMG_5408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zydB-anbI/AAAAAAAAAf4/FpuaM7lYvGc/s320/IMG_5408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434985430889700786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me out on a pub crawl in Dublin with my new found friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zywr2jF8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/F1SMuO1TtQs/s1600-h/IMG_5427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zywr2jF8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/F1SMuO1TtQs/s320/IMG_5427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434985768548505538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Streets of Dublin before the dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zzec3HPRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/RiKOgwBp_Ck/s1600-h/IMG_5440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zzec3HPRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/RiKOgwBp_Ck/s320/IMG_5440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434986554798325010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I first got to Edinburgh and was totally taken by it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z0S96vF3I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sbZbwUcx6us/s1600-h/IMG_5445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z0S96vF3I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sbZbwUcx6us/s320/IMG_5445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434987457025087346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;These baked potatoes were glorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z0TEsPOKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xbOvnstzz_Q/s1600-h/IMG_5446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z0TEsPOKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xbOvnstzz_Q/s320/IMG_5446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434987458843326626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Street view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z0TaDHTHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pt1RBsT429c/s1600-h/IMG_5453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z0TaDHTHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pt1RBsT429c/s320/IMG_5453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434987464576420978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Traditional meal of haggis and beer, and it was lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z1cceyESI/AAAAAAAAAgo/1CE8-pQ1G4s/s1600-h/IMG_5462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z1cceyESI/AAAAAAAAAgo/1CE8-pQ1G4s/s320/IMG_5462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434988719359791394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Edinburgh was the home to some of the first skyscrapers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z27sUaYGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fUsBwAnR_6k/s1600-h/IMG_5474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z27sUaYGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fUsBwAnR_6k/s320/IMG_5474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434990355698835554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This makes me wish I was there, *tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z1cxZwvhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4uqHYlRRXhk/s1600-h/IMG_5484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z1cxZwvhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4uqHYlRRXhk/s320/IMG_5484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434988724975877650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One of the New Year's celebrations, a bunch of people with torches.  Then we went to the top of a hill and lit stuff on fire, it was awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z1dDA0KEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kC82Wnf0ub8/s1600-h/IMG_5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z1dDA0KEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kC82Wnf0ub8/s320/IMG_5486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434988729703082050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I got to hold a torch! I felt like it was 200 years ago and I was in a mob of angry townspeople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z3YWrvf8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/QtFJE9UT12w/s1600-h/IMG_5518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z3YWrvf8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/QtFJE9UT12w/s320/IMG_5518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434990848107315138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A night on the town with my amazing Aussie mates and it started snowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z4dstQLNI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FuV-wj2jeJ4/s1600-h/IMG_5532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z4dstQLNI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FuV-wj2jeJ4/s320/IMG_5532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434992039430204626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The highlands I want to move to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z4d6CiuZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pFF6EfRoxGw/s1600-h/IMG_5538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z4d6CiuZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pFF6EfRoxGw/s320/IMG_5538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434992043009161618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;See, it's like I belong here...now I just need a Scottish guy, hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z4emw1a5I/AAAAAAAAAho/TuP3eLf9bKg/s1600-h/IMG_5546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z4emw1a5I/AAAAAAAAAho/TuP3eLf9bKg/s320/IMG_5546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434992055014484882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The word "beautiful" doesn't do it justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z4e-eYs7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/04Wm3ML0K_E/s1600-h/IMG_5552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z4e-eYs7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/04Wm3ML0K_E/s320/IMG_5552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434992061379556274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A WWII monument which the Scottish people hold a great respect for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z59SOXfXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ukqxtA3K7pU/s1600-h/IMG_5550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2z59SOXfXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ukqxtA3K7pU/s320/IMG_5550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434993681588780402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My heart broke a little when I had to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-7980841504819214613?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7980841504819214613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=7980841504819214613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7980841504819214613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7980841504819214613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-things-i-havent-told-you-and-reason.html' title='All the things I haven&apos;t told you and the reason I didn&apos;t see you for Christmas'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/S2zqWgYD8zI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Zb_llfaN1GU/s72-c/IMG_5013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1770071713879583877</id><published>2009-10-27T09:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:42:08.427Z</updated><title type='text'>Need some suggestions, please!</title><content type='html'>This weekend is Halloween and there's a party on Saturday, need help with ideas.  As some of you know, Halloween is one of my favorite holidays and I LOVE finding the perfect costume and then dressing up, but I need a good one.  Last year me and my roomie were the Spartan cheerleaders from SNL, it was a hit, and the year before that I was Princess Leia, which was just okay.  Anyway, I am welcoming all ideas and hoping you leave a comment, thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1770071713879583877?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1770071713879583877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1770071713879583877&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1770071713879583877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1770071713879583877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/need-some-suggestions-please.html' title='Need some suggestions, please!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6182156046940604699</id><published>2009-10-26T11:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:10:08.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Pity, if you call me a nerd...</title><content type='html'>...you're probably right.  Got up about 4:45 am, studied for two hours, showered, got ready for class, drank tea and reviewed some notes, walked to class, had a three hour lecture, but she let us out a half hour early.  Woo hoo!  Not that it really matters because I'm just at the library getting ready to study, I just got out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New developments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Starting to love polymers &amp; composites, it's absolutely lovely, crack propagation, creep, mechnical properties is music to my ear.  Last week I found it a bit boring, but it's taken a turn for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nanomaterials I is my new favorite class, in fact, I was so inspired I might just enroll for Nano. 2, for some emotions there are just no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've replaced my dearest "dew" with tea.  Quite magnificent, same ole caffine (sp? too lazy to spell it correctly, "See you Wed-, see you wedn-, see you tomorrow."  I praise anyone who can pick up that reference) without the fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I like to study (Yeah, Poe, be jealous.  Side note - I'm missing you)!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-ray diffraction is calling me. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6182156046940604699?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6182156046940604699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6182156046940604699&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6182156046940604699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6182156046940604699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/pity-if-you-call-me-nerd.html' title='Pity, if you call me a nerd...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2007093581232677164</id><published>2009-10-25T06:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:01:38.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Karen and Ron...</title><content type='html'>The other night I was talking to my mom over Skype and my youngest brother was being insubordinate and arguing with my folks.  They were yelling at each other and it got quite hostile at one point.  My brother is known for being a "brat" and has a bit of a temper at times, but at heart he's the sweetest kid I know.  Anyway, in a moment of hostility and anger it made me smile and realize how lucky I was growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2007093581232677164?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2007093581232677164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2007093581232677164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2007093581232677164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2007093581232677164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-karen-and-ron.html' title='Thanks Karen and Ron...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3505019817109518022</id><published>2009-10-25T06:05:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:19:37.462Z</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Crazy Latvian</title><content type='html'>Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPtYhN0IhI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2C918Jo6ZNk/s1600-h/IMG_4905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPtYhN0IhI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2C918Jo6ZNk/s320/IMG_4905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396417784008942098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPq87GW5RI/AAAAAAAAAcA/k_4zsgThRu0/s1600-h/IMG_4906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPq87GW5RI/AAAAAAAAAcA/k_4zsgThRu0/s320/IMG_4906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396415110897394962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPrXasHL1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/ufjEeTbWrpY/s1600-h/IMG_4910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPrXasHL1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/ufjEeTbWrpY/s320/IMG_4910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396415566053846866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPrXI-qP2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/8D0fQhM1JGo/s1600-h/IMG_4909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPrXI-qP2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/8D0fQhM1JGo/s320/IMG_4909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396415561299804002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPrW8vPqYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TcnvYBBvq3w/s1600-h/IMG_4908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPrW8vPqYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TcnvYBBvq3w/s320/IMG_4908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396415558013921666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPr1BrAu7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/rMTDlZIvSN0/s1600-h/IMG_4914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPr1BrAu7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/rMTDlZIvSN0/s320/IMG_4914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396416074734418866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPr0y0U7uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/I2j6BWvphJ4/s1600-h/IMG_4918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPr0y0U7uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/I2j6BWvphJ4/s320/IMG_4918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396416070746959586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPr0njeFOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tflt4Bup_d4/s1600-h/IMG_4915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPr0njeFOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tflt4Bup_d4/s320/IMG_4915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396416067723465954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPr0abXcDI/AAAAAAAAAco/wAMi8e9DpVo/s1600-h/IMG_4913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPr0abXcDI/AAAAAAAAAco/wAMi8e9DpVo/s320/IMG_4913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396416064199815218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is what happened when Signe tried to open my bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPtlDtnp6I/AAAAAAAAAdY/pcdyJOKZQX0/s1600-h/IMG_4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPtlDtnp6I/AAAAAAAAAdY/pcdyJOKZQX0/s320/IMG_4912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396417999427577762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signe is one of my new best friends from Rugby and last night she helped me dye my hair.  Other than the massively dark marks left around my hairline and on my back, I think it was a success.  I've already received lots of complements and I think I like it.  Thanks for the help girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3505019817109518022?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3505019817109518022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3505019817109518022&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3505019817109518022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3505019817109518022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-and-crazy-latvian.html' title='Me and the Crazy Latvian'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SuPtYhN0IhI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2C918Jo6ZNk/s72-c/IMG_4905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3033537361096071054</id><published>2009-10-23T01:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:51:54.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me how you feel after you watch this, "Love Signal"</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2CvZ6MzMX0&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3033537361096071054?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3033537361096071054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3033537361096071054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3033537361096071054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3033537361096071054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-me-how-you-feel-after-you-watch.html' title='Tell me how you feel after you watch this, &quot;Love Signal&quot;'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-8104102771823296319</id><published>2009-10-20T01:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:25:42.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl on a Mission</title><content type='html'>Where to begin???  I had a three hour lecture this morning and FROZE during lecture because the windows were open and the room was so cold.  After class I went to the dining hall and got the most delicious lunch I've had in a while.  It consisted of bread, hot soup, and some noodles with chicken, it was heavenly and definitely beats the 37 pence canned spaghetti I eat on a regular basis.  I mean I am living in London in a beautiful part of the city, so, I don't have it too rough, but there's nothing like a good meal.  Then I made my way back home.  When I did arrive back to my humble abode I had a wonderful chat with my folks about my plans for the holiday season, and after some intense research I am ecstatic about traveling for Christmas.  It will be a new and mind-widening experience; it shall be a one of my great adventures.  While my head was in the clouds, I forgot I needed to be heading to class and I left late.  My walk to class takes about a half an hour and I was down to twenty minutes, dammit.  Before I moved to London I heard horror stories about students being late for class, PROFs DO NOT LIKE IT and the other day in lecture my other professor called out many of the late students.  I did not want to be that student.  Despite my many mishaps with being on time, I ingrained it in my mind that I WOULD NOT BE LATE FOR CLASSES.  So, there I am sprinting through Hyde Park, with my book bag, an extra sweater and gloves on (because the incident of freezing in my first lecture), and pants that will not stay on my butt.  I'm sure it was an interesting sight.  By the time I get to class, which I was NOT late for, I'm drenched in sweat.  I pull my phone from my pocket, it's wet...from sweat, my book bag zipper was wide open I'm sure I lost a few things, my back was wet and sticky, and my jeans had that really uncomfortable feel to them.  Wonderful.  I walk home after class and admire the lovely sights that have now become routine for me, but I never cease to be amazed.  Managed to get to the grocery store before swim practice and I am quite excited about having some decent food, no, I don't mean canned spaghetti, I passed on that this time.  It kind of grosses my out when I think about it now, probably because my mother spoiled me with the most wonderful home cooked meals.  I could go for one of those, mmmmm.  Oh, and the then swim practice, it started off as a humbling experience and then was just utterly embarrassing.  I don't know think it was so much that I got lapped, twice, but more the fact that the coach &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; me to let the other people pass me.  That stung, just a little bit.  There I was, unable to keep up with the slowest swimmer in the pool.  On the bright side, I figured if I could endure that kind of ego torture, what's to stop me from attempting the impossible?  Because believe me, I don't think it could be worse than tonight.  Water polo was better though, I think I'm better at rough sports.  I love how attractive I am to the opposite sex. ("I'm pretty sure you're more butch than me." -yeah, you know who you are)  I do love the sports I play, it just turns out that they are rough sports, perhaps I enjoy unleashing my anger and wrath on random strangers.  Hey, I'm not the only one, during a scrimmage tonight some dude cow kicked me right in the thigh, it hurt like a mother, maybe if I'm lucky I'll have a nice bruise tomorrow.  At least they would match my arms, in a tank top I look like a victim of spousal abuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that made me laugh out loud today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I thought about how the coach asked me to let the others pass, seeing as how I was holding up the flow of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I was walking down a desolate street, lip singing, and busting a move, or two, only to find an old man walking right in front of me...embarrassing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Random things that my sisters have said in the past (I think there are people that see me laughing with my earphones on and think, "crazy")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thinking about when Elliot from "Scrubs" is talking to herself and she says, "Omg, maybe I'm crazy.  I'm not crazy.  Am I?  No, shh shh shh."  Then J.D. walks up and sees all of this and obviously thinks she's crazy.  Maybe you had to see it, either way, it's hilarious and continues to be funny in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts for the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: "From a Distance" Bette Midler (yeah, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current mission is drastically improve my swim times, oh, it's going to happen, if I feel like swimming tomorrow that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8104102771823296319?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8104102771823296319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8104102771823296319&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8104102771823296319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8104102771823296319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-on-mission.html' title='Girl on a Mission'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2628038658462685755</id><published>2009-10-18T23:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:47:39.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy! :)</title><content type='html'>What would you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world was free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there wasn't anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you paint a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or seek every truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you make a better tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of our youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you're still searching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the secret of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passion in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something worth the strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lucky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the smile of your child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your soul mate's call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've found someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hold you afloat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sea of doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a different path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments to live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ways to make us laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happiness will never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wander too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its blessings in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the wonderfuls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forget about the whys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts for the Day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Currently obsessed with the following: love songs, romance films, lecture slide from school, orange juice, and the local grocery store's brand of pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New favorite sports: Rugby and Water Polo(&lt;-did that for 3 hours tonight, my ass will hurt in the morning, but I love it just the same)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2628038658462685755?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2628038658462685755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2628038658462685755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2628038658462685755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2628038658462685755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy! :)'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-8172766926113964436</id><published>2009-10-18T23:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:52:42.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What she does when nobody's looking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/StuSDVobx1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/5e10pEZWRm4/s1600-h/IMG_4890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/StuSDVobx1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/5e10pEZWRm4/s320/IMG_4890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394065564750301010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8172766926113964436?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8172766926113964436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8172766926113964436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8172766926113964436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8172766926113964436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-i-was-bored.html' title='What she does when nobody&apos;s looking...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/StuSDVobx1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/5e10pEZWRm4/s72-c/IMG_4890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6742635912472674131</id><published>2009-10-16T16:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:30:23.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Day</title><content type='html'>I woke up today about quarter 'til 7, kudos for me that was an accomplishment in itself.  Then walked to campus with the hope that I would swim a few laps, yeah, that didn't happen, but this is what did happen...I went to the library and rented a couple books for my classes, they don't start until next Friday, but I'm trying to stay on top, for a change.  I read a bit of "Biomaterials" at the library.  Then I headed for the gym, but I couldn't get the door open so I interpreted that as a sign that I shouldn't go for a swim.  Went to H&amp;M and browsed around the store and looked at the accessories like they were candy.  After that I felt a little blah and a little down.  Headed back to campus for a meeting with my personal tutor (we have those here, which is pretty cool).  I got there an hour early, so while I waited I started my other book, "Nanostructures and nanomaterials", AMAZING.  At the meeting I found out that to be considered a full-time third year student I would have to take another class and also do a design project, I was stoked.  This is the most excited I've been about classes since I got here, I think it's going to be great, I'll get to learn all I need to know about materials!  WOOHOO!  Since then I've been having a joyous day!  Tonight's the boat party, and I'm hoping that will be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts for the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New favorite candy: Maoam:Stripes&lt;br /&gt;Reading list: Elements of X-ray Diffraction, Nanostructures and nanomaterials, Biomaterials&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6742635912472674131?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6742635912472674131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6742635912472674131&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6742635912472674131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6742635912472674131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovely-day.html' title='Lovely Day'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2763043863440314600</id><published>2009-10-15T16:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:48:23.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation Pains...</title><content type='html'>Dear Nishiki,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss you so, as the days drive on and the weeks pass by I'm wondering how we ever lost each other.  Everyday I walk to class the bikes pass by and it reminds me of the days when you and I could not be separated.  It breaks my heart.  I long for the days when we would deliver sandwiches and scare slow moving pedestrains on our swift rides.  I can't bare to think of it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loyal owner,&lt;br /&gt;K.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2763043863440314600?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2763043863440314600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2763043863440314600&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2763043863440314600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2763043863440314600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/separation-pains.html' title='Separation Pains...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1594484112649088656</id><published>2009-10-09T16:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:54:16.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/Ss9cfNYbJOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/f9xJFSI0B-k/s1600-h/IMG_4653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/Ss9cfNYbJOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/f9xJFSI0B-k/s320/IMG_4653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390628970223576290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/Ss9cehFdBrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MlfDP1BOlCE/s1600-h/IMG_4652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/Ss9cehFdBrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MlfDP1BOlCE/s320/IMG_4652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390628958332847794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/Ss9ceM-hjEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/CY-MeMAvXho/s1600-h/IMG_4651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/Ss9b4nG9zvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DtakvkOXYXo/s320/IMG_4641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390628307114774258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/Ss9b4HnuvQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4eEW8ia-uLM/s1600-h/IMG_4642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/Ss9b4HnuvQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4eEW8ia-uLM/s320/IMG_4642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390628298662264066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1594484112649088656?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1594484112649088656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1594484112649088656&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1594484112649088656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1594484112649088656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-room.html' title='My Room!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/Ss9cfNYbJOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/f9xJFSI0B-k/s72-c/IMG_4653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-759090002590031645</id><published>2009-10-09T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:25:24.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Life!!!</title><content type='html'>Today has been a lovely day!  Gloomy outside, but for some reason nice.  I slept terrible last night for some reason, so I woke up quite late, which was around 11.  Normally this would be what I am used to, but recently I have managed to stir quite early since I've moved.  Anyway, I got up and ate breakfast and while doing so I conversed with one of my housemates, Simon, he seems nice.  Afterward, I tidied up my room and proceed to do my laundry, and didn't have enough coins.  I ran around the house a bit trying to find a place to get change, to no avail, and ended up running to a shop and got some change there.  While my clothes were washing I played pool with one of my housemates and then I played video games with him and a couple other guys, it was fun, but I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I played rugby for the first time ever, it was a blast, I didn't expect it to be so fun.  The girls on the team are quite amusing and am looking forward to our next practice.  And of course when I first get there it's around noon and one of the older girls whipped out a bottle of port and I was informed that if it's after 12-noon you're not considered an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a safety meeting to go to in my department and afterward we received our goggles and lab coats, it made me feel like a real scientist.  It was very cool...I guess you had to be there.  GO SCIENCE!!!  As exciting as it has been I am really looking forward to the start of classes, it's going to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important life decision: Looking for a Scottish man to marry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-759090002590031645?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/759090002590031645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=759090002590031645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/759090002590031645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/759090002590031645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-life.html' title='Loving Life!!!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-5442870218285481327</id><published>2009-10-05T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:42:17.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes, they say wardens!</title><content type='html'>They also say Q instead of line, and washings instead of laundry, flat instead of apartment, and the list goes on.  I don't mind it much, not at all really, I think it's fascinating to see how people use there words and how they do things in general really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I didn't expect is how much I would have to walk, I walk everywhere.  Yesterday I had to walk to the school, twice, don't get me wrong it's a beautiful walk, but there goes six miles, plus is was probably more than that because the second time we went the long way.  Not to mention all the places I went to during the day, like the store, getting lost, etc.  I think it's great though because if you think about, if I was in the States for the next nine months I don't want to think about how much I would pollute the air from driving.  I'm pretty lazy, I know I am, but here I'm pretty much forced to do what I got to do, which includes walking everywhere.  Oh and not drinking my beloved "Dew", I miss you my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a break to go to the bathroom and of course the seat was up because in my house (they call them "houses" within the dorm) it's me and one other girl, the rest are all guys.  At the school the guy to girl ratio is about 2:1.  Story of my life.  The girl in my house seems pretty cool, she said she loves talking to Americans because she feels like she's in a movie, that made me laugh.  There's a guy from Poland on my floor and said he could understand me better because I have an American accent, like in the movies.  Apparently, as an American, I stick out like a sore thumb, well, as far as accents go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty amazing here.  Tonight people from my dorm are doing a pub crawl, I was going to go, but I think it would be nice to stay in for the night.  I mean it's not like people don't go out like every night anyways, which as far as I can tell they pretty much do, but I can't keep up.  Plus, I don't really feel like going out of my comfort zone tonight, it always ends well, but there's always a bit when you're a little uncomfortable trying to make conversation and meeting new people, which I've been doing since I've been here.  It's wonderful because that's how I've met so many people, but I'm needing some "me" time right about now.  I miss you all, and wish you could be here to watch some good American television with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-5442870218285481327?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5442870218285481327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=5442870218285481327&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5442870218285481327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5442870218285481327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-yes-they-say-wardens.html' title='Oh yes, they say wardens!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6592244462917101308</id><published>2009-10-04T10:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:49:34.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here...or there...whatever! :)</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a crazy few days.  I left my parents house on Friday morning to go to the airport, we stopped and I had the greatest surprise ever, my sister, Poe, was there to have lunch with us, it was awesome.  Thanks Pity!  Then I was on the plane for about 9 hours and lost an extra 5 hours, it was a little ridiculous.  When I got off the plane, it took me forever to find the train I needed to get on and it didn't help that I had about 200 lbs. of luggage, okay not that much, but at least, 150 lbs., it sucked balls.  On the first train I met a couple girls from Canada, they were really helpful and nice, and on the second train I met a couple girls too that helped me find where I needed to go.  When I got off where I needed to the walk seemed a lot longer than it was, and at one point I came to a large set of stairs with no escalator and no lift.  I thought I would die trying to lift all my luggage to the top, then a handsome gentleman came to my rescue and carried some of my luggage for me.  I was extremely grateful.  When I did finally get to my dorm, I was sweaty and tired.  There were wardens there to assist me, they gave me my key, showed me around, and I got settled into my room.  I also found that I needed a cord to get access to the internet, one I didn't have, along with no currency to get it.  I went downstairs to get wireless, I was unsuccessful.  At that point I went to my room, feeling tired and frustrate, so I laid on my bed and fell asleep.  I passed out for about six hours, a much needed six hours, I got up on my quest to find internet again, and ask a guy where I could get a cord, he directed me to a shop down the street.  I went there, and they were closed!  Oh well, I went back to my dorm, tried to get wireless again, which didn't work even with the help of the wardens, but luckily one of them was kind enough to let me borrow her laptop.  After that I went back to my room, unpacked and got all of my stuff in order.  They were having a party downstairs, which I stopped into, but it was loud and mildly awkward so I went to my room and went to bed.  This was okay with me because even after my six hour nap, I was still exhausted.  I woke up a little after 7 this morning, showered, the water took forever to get warm and smelled a little bit.  I thought I would walk to the school so I knew where I was going for monday, and of course I got lost.  But I made it and here I am.  Oh, and it is a beautiful walk too, might I add.  Well, I have to go now.  I'm a little bit torn though, there is international meeting here at 11:00, or a breakfast at my dorm at 11:00.  I'm not sure what to do.  Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6592244462917101308?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6592244462917101308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6592244462917101308&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6592244462917101308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6592244462917101308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-hereor-therewhatever.html' title='I&apos;m here...or there...whatever! :)'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1651575566218264492</id><published>2009-09-15T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:30:08.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De-cluttering my stuff b4 I leave</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I worked from 6PM to 3AM, when I got off I couldn't sleep so I thought I would try to be productive.  I went to all my clothes, there was the "get rid of" pile, the "clothes I want, but I'm not taking with me" pile and the "I might take" pile.  I went to bed around 6AM, then had to get up and work at 11AM.  I'm tired but still debating whether I should do my laundry and relax tonight or try and pick up a couple shifts and work like 10 hours.  I still haven't decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I saw my dream guy today.  He was booking it on his bike, I don't think there's anything more attractive.  Well one thing, a couple week ago he danced with me at a dance club/bar.  Some retarded rap song was playing in the background and I can't get it out of my head, funny how that happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at school right now, free internet access, and the janitor are cleaning, but they spray so much on the floor I'm about to have an wheezing fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, since I won't have a phone in two weeks, I'll be blogging more, I assume.  Also, this is a WARNING to all readers, I won't be censored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1651575566218264492?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1651575566218264492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1651575566218264492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1651575566218264492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1651575566218264492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-cluttering-my-stuff-b4-i-leave.html' title='De-cluttering my stuff b4 I leave'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3919363589786094459</id><published>2009-09-10T19:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:17:59.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>Three weeks and I'm out, if you can believe it, because I can't.  Wow, time is really flying.  I have a couple more things to do to get ready, but I've finally figured out where I'm going to live.  It seems a little bit crazy, but I am ubber (&lt;-Squints, I stole that word from you, and I'm pretty sure it's spelled wrong too, I don't know why I just always think of you when I think of that word, weird) excited.  So, I'm living in a single dorm and it's pretty close to the school.  Woohoo!  And from what I can tell it's in a pretty good part of town, which is good.  You know, I don't want to get jumped by some creeper on my way home one night, and not to say that I won't have my guard up, but just for YOUR peace of mind, I should be pretty safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, me and the Con-man are chilling on the couch watching "Tom and Jerry", he seems pretty amused.  I just put the other two down for a nap.  London cried for a bit, but Biruk went down easy, as usual.  Incase anyone's confused I'm in Missouri helping my sister move.  I took up nanny duty.  After the Labor Day Weekend camping trip, my cousin, Bubba, and I hit the road and headed to Missouri to offer our services.  I've tried my best to be helpful, but somewhat unsuccessful.  In my defense, when we got in on Tuesday evening I checked my e-mail and receive and e-mail from school saying I had five days to accept my accommodations offer.  And they sent that e-mail on Friday.  Awesome.  This was a problem because I didn't have (or couldn't remember) my username and password, and I NEEDED them.  After a few hours of stressful net surfing, I got the stuff I needed, and accepted my offer.  Well, after that I remembered how I still needed to register and what not, so, Wednesday I spent a load of time on the computer registering and trying how to figure out how enroll for classes.  I swear everything in a foreign country is a million times more complicated.  It's so annoying.  Anywho, I'm at the hotel right now with the three boys, while my cousin, Bubba, my sister and her hubby, and the in-laws, plus some movers are loading up all the contents of there house.  And let me tell you, there was a lot of stuff.  I'm pretty excited though, when they finish packing and everything, us girls should be able to hang out and have some fun tonight in the hotel.  I figured I should stock up on sister/cousin time before I head overseas. Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3919363589786094459?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3919363589786094459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3919363589786094459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3919363589786094459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3919363589786094459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the fast lane'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3546443883633320528</id><published>2009-08-30T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:25:13.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More adventures! Coming soon!</title><content type='html'>I got my visa, FINALLY!  And my flight is booked.  It's so crazy I can't even believe it's real because traveling to foreign places is always something I've dreamed of, but it's becoming a reality and it seems almost too good to be true.  Of course, it wasn't so easy and it didn't just happened, but rather a series of hoops I had to jump through.  The most recent/most difficult/most stressful being the process of acquiring my visa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The is the series of events that concluded this past Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stayed up late Tuesday night making sure everything for my visa was perfect (didn't want to make another trip to Chicago)&lt;br /&gt;-Wake at 7:30 and get ready &lt;br /&gt;-Pick up some needed paperwork&lt;br /&gt;-Leave town about 8:30 (drive was suppose to take two hours, place to get my visa was only open 11:00-12:00)&lt;br /&gt;-Gas light comes on while on the expressway in Chicago in a traffic jam only a few miles aways from my destination &lt;br /&gt;-Get a little worried&lt;br /&gt;-I miss my exit, somehow, still not sure how&lt;br /&gt;-Look for a gas station &lt;br /&gt;-Get lost&lt;br /&gt;-Call my sisters, no answer&lt;br /&gt;-Find a gas station&lt;br /&gt;-Finally get a hold of my sister&lt;br /&gt;-She gives me directions, praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;-I finally find the place, it's 11:55&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have a place to park&lt;br /&gt;-And I don't want to drive to Chicago again (I'll have to come back if I don't make it by noon)&lt;br /&gt;-I park at a taxi stand (cab parking)&lt;br /&gt;-I run inside, excuse me, I sprint inside&lt;br /&gt;-Get a number, meaning I was in line to get a visa&lt;br /&gt;-Run back out to my car, it's been maybe 10 minutes, tops!&lt;br /&gt;-I have a hundred dollar parking ticket&lt;br /&gt;-I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;-Call my sister to help me find where I can park&lt;br /&gt;-Find the parking garage&lt;br /&gt;-Get lost in the parking garage&lt;br /&gt;-Start to cry to my sister&lt;br /&gt;-Find a place to park&lt;br /&gt;-Get yelled at by the parking attendent, twice&lt;br /&gt;-Walk back to get my visa&lt;br /&gt;-Wait an hour&lt;br /&gt;-I have everything I need and the nice lady said I could come back to get my visa at 4&lt;br /&gt;-Kind of excited&lt;br /&gt;-Walk in the rain to get lunch&lt;br /&gt;-Eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;-Was really cold on the walk back&lt;br /&gt;-Get in line about 2:30 so I can be the first to get my visa, so I can go home, very tired at this point&lt;br /&gt;-So tired and I decide to sit on the floor, my feet hurt, and it was nice&lt;br /&gt;-Sit on the floor and enjoyed the music on my ipod&lt;br /&gt;-An attendant came up to me and said, "You're not allowed to sit on the floor, but you can still listen to your ipod" and then laughed&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, he was serious&lt;br /&gt;-I stood up&lt;br /&gt;-I want to cry, again&lt;br /&gt;-I wait three hours, a very unpleasant three hours&lt;br /&gt;-I get my visa&lt;br /&gt;-Walk back to my car, wait, tried to walk back my car&lt;br /&gt;-Get lost, again&lt;br /&gt;-Find my car&lt;br /&gt;-Drive home and cry, again&lt;br /&gt;-Realize I lost my student ID&lt;br /&gt;-Bitched to my roommate about the shitty day I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it cost me to get a visa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passport                         - $100&lt;br /&gt;Visa fees                        - $245&lt;br /&gt;Gas                              - $40  &lt;br /&gt;Toll booths                      - $10&lt;br /&gt;Parking ticket                   - $100 &lt;br /&gt;Parking fees                     - $24&lt;br /&gt;The most horrible day in Chicago - Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was a painful process, but it's over and I'm so HAPPY for the thought of that!!!!  The best is yet to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3546443883633320528?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3546443883633320528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3546443883633320528&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3546443883633320528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3546443883633320528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-adventures-coming-soon.html' title='More adventures! Coming soon!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6142672641759106613</id><published>2009-08-26T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:03:22.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes people suck...</title><content type='html'>Another dollar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not much to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many flaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a spacey mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the truth I find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not doing what they should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought they were better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you know they could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen those hurtful people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought they never would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows all people true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who are there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad day, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the ones I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the smiles they give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the best way to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6142672641759106613?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6142672641759106613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6142672641759106613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6142672641759106613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6142672641759106613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-people-suck.html' title='Sometimes people suck...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3066956391737503203</id><published>2009-08-17T08:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:51:01.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities: Con-man, Birukee, Lan-dog</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I'm at Chatter's this week where I am her personal nanny. ("I prefer the term child supervisor.")  Today we did a lot of rearranging around the house and that was refreshing because we left most rooms looking fantastic.  We had a great time tonight.  The kids were in bed pretty early, so we hit up Target and got dinner at JJs.  I know I'm an addict.  Anywho, after Target we came back and watched strangers with candy, and we laughed.  Needless to say I didn't finish my dinner seeing how Jerri managed to kill my appetite, she is foul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Joey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your listening ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ease my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dissapate my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lastest hour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears of laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call names &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're mean in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no need to act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rub my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll scratch your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight for beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we hit the sack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a brighter tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the scars of our past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll find our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they will forever last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road will twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am lying here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But feel so near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3066956391737503203?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3066956391737503203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3066956391737503203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3066956391737503203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3066956391737503203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/08/priorties-con-man-birukee-lan-dog.html' title='Priorities: Con-man, Birukee, Lan-dog'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-4787792101409042505</id><published>2009-08-16T06:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:55:17.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for today</title><content type='html'>The other day my sister introduced me to a website which brings attention to the trials and tribulations of the people in Haiti.  It's a rescue center there that helps children who suffer from malnutrition, burns, and many other unfortunate events.  Reading through the stories of each suffering child was bittersweet, as it was both painful and inspirational.  The people who run the place must be truly amazing.  It is comforting to me to know that there are people out there like that, and it moves me to want to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://haitirescuecenter.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Biruk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You baby boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are lit with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your handsome smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could last a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll dance to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd be so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could eat you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bond we have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could never sever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a grin on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a scream or a fuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a peep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of wild wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pretty things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're a light to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always gets to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say good-bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hum your tune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-4787792101409042505?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4787792101409042505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=4787792101409042505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4787792101409042505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4787792101409042505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/08/thankful-for-today.html' title='Thankful for today'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-5656882546100770128</id><published>2009-08-10T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:51:40.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passports, itnerary, letters, student visas....ahh.  So much to do, so little time and I can't seem to figure out where the days go.  Recently I was home for my brothers wedding, which was awesome, but still somewhat tiring.  While home I managed to stay up late chatting with siblings, enjoyed a few games of Shocker (a game that shocks the last person to buzz their hand piece, and yes it is very intense) and played an extremely fun game of Kick The Can.  Every one of my siblings got in on Kick The Can (except for the one on his honeymoon) and I must point out that a game with all my siblings is a rarity.  It was a lovely visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I worked a 16 hour shift on a couple hours of sleep, it was rough, but there's nothing like the satisfation of a hard day's work.  Plus, I slept 12 hours and woke up feeling rested and refreshed, another day full of possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-5656882546100770128?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5656882546100770128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=5656882546100770128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5656882546100770128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5656882546100770128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/08/passports-itnerary-letters-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-7244034506532451411</id><published>2009-07-23T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:23:18.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visas are a pain!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm going to Europe next year for an extended period of time, and because of that I must acquire a visa.  I have everything I need, but the application questions are a little bit confusing, I'm not going to lie.  But I have all my documents ready, so, hopefully the rest is cake.  I emailed a couple people who should be able to help me and as soon as I finish a few questions I should be in the clear.  Anywho.  Lots of stuff of my mind lately.  Lets see here, what I shall wear to the wedding, the meaning of life, what I need to pack, where I'm going in life, when exactly I'm moving out of my place, what I'll be doing the next couple months, yaddy yaddy yaddy.  I'm hungry, I'm going to go eat, then study, hopefully.  Happy Thursday all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-7244034506532451411?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7244034506532451411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=7244034506532451411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7244034506532451411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7244034506532451411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/visas-are-pain.html' title='Visas are a pain!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6025576930785401312</id><published>2009-07-21T18:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:17:35.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Health Day</title><content type='html'>I decided that today would be appropriately classified as a "mental health day" a.k.a. a day to do absolutely nothing.  I figured since I have no spouse or children that I reserve the right to be selfish and lazy, ahhh, how refreshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6025576930785401312?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6025576930785401312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6025576930785401312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6025576930785401312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6025576930785401312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/mental-health-day.html' title='Mental Health Day'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-624355695721257628</id><published>2009-07-21T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:46:49.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lazy Summer Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breeze is blowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These summer days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep my heart a-glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s work to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So skip your classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or call in sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do it quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just flies by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its troubles and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the risk of a fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without worries or fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lazy summer day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-624355695721257628?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/624355695721257628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=624355695721257628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/624355695721257628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/624355695721257628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-summer-day.html' title='A Lazy Summer Day'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-5668503713493401862</id><published>2009-07-12T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:50:00.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Bridget Jones!</title><content type='html'>I have hope that there exist Mark Darcys in the world.  He's quite the stud.  Moving on to more exciting things, I was at the family picnic yesterday and it was pretty enjoyable.  I had a lot of fun with all the little cousins, one of them even beat me up.  I went over to tease my little cousin, Kyle, and attempted to twist his arm because I seriously underestimated his strength.  In about two seconds he was twisting my arm and asking who his favorite cousin was?  How typical.  Later, a bunch of us played spoons, which turned into a dangerous game, as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-5668503713493401862?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5668503713493401862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=5668503713493401862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5668503713493401862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5668503713493401862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-bridget-jones.html' title='I Love Bridget Jones!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6304063095678964161</id><published>2009-04-16T06:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:32:02.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Send You a Prize if you can watch this without laughing!!!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QFpUZ-hFbA&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6304063095678964161?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6304063095678964161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6304063095678964161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6304063095678964161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6304063095678964161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-send-you-prize-if-you-can-watch.html' title='I&apos;ll Send You a Prize if you can watch this without laughing!!!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-823743659472824797</id><published>2009-04-14T01:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:58:39.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos That Make Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfsJkdFwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/PKtzqwvx9k0/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfsJkdFwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/PKtzqwvx9k0/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324345134058116866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfr3tYOuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fQqgF6XDktY/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfr3tYOuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fQqgF6XDktY/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+697.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324345129263708898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfrraWRbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6ZLy0eUBD2U/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfrraWRbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6ZLy0eUBD2U/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324345125962663346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfrV0frpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/cHyWM1GkNzk/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfrV0frpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/cHyWM1GkNzk/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324345120166751890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfrHV0pDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6sjHw5tWHZg/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfrHV0pDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6sjHw5tWHZg/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324345116280005682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePe3hsuS0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/9zhZS-aq2DI/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePe3hsuS0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/9zhZS-aq2DI/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324344230002182978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePe3Wdf3aI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/b6QVePSlBvg/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePe21162eI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tjbV4X-H3Zk/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324344218229594594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePe2rNQmbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KHcD6r9BmUk/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePe2rNQmbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KHcD6r9BmUk/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324344215374698930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePdawLcFOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3EKtV5T9Vrs/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePdawLcFOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3EKtV5T9Vrs/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324342636161275106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-823743659472824797?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/823743659472824797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=823743659472824797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/823743659472824797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/823743659472824797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/photos-from-christmas-that-make-me.html' title='Photos That Make Me Laugh'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SePfsJkdFwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/PKtzqwvx9k0/s72-c/Kirstyns+Camera+610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2959225730774078307</id><published>2009-04-14T01:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:22:46.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Alarmed</title><content type='html'>I died, but he was a good doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2959225730774078307?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2959225730774078307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2959225730774078307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2959225730774078307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2959225730774078307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-be-alarmed.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Alarmed'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-4197881147293165161</id><published>2008-10-22T20:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:24:57.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To the ends of the galaxy.</title><content type='html'>It looks great Kels, thanks for asking.  It's funny the whole purpose of my wood structure was to hold up the stars, but I am incredibly happy with how the wood grains have come out.  For those of you who are lost, I built a "canopy" (but not really), it looks kind of like a canopy though.  I have 4 (4x4) wooden posts attached by 4 (2x4) and a midnight blue piece of styrofoam (about the same dimensions of my bed, but up higher) with a bunch a holes in it.  The holes just happen to match the constellations in the sky, so, when I turn a light on over the piece of styrofoam, my room is dim and it looks like the stars when I'm laying in my bed.  It's AMAZING!  If you're having a hard time picturing it, don't worry because I'm going to posting some pictures later, I just haven't since I've been super busy (my apologizes).  Gotta go to class, lata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-4197881147293165161?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4197881147293165161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=4197881147293165161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4197881147293165161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4197881147293165161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-ends-of-galaxy.html' title='To the ends of the galaxy.'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2128739457832257848</id><published>2008-10-16T09:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:21:02.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes work blows</title><content type='html'>Sometimes?  Okay, most of the time.  I'm still too angry to talk about it, I'll adore my galaxy and I'll tell you guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2128739457832257848?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2128739457832257848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2128739457832257848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2128739457832257848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2128739457832257848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-work-blows.html' title='Sometimes work blows'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1327718756662997077</id><published>2008-10-11T09:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:21:08.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOSH FOR SISTERS</title><content type='html'>This is a special tribute to all my sisters, literally, and how lucky I am to have them.  I know it's pretty lame and my sisters are probably thinking, "lameo", but seriously, having six sisters is great.  Special thanks to the one who just spent forty-five minutes talking to me about all the things that frustrate me, and to the rest I MISS YOU SO MUCH!  Have a great weekend girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1327718756662997077?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1327718756662997077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1327718756662997077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1327718756662997077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1327718756662997077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-gosh-for-sisters.html' title='THANK GOSH FOR SISTERS'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6428871716882578146</id><published>2008-10-10T05:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:53:03.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>So, that ridiculous picture of me with the crazy hair was meant to be funny, not real.  To start from the beginning me, Tayia, and Pity ("Excuse me, the hooker and I") were sitting around one night talking about hair styles when I came across a website that let you try different hair styles on one of your photos, so I started playing around.  Pity came up with the ingenious idea to post a picture of me with the ugliest hair style we could find, and it didn't work, four of my sisters said they like it, nice job Poe.  Remind me to not let her help me pick out a hair style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was out with some girls in engineering for a SWE meeting, and you will not guess who I saw.  The incredibly hot hockey player I hung out with a couple weekends ago and I won't go into details, but I kissed him.  I got a glimpse of him as I was talking to a friend, not sure if he recognized me, kind of hoping he didn't, and then he enthusiastically waved and smiled.  I actually kind of like this other guy I know, who is in my major, he always makes and effort to talk to me, it's kind of nice.  I don't much about him except that he has the same major, he rides a bike, and he's cute, so, what's not to like?  Everyone...enjoy the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6428871716882578146?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6428871716882578146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6428871716882578146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6428871716882578146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6428871716882578146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3303967287424223534</id><published>2008-10-07T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:10:52.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring...</title><content type='html'>Whenever I think "boring" I can't help but think of Kelsey saying it so obnoxiously, as once said in a movie, entertaining nonetheless.  Anyway, that's what is happening now.  As I have said in previous post, I was having trouble in physics and when I asked my professor for some help, crazy, I know, he stated that his "time was limited". A.k.a. find someone else to help you.  Then, today in class he spent twenty minutes talking about the percentage of correct responses for each question on the exam; waste of time; like I care how many people got #5 right on the exam.  I suppose I think it's ironic that professors can't "waste their time" helping students, but don't mind wasting ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special note to Pity (and everyone else): I wasn't really calling her a bitch, I think she said something to make fun of me (pretty easy to do these days) and that was my comeback.  Poe, it was all in good fun.  Also, had an amazing time this weekend, can't wait to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3303967287424223534?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3303967287424223534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3303967287424223534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3303967287424223534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3303967287424223534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/10/boring.html' title='Boring...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6311695003619203296</id><published>2008-10-04T05:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:50:22.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Scoop</title><content type='html'>First off, Pity is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee, thanks for the advice, I know I'm fat, and if I had girlfriend maybe I could get some sympathy, but Trent's the closest thing I've got to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up please, I'm very busy and important(me talking to Pity).  Okay, so, last weekend, very busy because I had an interview with Honda on Friday, and one with Caterpillar on Monday.  It was fun though, I went home for the weekend, and Trent and I had an awesome time.  We went to the fair on Thursday night, the interview with Honda was over the phone Friday afternoon, then on Friday evening Trent and I got the goods, you know, movies, bread sticks, pop, candy, etc.  Decided to head back to school early, so I left home on Saturday afternoon/evening and hung out with some friends that night.  I worked, Sunday night, then closed on Monday, Tuesday, and &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, which sucked because I had an interview on Monday, and an exam on Wednesday and Thursday.  Last night I was beat.  Pity came to visit me this weekend, perfect time for a re-boot.  Also, there has been a new development with me, it's a little crazy, but let me know what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SOcPOI7TsHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DsBqdzzZIgo/s1600-h/view_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SOcPOI7TsHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DsBqdzzZIgo/s320/view_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253184225939796082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IMPORTANT* Due to the disappointing feedback on the last post I have new videos for the ladies out there and I have a feeling you'll like them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyZZp3BLuE8&amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVCZHE1tQmY&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMxqeeghMfM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2WSGBiQp8E&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epfUE558aV4&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mc9lh0jxPuc&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPyPhZ8UcUc&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6311695003619203296?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6311695003619203296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6311695003619203296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6311695003619203296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6311695003619203296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/10/heres-scoop.html' title='Here&apos;s the Scoop'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SOcPOI7TsHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DsBqdzzZIgo/s72-c/view_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-267601237343590574</id><published>2008-10-03T12:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:50:29.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have to shower and go to class, but I will fill you all in on the adventurous life of me, later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-267601237343590574?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/267601237343590574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=267601237343590574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/267601237343590574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/267601237343590574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-still-here-everyone.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here Everyone!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6720000576822994279</id><published>2008-09-18T10:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:56:08.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Important Things</title><content type='html'>*Warning: May be offensive to male viewers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I smell.  I just got off work, been riding my bike like it's going out of style, ha ha ha, how ridiculous, biking going out of style?  That's like saying wearing jeans with one leg rolled will go out of style, never gunna happen.  You might be surprised how often I get that, so, I'm delivering subs on my bike, one of my jean legs rolled (that way I don't get grease all over my jeans).  Then I take a far delivery and I have to drive, but I'm too lazy to mess with my jeans and people ask me, so, is that a new style (referring to my pant leg)?  Hmmm?  Yeah, I think it's pretty cool to look like a jackass, come on people, really?  I guess someone could wonder why I roll only one pant leg, but a new style?  Really?  Maybe you need to get out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now that we've established that I stink, second important thing, Law &amp; Order: SVU is the most amazing show on television.  Suspense, sex, scandal, and most importantly Elliot Stabler, if he was a real person and he asked me to marry him I'm pretty sure I would have to say yes.  I just watched an episode, sometimes after work I like to kick back and watch a little SVU, but then a horrible thing happen.  In this episode everything was leading up to the very very end, I was so confused, the suspense was killing me, then in the last minute of the show, my DVR (a recording system) cut the show early, and I NEVER GOT THE ENDING.  Yes, I am a drama queen, but I just wanted to see the ending.  I frantically searched youtube, nothing.  However, I did find something pleasing to the eye, what a real man looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nn_TG4GHDn4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me ladies it's worth watching, and Kelsey I know you'll like it (side note: if you would like to see a real man in person just go to a Gary Allen concert) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go hit the shower, and call it a night, hope you all enjoyed the blog today, particularly you ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6720000576822994279?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6720000576822994279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6720000576822994279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6720000576822994279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6720000576822994279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-important-things.html' title='Two Important Things'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-350594007218332028</id><published>2008-09-14T08:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:21:03.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Random Pics I've Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzJZAMZrsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OMpfXHjJOVE/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzJZAMZrsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OMpfXHjJOVE/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245789097365712578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzJZeyeuyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Lb0weRJj--s/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzJZeyeuyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Lb0weRJj--s/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+862.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245789105578490658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzJZWc4SXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FdDmRcfA7nk/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzJZWc4SXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FdDmRcfA7nk/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+864.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245789103340407154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzJZoOW2OI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PBZ9aYyn0X8/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzJZoOW2OI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PBZ9aYyn0X8/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+842.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245789108111333602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI2g3VTnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Rlbsa8mQV4Y/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI2g3VTnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Rlbsa8mQV4Y/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245788504840294002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI20OSLzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wq1qI1FojMs/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI20OSLzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wq1qI1FojMs/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245788510036832050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI3LjAHnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-0kF0RLUuvI/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI3LjAHnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-0kF0RLUuvI/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245788516297743986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI3lTiSuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5lpaOas2C0Y/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI3lTiSuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5lpaOas2C0Y/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245788523212196578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI365WVdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/s1eDZPo8gLo/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzI365WVdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/s1eDZPo8gLo/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245788529007941074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-350594007218332028?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/350594007218332028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=350594007218332028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/350594007218332028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/350594007218332028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/09/completely-random-pics-ive-taken.html' title='Completely Random Pics I&apos;ve Taken'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SMzJZAMZrsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OMpfXHjJOVE/s72-c/Kirstyns+Camera+849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-8691716138011337268</id><published>2008-09-12T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:22:17.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PHYSICS</title><content type='html'>Particularly optics and electricity.  It's sucks.  I just felt the need to share that fact with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8691716138011337268?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8691716138011337268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8691716138011337268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8691716138011337268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8691716138011337268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-physics.html' title='I HATE PHYSICS'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2677798804216079722</id><published>2008-09-12T07:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:40:20.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>1 job fair, 2 days, 45 companies, 35 resumes, and I'm beat.  Since I've mustered up so much energy for the job fair, my studies have taken a serious beating and instead of having a good time this weekend for the home football game it looks like I'll be playing "catch up".  Oh well, there's always next weekend.  Although, having a little bit of fun doesn't sound too bad.  On to things that matter, to top off my week I just recently found out that Congressman Ron Paul is no longer running for President.  It's too bad that such an amazing candidate didn't make it to the final round.  The little hope us "constitutionalist" had has come and gone, oh well, better luck next time I suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l170/beatsbydswan/ron-paul-revolution-iphone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l170/beatsbydswan/ron-paul-revolution-iphone.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always stand up for what you believe in, even if you stand alone."&lt;br /&gt;                                                    ~Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2677798804216079722?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2677798804216079722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2677798804216079722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2677798804216079722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2677798804216079722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-4859359310554647043</id><published>2008-08-26T08:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:42:50.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chica chica chica yeah</title><content type='html'>Yes, I should be sleeping and of course I'm not.  Today was an amazing day!  I spent the evening with my roomie from last year and one of her good friends whom I met last year and they both are always a great time.  Prior to hanging out with her for the evening I went to a club soccer meeting to find out more about the club and that was interesting.  I'm planning on going to practice on Wednesday, but it's a bit early to say what it will bring, I'm very intrigued and would love to get competitive and start playing again.  However, I'm not sure because there are so many things I want to do this year, perhaps I have some hidden talent elsewhere that is just waiting to be discovered.  We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;  On to more juvenile news of my life and I suppose if I'm going to talk about it then I should properly explain the situation.  Last semester I was in two different classes with this guy I like to call "Cute Engineering Boy" and the reason for this is because I have no courage at all to speak to this guy that I think is completely handsome.  Over the course of last spring I kind of started to talk to him, but not really, I mean we became facebook friends (giving me proper means to stalk him) and I occasionally talked to him in class.  On the rare occasion that we did speak I always managed to make a fool of myself, as I often do, which is why I was semi relieved to see last semester come to an end.  I was finally able to put my embarrassing moments and childish acts behind me, until today that is.  I'm sitting in my math class, the first day of the fall semester, and I was completely surprised at the size of my class of about fifty, opposed to the normal class size of about 400 or so(which has nothing to do with this story, but interesting just the same).  So, there I am, early and waiting for the professor (a rarity I might also add because I'm generally the last to show, but like I said all my childish acts are behind me at this point), then out of nowhere he walks in.  When I say "he" I don't mean the professor I mean "Cute Engineering Boy", my jaw dropped.  I wanted to talked to him after class, I had the perfect opportunity too, but I once again resorted to my earphones and headed to the door.  Perhaps I'll see him tomorrow, perhaps not, that's the beauty of life you never can tell what a new day will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-4859359310554647043?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4859359310554647043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=4859359310554647043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4859359310554647043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4859359310554647043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/chica-chica-chica-yeah.html' title='Chica chica chica yeah'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1377251344849640481</id><published>2008-08-23T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:09:50.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>So, I've already had one hell of a week and you're in luck because I won't bore you with the details, but to top everything off, tonight when I get off after a twelve hour shift, guess what I come home to?  First, my front door is locked and my key won't unlock it (there is a button on the lock that will allow this) and when I look in my window I see him sleeping on my couch!  When I say him I am referring to the creepy guy who lived there before I moved in, not only is he creepy, but he's not a very nice person.  Unfortunately, he is still kind of friends with my other roommate.  Sigh.  At the end of last year I asked one of my current roommates, Josh, if I could move some of my stuff into unoccupied space in the house and Josh said it would be fine.  One of the items I moved in early was a bulletin board that contained many photographs and other memorabilia.  When I returned this year I notice multiple photos of mine missing, missing because "Creepy Guy" took them for G*d knows what reason and I'm pretty sure I'd rather not know.  There are countless other stories that describe the negative and awful qualities that "Creepy Guy" possesses, which I why I'd like to avoid him altogether, which is why I'd rather he didn't sleep on my couch.  Aside from being a bit drained from a few things going on in the past couple weeks I am truly blessed, I have two great roommates, the best sisters ever, and for some reason I always have a way to make ends meet. [I'm pretty sure there is someone looking over me :)]  Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1377251344849640481?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1377251344849640481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1377251344849640481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1377251344849640481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1377251344849640481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-8678071028260028909</id><published>2008-08-21T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:32:13.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia Cookies &amp; Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>So, right now I'm sitting in my basement eating insomnia cookies and watching beauty and the beast.  This is the basement of my new house and the basement which I spent countless hours cleaning and scrubbing just so I could hang out down here.  For the average person they would walk down and think "Hmmm, it stinks." but I think it looks great and I love the smell of my candles, plus there's a cool bar in the back.  Cleaning is actually the reason I haven't posted in a while, plus I got in about 40 hours in five days last week.  I've spent a lot of time cleaning my house to make it livable and I still can't figure out how the boys lived like this without cleaning.  I'm pretty excited because I've taken care of the essentials, such as, my bathroom(I have my own), my bedroom, the living room, the basement, and most of the kitchen, but I still need to work on the guest room, the dining area, the upstairs outside of my room,  the laundry area, and a little bit of the kitchen.  Ahh, I love disney movies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON: Photos of my house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8678071028260028909?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8678071028260028909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8678071028260028909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8678071028260028909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8678071028260028909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/insomnia-cookies-beauty-and-beast.html' title='Insomnia Cookies &amp; Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-816135070052112733</id><published>2008-08-09T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:00:12.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Birthday Bash!</title><content type='html'>On my birthday I had class as usual and that was fun.  Afterwards, my sister, a friend, and I got lunch and then visited a friend who just had a baby, who was completely adorable by the way.  My sister had to work, and my friend need to get a present for another friend, so, I accompanied her to the mall where we bitched to each other about buying presents for other people, just kidding, we just joked about how broke we were.  When I arrived home there was a movie from Netflix, "Music Within", that my mom had been hounding me to watch so she could send it back, so I did and it was very enjoyable.  And this pretty much sums up the rest of my exciting night consisting of oreos, mountain dew, and Rummikub (I love this game!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4RbDsTOFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rZ86N9eFmR8/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4RbDsTOFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rZ86N9eFmR8/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638973596350546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q33tmxBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GT1LQqQWs0Q/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q33tmxBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GT1LQqQWs0Q/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638369085178898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q4Dk0l_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/9h9PItNSDgc/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q4Dk0l_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/9h9PItNSDgc/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638372269561842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q4Sq7gRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kH7RYM_k6Ug/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q4Sq7gRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kH7RYM_k6Ug/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638376321712402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q4ju9dJI/AAAAAAAAANA/oCUJhMT1vPk/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q4ju9dJI/AAAAAAAAANA/oCUJhMT1vPk/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638380902020242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q447vyvI/AAAAAAAAANI/xhyNcLWIzuA/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Q447vyvI/AAAAAAAAANI/xhyNcLWIzuA/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638386592795378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had nothing interesting to report today perhaps you will be as amused as I was at the fact that Trent thinks he can cut his own hair, here were the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4SfnL-xII/AAAAAAAAANY/gNPftlezA90/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4SfnL-xII/AAAAAAAAANY/gNPftlezA90/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+836.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232640151355573378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4SgaxdRBI/AAAAAAAAANg/iAHH8zgPASA/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4SgaxdRBI/AAAAAAAAANg/iAHH8zgPASA/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232640165202969618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4SgnMuYmI/AAAAAAAAANo/rY2hutP3Ig4/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4SgnMuYmI/AAAAAAAAANo/rY2hutP3Ig4/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232640168538563170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Sg9ZGJII/AAAAAAAAANw/4e-Ju2aaFPA/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4Sg9ZGJII/AAAAAAAAANw/4e-Ju2aaFPA/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232640174496031874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-816135070052112733?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/816135070052112733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=816135070052112733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/816135070052112733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/816135070052112733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-big-birthday-bash.html' title='My Big Birthday Bash!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJ4RbDsTOFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rZ86N9eFmR8/s72-c/Kirstyns+Camera+833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1269211844119809619</id><published>2008-08-09T04:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:08:20.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy noises from my window...again (P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEE)</title><content type='html'>So, sitting in my room alone, after dark, watching deleted scenes from Titanic, and I'm hearing strange noises from window again.  However, this time my window is wide open and this noise is not so much a banging as an unidentified animal, like a sick bird or something.  Odd as it sounds, I have some comfort knowing it's just some strange animal outside rather than some stalker banging on my window.  Off to bed again and knowing me I'm sure I'll sleep just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1269211844119809619?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1269211844119809619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1269211844119809619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1269211844119809619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1269211844119809619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/creepy-noises-from-my-windowagain.html' title='Creepy noises from my window...again (P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEE)'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-5945196755598600260</id><published>2008-08-06T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:24:16.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck Randy!</title><content type='html'>So, I talked to Randy today and he's at the Indiana State Fair for a steer show.  He's into showing and all that country stuff farmers do.  Anywho, he got Grand Champion for his breed and now he goes on for overall champion.  Just wanted to say CONGRATS RANDY, and good luck tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-5945196755598600260?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5945196755598600260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=5945196755598600260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5945196755598600260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5945196755598600260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-luck-randy.html' title='Good Luck Randy!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-5911363247006496802</id><published>2008-08-06T05:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:33:26.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'll Miss Most</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, last night I was packing up the rest of my things because I'll probably head back to school a week from today.  I have most of my stuff down at school and I'm down to two boxes of clothing, a box of scrap booking stuff, three drawers of hair &amp; face products, some books, two bikes, and a couple other odds and ends.  Bittersweet feeling I guess and here's what I'll probably miss the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkI0dUK50I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KZKKEtdFxz8/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkI0dUK50I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KZKKEtdFxz8/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231222139482990402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkI0-_SXjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6ocEEUOnsZM/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkI0-_SXjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6ocEEUOnsZM/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231222148522204722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkI1EHHzLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BsBbgkdbEx4/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkI1EHHzLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BsBbgkdbEx4/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231222149897243826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkIBkmbFuI/AAAAAAAAALo/0jtFqdMgx6w/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkIBkmbFuI/AAAAAAAAALo/0jtFqdMgx6w/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231221265265268450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkICsr-NeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/K_W31A9p7UQ/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkICsr-NeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/K_W31A9p7UQ/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231221284615894498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkIC9zOueI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8lsbQphThk4/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkIC9zOueI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8lsbQphThk4/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231221289209739746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-5911363247006496802?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5911363247006496802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=5911363247006496802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5911363247006496802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/5911363247006496802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-ill-miss-most.html' title='Things I&apos;ll Miss Most'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SJkI0dUK50I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KZKKEtdFxz8/s72-c/Kirstyns+Camera+537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-8243611589138308589</id><published>2008-08-05T05:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:52:59.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like Kelsey right now</title><content type='html'>Why Kelsey? Because I'm scared shit-list right now and if I wasn't 19 years old, and feeling lazy, I think I would go sleep with Trent right now.  It's in the middle of a thunderstorm and I swear there is someone or something that keeps tapping on my window, and after the first time I jumped every time I heard the noise.  So, yeah, I'm pretty freaked out right now, and it doesn't help that my lights are on, I have no blinds, meaning that whatever is out there can see me, but I can't see it.  I know it's probably those stupids cats, but it still freaks my shit out.  Nighty-night sleep tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8243611589138308589?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8243611589138308589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8243611589138308589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8243611589138308589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8243611589138308589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-like-kelsey-right-now.html' title='I feel like Kelsey right now'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-8908301394509534866</id><published>2008-08-05T04:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T04:42:05.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling bonds, people just don't get it.</title><content type='html'>Today was my last lab for chemistry class and on Thursday we have our final exam.  Well, we actually have two lab sections, one before class and one after class, originally I was sign up for the early one at 9:00 AM, and it takes a half an hour to get to school, plus I have to get around, and generally I don't do my pre-lab on time.  So, if you put that all together I have to get up at 7:30 AM at least.  7:30?  Yeah, that's not really what I up for most of the time, so, ever now and again I would just skip lab in the morning and hope the professor wouldn't mind me joining the later lab.  Lucky for me I hoped right and he didn't care about my joining the lab, today was no exception.  Part of me wished I had went to the morning lab because it was the most boring school work I have ever had to do.  We set up an inverted buret and waited for it to go from 50.00 ml to 5.00 ml as it filled with hydrogen gas and nothing better to do.  It was kinda of funny though, my friend from high school had his birthday yesterday and he asked when mine was and I told him it was tomorrow.  Then we were all kind of talking about it and my friend, Jenny, asked, "So what are you going to tomorrow?"  And you know how when you know a bunch of people are kind of listening to you and you don't want to say something stupid, so, you try to think of something that won't make you sound retarded.  Yeah, I couldn't think of anything.  I was just like, "Probably nothing, my little brother and I will probably hang out."  A kid from the other lab table was like, "You're going to hang out with your little brother for your birthday?"  My response, "Yeah, I'm cool like that." when really I wanted to say "Over the weekend I drove 800 miles to play Rummy Cube &amp; Clue with brother and sister and it was a blast."  But then I thought I'd probably get one of those looks that say "You're a little weird" like I normally do when I try to explain how our family operates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8908301394509534866?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8908301394509534866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8908301394509534866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8908301394509534866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8908301394509534866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-my-last-lab-for-chemistry.html' title='Sibling bonds, people just don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-4831994963701568067</id><published>2008-08-05T03:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T03:57:58.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Please...</title><content type='html'>Okay to any other bloggers who know what they're doing I can't post any pictures and I don't know why?  It's saying that there is an "internal error" and I have no idea what that means and I've never have trouble post photos before.  If anyone has any input that would be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-4831994963701568067?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4831994963701568067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=4831994963701568067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4831994963701568067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4831994963701568067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-please.html' title='Help Please...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1554896976035302123</id><published>2008-07-21T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:23:13.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All I hear when you talk is, "Bla bla bla, I'm a dirty..."</title><content type='html'>No, not really, but I'm sitting in class and I can't focus, it's just not going to happen.  He's a good professor, speaks clearly, and very organized, but his words mean nothing today, I absent mindedly tune him out.  I figure I might as well do something productive, so here I am.  OMG, it is the middle of the summer, probably 90+ degrees outside, I am wearing sweats and a sweatshirt and I am still freezing in this classroom.  On to more interesting things, I moved a lot of my stuff into my house this past weekend and boy is it gross.  Got to go, finish this story later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1554896976035302123?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1554896976035302123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1554896976035302123&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1554896976035302123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1554896976035302123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-i-hear-when-you-talk-is-bla-bla-bla.html' title='All I hear when you talk is, &quot;Bla bla bla, I&apos;m a dirty...&quot;'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-4479475385435902951</id><published>2008-07-14T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:02:25.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirstyn + Studying = Waste of time</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am taking summer class and I have an exam tomorrow.  Am I studying?  Of course not.  Who does that anyway?  Certainly not me, funny thing is, when I study less I do better, not really though, I think that's just was differentiates my school of engineering from my community college.  It's nice to have a break from "weed out" classes and cut throat professors.  Even though it's CC I can't help but loving my professors here, my last one was even open enough to show us a video of her 3 year old during lecture, it was cool.  I suppose I should get back to work b/c this professor seems pretty ethical, and I'm sure I can pull a grade up, bummer.  Hope everyone is having a Happy Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-4479475385435902951?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4479475385435902951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=4479475385435902951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4479475385435902951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/4479475385435902951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/07/kirstyn-studying-waste-of-time.html' title='Kirstyn + Studying = Waste of time'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1700319988602671872</id><published>2008-07-05T02:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:04:44.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am alive and doing well and as most of you have probably notice I tend to go a couple months without a single post.  But this summer has entailed working three jobs and going to school, so I'm a busy girl.  Happy 4th of July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1700319988602671872?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1700319988602671872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1700319988602671872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1700319988602671872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1700319988602671872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='The 4th of July'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6136186160241577037</id><published>2008-04-29T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:44:09.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have a sleep schedule</title><content type='html'>Kelsey and I are up watching music videos and she says, "The sun's coming up, creepy."  I don't know if it's just me or if there is something wrong with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6136186160241577037?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6136186160241577037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6136186160241577037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6136186160241577037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6136186160241577037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-have-sleep-schedule.html' title='I don&apos;t have a sleep schedule'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2737718851236304888</id><published>2008-04-29T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:10:00.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things don't change</title><content type='html'>So, it's finals week and I spent about twelve hours at the library today.  And you should all be relieved to know that there were no booger incidents, like the last time I had finals.  Not because I've completely given up my old hobby, but there was this totally hot kid a couple tables away and I could tell he was into me.  I mean every time I "glanced" over at him he justed happened to be staring at me, not that I blame him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the dining court scene didn't go as well as the library scene and it wasn't even my fault.  Okay, I was finishing up dinner, walking to put my tray up and talking to my little sister, so, there I was, tray in one hand and cell phone in the other.  The tray was a little heavy, but I was managing fine.  Then, from out of nowhere, my leg slips and the contents of my tray go everywhere.  My first thought, "Could people clean up these stupid water spills", but instead of stupid I was thinking of a worse word.  Yeah, there wasn't a drop of liquid on the floor, just a piece of lettuce.  One of the workers came over to help me, I'm just thinking about what a jackass I look like.  I really did too, no spills on the floor, just some girl who was trying to walk and talk at the same time and it didn't fly.  Story of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2737718851236304888?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2737718851236304888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2737718851236304888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2737718851236304888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2737718851236304888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-things-dont-change.html' title='Some things don&apos;t change'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-7767075382110240268</id><published>2008-04-17T16:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:47:31.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes life sucks (...and when I say life I mean people)</title><content type='html'>Thank God I have a big family, otherwise I don't think I would have very many people to hang out with that didn't drive me crazy.  I just find it increasingly irritating how if I call or text a guy that I think is fun to hang out with and they automatically assume I want to date them and be more than friends, please...give me a break.  But you know what's even worse, when a guy pretends to be your friend because they want to date you and when they discover you're not interested in dating, they're not interested in being friends.  What a coincidence!  Don't even get me started on girls, they're bitches and I'd rather keep the knife out of my back.  I just hope that my knee is healed soon because I really miss my daily activities, like biking to the celery bog, I'm shocked how much I miss going there.  Maybe I'll walk there, it will take some time, but I don't have any exams until finals week, hmmm, perhaps that will work.  Sorry for my bitchiness, but I hope you are all having a wonderful week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-7767075382110240268?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7767075382110240268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=7767075382110240268&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7767075382110240268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7767075382110240268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-life-sucks-and-when-i-say.html' title='Sometimes life sucks (...and when I say life I mean people)'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6516854519024676575</id><published>2008-04-16T08:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:34:37.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm almost there...grand prix...dead...finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4M8toUhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vabVicQFiyU/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4M8toUhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vabVicQFiyU/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+599.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189756678209819154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW5tctoUrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4Ap4MwQBNv8/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW5tctoUrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4Ap4MwQBNv8/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189758336067195570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW5tstoUsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/56tyJ_Ey1zw/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW5tstoUsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/56tyJ_Ey1zw/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189758340362162882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW448toUmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0wc6FFID6VE/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW448toUmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0wc6FFID6VE/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189757434124063330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW45ctoUnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RqcCdZF-MhI/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW45ctoUnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RqcCdZF-MhI/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+597.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189757442713997938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW45stoUoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xUR0ThyoQWA/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW45stoUoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xUR0ThyoQWA/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189757447008965250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW458toUpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ImGtriwOXIc/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW458toUpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ImGtriwOXIc/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189757451303932562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW46ctoUqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/99FlYE2exeU/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW46ctoUqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/99FlYE2exeU/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189757459893867170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4NctoUiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5GF7H74jnDY/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4NctoUiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5GF7H74jnDY/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+587.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189756686799753762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4NstoUjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RowOH7iwb7k/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4NstoUjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RowOH7iwb7k/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189756691094721074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4N8toUkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4HdlVKs6XRA/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4N8toUkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4HdlVKs6XRA/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+592.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189756695389688386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4OctoUlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PMbCbiQxk5c/s1600-h/Kirstyns+Camera+593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4OctoUlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PMbCbiQxk5c/s320/Kirstyns+Camera+593.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189756703979622994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to tell so little time.  Well, last week I discovered the most wonderful place to go, the celery bog, basically it's a place to go, hike, and RELAX.  Three days in a row last week I biked out there for lunch, it's about two miles away.  On the way there I had to bike up this bitch of a hill, lucky for me it's next to a busy highway where plenty of people get to see my fat ass struggle to get up the hill, once I got the bog I remember that it was totally worth it.  Also, the hill does have its perks every once in a while, for instance, on my way back the other day two chicks were roller blading down the hill and one of them completely biffed it.  I know I'm a bitch, but it was hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of biffing it, don't you hate it when you're driving and somebody cuts you off?  You know what's even more annoying?  When somebody cuts you off and they hit you...on a bike.  Yeah, that left a mark the next day, and I thought it would be a smart idea to do some heavy biking for the next three days after the accident.  Nope, not a good idea!  My knee didn't appreciate that very much especially since my left knee absorb the brunt of the force, and probably my shoulder, I'm just grateful I had my helmet on.  For the past couple days I've avoided my regular activities like biking and running in hopes that my knees will soon be back to normal, which really sucks because I've managed to replace exercising with food, I love how I'm so healthy. Ha ha!  I suppose it could be seen as a good thing because I probably replaced the time I would have spent exercising with studying, and after the two exams I had tonight I'm hoping it paid off.  I'm feeling pretty good about one of them, fingers crossed, and I'm not sure about the other.  Ready to call it a night, peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6516854519024676575?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6516854519024676575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6516854519024676575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6516854519024676575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6516854519024676575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-almost-theregrand-prixdeadfinals.html' title='I&apos;m almost there...grand prix...dead...finals'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SAW4M8toUhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vabVicQFiyU/s72-c/Kirstyns+Camera+599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-6586594427085868826</id><published>2008-04-08T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:32:45.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long and Productive Days</title><content type='html'>Aww, I feel as if I actually had a productive day yesterday, which has made today go so much smoother, great feeling!  I just got out of class and I have one at 3:30, then I'm FREE!  Ha ha, just kidding I have two different meetings tonight, but that's okay.  I'm pretty excited though because after my 3:30 I'm planning on biking out to the bog and having lunch.  Can't say I've ever been to a place so quiet and peaceful around here.  My heart goes out to Chatter, hope you're feeling better soon so you can enjoy this ever so beautiful weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-6586594427085868826?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6586594427085868826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=6586594427085868826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6586594427085868826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/6586594427085868826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-and-productive-days.html' title='Long and Productive Days'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-8329454459887081551</id><published>2008-04-05T05:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:19:30.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Forever</title><content type='html'>I forgot I had a blog.  Then I remembered that I had a web page where I could get online and bitch when life isn't going my way, so, here I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:Do not read the following blog, if easily offended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;My life is actually going quite wonderfully, I'm having a great semester at school, 'knock on wood', and my school work keeps me busy enough that I have an excuse to hardly ever work.  My old roommate, yeah, you know who I'm speaking of, she moved out last semester.  She was just too much for me, and I just couldn't stand her notes all over the place.  First, it was "Remove your shoes at the door", then "Please remove your hair from the drain", oh and the worst "You snore extremely loud".  Ridiculous, me? Snore? I don't snore, that's something ugly people do.  Anyway, let's just pretend for a second that I "snore", what am I suppose to do? Not sleep?  So, with all these notes all over the place it just started to get me worried, I never knew what I might find. I mean what if I came home and there was me, sitting on the toilet with a note nearby that read, "Please wipe your ass".  I think this girl just had too much time on her hands.  Anyway, she's gone, and my living situation is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since the beginning of the semester I found that I have a crush on this kid in two of my classes.  I see him about everyday, but in the whole thirteen weeks of class I've never actually had a conversion with him, but it's getting pretty serious 'cause we're friends on facebook now.  It's pretty lame though because in one of my classes he's actually in my group where we work on problems together and he sits right next to me, and still nothing.  Well, a couple of weeks ago, things changed, I mean, in class we were having a group discussion and he actually talked to me.  And me being the jackass I am, was like "Yeah, he's into me", so, I added him on facebook.  The next time I saw him we were in lecture together, and I saw him staring at me, again I'm a jackass so I thought "OMG, he likes me".  We have about four weeks of class left, so, I'm thinking I should start talking to this kid.  I made up my mind that the next time I saw him I would try and make conversion.  Sure enough I saw him in lecture one day and plan to talk to him after class.  We're walking out of class and I'm walking next him, totally oblivious to the fact that he's having a conversion with someone else, I nudge him on the shoulder and ever so smoothly nodded my head with a cool, "Hey."  He gives me a weird look and says, "Oh,...hi." and continues with his conversation.  My thoughts, "Just walk fast, put your headphones on and walk fast".  Not exactly how I planned, you know the usual, I say something funny, he laughs, and hopes to see me in class again...nope.  Good for me I don't have lecture in that class anymore, DAMN IT, he's in my other class.  Although, he might switch to another section to avoid the creepy girl that sits next to him in class.  Actually, I really don't care because I'm pretty positive that after this semester I will never see him again, so, it's cool. Besides, making a jackass out of myself is a daily ritual, who would I be if I didn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8329454459887081551?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8329454459887081551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8329454459887081551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8329454459887081551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8329454459887081551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-forever.html' title='It&apos;s Been Forever'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3514989192918696671</id><published>2007-12-11T07:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:13:37.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Decisions...</title><content type='html'>Huh, I wonder what I'm going to do next year, as far as where I'm going to live.  Decisions, decisions, I'm so bad at those.  Yeah, I'm just sitting here being unproductive, which is so unlike me.  I guess I'm just contemplating what I will be doing this summer, Kentucky was what I was really hoping for, but I suppose that can wait.  Chem. E is my biggest priority right now, and such an academic program alone is enough to keep me preoccupied for the next four years(and maybe more).  If I can successfully complete the spring semester, and do a little bit of school work over the summer I will be off to a good start for fall of 2008, and I'll be down to three years of school.  Ahh, how inspiring.  It can be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3514989192918696671?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3514989192918696671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3514989192918696671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3514989192918696671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3514989192918696671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2007/12/decisions.html' title='Decisions...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-1591415958711728168</id><published>2007-12-10T14:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:08:11.945Z</updated><title type='text'>To Poe...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here waiting to take my two hour exam, and knowing me I would be willing to bet that I will take ever minute to finish.  For some strange reason I just always seem to be the very last person to turn my exams in, anywho.  Pity, I'm just thinking about how you're probably in your bed sleeping like a baby, I hate you...not really, but I am very jealous.  I would also like to add, in regards to a few of my post, anyone who is easily offended SHOULD NOT READ MY BLOG.  This blog is written more for family members because we all tend to shared a sick sense of humor, Chan you know what I'm talking about.  I'm sure you got a kick out of my last blog.  I'm off to my exam, wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-1591415958711728168?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1591415958711728168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=1591415958711728168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1591415958711728168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/1591415958711728168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-poe.html' title='To Poe...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-8809044423991025499</id><published>2007-12-10T02:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T02:34:20.504Z</updated><title type='text'>Late Nights</title><content type='html'>So, have I mention lately that I hate school?  For those of you who know me, that would be a yes.  Recently, I've been spending about ninety percent of my waking hours studying, studying, and doing a bit more studying.  Well, the other night, which was actually the wee morning hours, I was sitting in a 24-hour library, you know, studying.  And I could just feel this huge booger in nose, and it was really in there and it even started to impair my breathing, which was quite distracting I might add.  Well, this posed a problem because I had all my study material set out just the way I liked it and if I went to the restroom I would have to pack it all up and set it up again, and that would just take to much time, time that I can't afford to waste.  So, I waited.  At that time there were three other groups studying, by five, there was only one other group and I saw my opportunity.  I'm not going to lie, I was nervous, if someone saw me picking my nose in public, I'm not sure I could keep a straight face.  So, I went for it, and no joke the kid across the room just happened to look up at me.  I did what could and tried to play off the old "my nose itched" tricked, but I could see he wasn't fooled.  He mumbled something to his friends and they all got a laugh, I, on the other hand, looked intently at my papers pretending to be fully focused and unable to trouble myself with nonsense because given the situation I had no choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8809044423991025499?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8809044423991025499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8809044423991025499&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8809044423991025499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8809044423991025499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2007/12/late-nights.html' title='Late Nights'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2190157381187711855</id><published>2007-11-26T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:45:52.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' in the groove</title><content type='html'>I love Dexter, that show is amazing.  I know it sounds bad, but that show is so good and it sucks that I have to wait a whole week before the next one is on.  And you thought you had problems...anywho, Thanksgiving was a great break from everything, mainly school and work, plus I even got a little bit of work done.  Life is pretty good, aside from the fact that I have a few minor little issues eating at me here and there.  You know, the usual, jeans a little tighter than I would like, missing an old friend, my lovely academics, and just how everything is going to fall into place.  No worries though, it's a waste of time.  So, as soon as I finish up with this I'll study a bit more, get some breakfast, go to class, go to work, and then crash as soon as I get home.  Yeah, my sleep schedule is a bit off, but somehow I feel so much more productive, I think it's because there isn't as many distractions from midnight to eight in the morning.  Who knew?  Other than that, my life is just as boring as it was yesterday.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2190157381187711855?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2190157381187711855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2190157381187711855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2190157381187711855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2190157381187711855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2007/11/gettin-in-groove.html' title='Gettin&apos; in the groove'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2208872171703167695</id><published>2007-11-22T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:40:25.529Z</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...the day is finally here.  The day where I don't have to do jack, I can sit around all day, and eat as much as I want.  At my house eating is kind of a big thing and at any family get togethers it's a none stop activity.  Anywho, I should probably go get around before we eat because according to other family members I'm not the most prompt person, whatever.  HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2208872171703167695?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2208872171703167695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2208872171703167695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2208872171703167695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2208872171703167695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-2430635843914771224</id><published>2007-11-14T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:52:48.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Cottage cheese legs and ugly days</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those mornings where you look in the mirror and it looks as though you had a fat ass glass of ugly before you went to bed?  Yeah, this morning was one of those days, not only did I feel ugly but my jeans have gotten considerable tighter in the past few weeks.  And that freshman fifteen, which I swore I wasn't going to put on, LIE.  For anyone who might just randomly be reading this, I might be getting a little chubby, but over the summer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I looked good&lt;/span&gt; (Chan I put a little twang in there just for you).  It was a bit odd, I had a crazed obsession with running(with a little bit of swimming and biking mixed in there) over the summer, there was something that just made me go.  Oh, and believe me I was called crazy several times, especially on the days I would run eight miles in 95 degree weather.  Hopefully, I can get back into the groove soon, last week I ran twice or three times, but I don't quite have my niche back yet.  Days like today don't help with that too much because it's just one of those times where you wake up and you kind of know the rest of the day is going to suck balls.  I'm tired, I have a test to study for, and I go to work in three hours, it's been a busy week, soon to turn into a busy weekend, but after Monday, THANKSGIVING BREAK!  Ahh, that is music to my ears.  Not that my life is too stressful, I tend to do that to myself because procrastination makes for long nights which doesn't go so well with my early morning classes.  By the way Keel, I'm glad you got a good laugh the other day, unfortunately today is a bit boring and I don't feel too much like being witty.  Hope you had a good one at work! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-2430635843914771224?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2430635843914771224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=2430635843914771224&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2430635843914771224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/2430635843914771224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2007/11/ever-have-one-of-those-mornings-where.html' title='Cottage cheese legs and ugly days'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-3027623606300085711</id><published>2007-11-14T07:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T10:11:22.409Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny how things work out</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here, with my skittles and liquid crack(the dew) in hand, smiling about a letter from a friend. And when I say from a friend, I mean from the combined effort of my two roommates...ahh, the love.  Through the duration of my experience with my two new friends each conflict was "resolved" through letters and notes on a dry erase board because an actually face-to-face conversion would require a little too much maturity.  But tonight was the night, I decided to put my foot down and put a stop to the MADNESS.  Well, after I read what they had to say about me that is, and after doing so I couldn't have been more shocked.  I mean apparently I "snore extremely loud" and they had seriously considered getting ear plugs, but this posed a problem for them because they wouldn't be able to hear the alarm in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I couldn't help but contemplating what my roommates had said, the words "you snore extremely loud" just kept running through my head and they started to bring back childhood memories.  Memories of camping with my sister, a sister who didn't mind smacking me in the face just to get me to turn over because the noise that came from my mouth was too loud to allow someone next to me to sleep.  Not only did I "snore" but apparently, on other camping occasions, I attempted to snuggle with my other sister, Pity.  She did not appreciate this.  What she didn't know was that, when the covers got a little too warm I've always had a tendency, when I was alone, to flail half of my body over the covers, which gave me a happy medium, not too hot and not too cold.  When in the process of doing so, my sister just happened to be where my arm and leg would go in my flailing motion.  And since I am an extremely heavy sleeper the concept of another person next to me didn't really click, even after I did it the second or third time.  Then there was the hotel in Tennessee which at that point in my life, I had a bad reputation as a sleeping partner.  This led to the drawing of a name, a name to find out who would be the unfortunate sibling who had to share the bed with me.  It just happened to be my much older sister who was pregnant at the time and one who valued her sleep.  I didn't sleep too well that night because before bed she swore she would kill me if I tried to "snuggle".  I wasn't about to cross her, and seeing as how I am completely dysfunctional when I sleep, I knew it was very possible for me to do something that would annoy her, so, I ended up just kind of lying there for about eight hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I suppose I can sympathize with my roommates, I guess they're screwed until May.  The interesting thing is that I used to not really sleep there because I was more comfortable staying at my sister's place, and I was hardly ever at my dorm/apartment(technically it's a one bedroom apartment that I share with two other people).  Well, during the time when I wasn't around much, I would find my belongings being tampered with for no logical reason other than my roommate being inconsiderate and having control issues(lucky for them I never returned the favor).  Finally I demanded the happenings to stop, and they did.  The problem was, when I was at my dorm I started to become paranoid about my belongings and my sensitivity didn't help the situation, so, my life was hell.  Even though it's only been a couple months I've come a long way in putting things in perspective and all-in-all, life is good.  But as far as my snoring goes, if it's not karma, then I guess it just sucks to be my roommates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-3027623606300085711?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3027623606300085711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=3027623606300085711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3027623606300085711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/3027623606300085711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2007/11/funny-how-things-work-out.html' title='Funny how things work out'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-8194116051877171135</id><published>2007-11-14T03:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T04:23:25.163Z</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Roommates</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is true, I have been blessed with the best roommates ever!  Funny story, one of them was so kind as to purposely turn the light switch so my alarm clock would automatically turn off, but lucky for me it wasn't really a problem because they were kind enough to make just enough noise this morning so that I didn't really need my alarm anyway.  I can't really do much other than laugh at this point because even though I was quite angry this morning, I really am blessed.  Although I am a little worried about heading home(I've been on campus all day, like most) because I'm never sure what it is that I might find, my wash clothe a little dirty for some unapparent reason(creepy) or my razor displaced from where it normally is, who knows.  I've finally started hiding all personal items, and sitting here thinking about it I suppose I can't really call that place home though.  I spend most of my days tucked away studying in some random building or hanging out in the ever so wonderful atmosphere of my sister's place, where their second couch has become my favorite place to sleep.  It's a little bit odd, this I know, but sometimes I believe people do what it is they have to just to get by and a good night's sleep where I feel welcome is sometimes just enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the matter of school, I'm not as hot as I once was, but not anything another semester of school can't fixed.  So, I might be retaking a few of my classes, big deal.  Initially, the idea of such a thing could easily bring me to tears, stupidity wasn't something I had to deal with, until recently that is.  Actually, the truth is I've never been too bright, it's just that until now I had the mentality that I "know it all".  I must say it's quite a humbling experience to wake up and find that you're in the real world and that you don't know much of anything.  It's all good though because Thanksgiving is just around the corner and that means food and family.  Two words that have always went hand-in-hand.  Last night my sister and I were laughing about the stupid things we used to do.  No wait, my sister was laughing because she farted, loud.  Then we started discussing how dysfunctional our sense of humor is, which is shared by just about everyone in our family.  Some to a further extent than others, like my sister and my brother-in-law, it's quite disturbing at times, but always gets a few good laughs.  That's one of my favorite things about my family, no matter what the situation is, there are always laughs involved.  And when I say that it doesn't matter what the situation is, I mean it.  Well, I suppose I should get back to studying because my next exam is for one of the classes, which is on the list of classes that I'm not allowed to retake(it's my own personal list).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-8194116051877171135?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8194116051877171135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=8194116051877171135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8194116051877171135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/8194116051877171135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2007/11/joy-of-roommates.html' title='The Joy of Roommates'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774194052097105231.post-7296377662105490511</id><published>2007-11-11T00:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:33:57.417Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, procrastinating...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I should be studying for my Chemistry exam, but I don't really feel like it.  I was looking over Chandra's blog, and I just couldn't not laugh.  She's inspired me to make my own blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774194052097105231-7296377662105490511?l=ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7296377662105490511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774194052097105231&amp;postID=7296377662105490511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7296377662105490511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774194052097105231/posts/default/7296377662105490511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucandoanythingelse.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahh-procrastinating.html' title='Ahh, procrastinating...'/><author><name>Kirst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00625541791849055332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyomiQ-Z6K4/SmX2zJ0SaZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KsuvuRXQmg4/S220/Kirstyns+Camera+901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
