<?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-6813260800217378967</id><updated>2011-08-02T16:21:37.608-05:00</updated><category term='A Million Little Pieces'/><category term='technology'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='finance'/><category term='new look'/><category term='hippie'/><category term='Owl City'/><category term='Madden 11'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='november'/><category term='What Women Want'/><category term='documentary'/><category term='migrate'/><category term='art'/><category term='flower'/><category term='procrastinate'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='library'/><category term='misery'/><category term='automatic doors'/><category term='pool'/><category term='Soap Net'/><category term='summer'/><category term='t-shirt'/><category term='novel'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='elephant'/><category term='class'/><category term='Smoking'/><category term='concert'/><category term='morning'/><category term='Heinz'/><category term='uniform'/><category term='Colts homecoming'/><category term='football'/><category term='eternity'/><category term='unicycle'/><category term='Bourbon Street'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='NCIS'/><category term='notes'/><category term='broken'/><category term='telepathy'/><category term='early'/><category term='costume'/><category term='fantastic'/><category term='hatred'/><category term='dress'/><category term='The Notebook'/><category term='polar bear'/><category term='Saints'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='high waisted skirt'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='school'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='book'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='sunglasses'/><category term='Dumbo'/><category term='question'/><category term='style'/><category term='life'/><category term='Monster Ball'/><category term='Miami'/><category term='shorts'/><category term='rain'/><category term='people'/><category term='super bowl'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='Bob Marley'/><category term='blooper'/><category term='food'/><category term='ketchup packet'/><category term='happines'/><category term='super bowl 44'/><category term='Who dat'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='finals'/><category term='project'/><category term='Labor Day'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='Madden addiction'/><category term='writing'/><category term='New Orleans'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Yes, that did happen.</title><subtitle type='html'>My friends, crazy things happen. Ludicrous, embarrassing, fantastical things. Grant it, these sorts of things tend to occur more frequently in my life. Why? I'm not quite sure. Whether it is a blessing or a curse is yet to be determined.

One thing is for certain. It tends to spice things up. Add a little pizzaz to an other wise bland life. What else can I say except that, "Yes, that did happen."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-3593056154470143175</id><published>2010-10-28T12:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:53:49.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hippie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloweezy Time</title><content type='html'>Since I am the procrastinator extroadinaire, I realized today was crunch time as far as Halloween costumes go. I've know for days that I want to be a hippie (it speaks to my inner personality), I just had not bought the costume yet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I checked out of work a bit early in order to conquer the costume shopping world. I hit up all the classic shops, but none of the hippie outfits really were what I wanted. I did not want a sparkly, hooch costume. Too typical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally took my search online, hoping it wouldn't be too late. That's when I found it. Not only the perfect hippie outfit, but also the faux leather, knee high boots with flower cut out. Want to see what it looks like, click the title of this post. Fabulous right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.halloweencostumes.com/sexy-hippie-girl-dress.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-3593056154470143175?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.halloweencostumes.com/sexy-hippie-girl-dress.html' title='Halloweezy Time'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/3593056154470143175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloweezy-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3593056154470143175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3593056154470143175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloweezy-time.html' title='Halloweezy Time'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-1953821887606521881</id><published>2010-08-10T12:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:38:42.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madden addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madden 11'/><title type='text'>How You Know Your Boyfriend is a Madden-Addict</title><content type='html'>Maddiction is very common among teen and young adult males. Does someone you know suffer from this condition? Not sure how to tell? Here is a quick guide. If the symptoms sound all too familiar to you, seek help immediately. Maddiction can lead to loss of social life, bed sores, and brain deadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;You showed up to Madden Gras 11&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, this is a baby sign that must be paired with other symptoms. This fact alone does not in any way make you a Madden addict, but it can be a precursor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;You googled videos before the game was released&lt;/strong&gt;. That's right, you had enough time on your hands to sit around and GOOGLE Madden 11 videos. This allowed you to rally your addiction days or weeks before the game even came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;You had a countdown&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope for your sake that you didn't because if you show signs of this symptom, you are undoubtedly maddicted. I'm talking a physical countdown i.e. on your computer, on a calendar, numbers you rip off, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;You got the game at midnight&lt;/strong&gt; (obviously). A true maddict MUST get the game at midnight, you all need your fix after all. You probably showed up around an hour or so ahead of time. I understand you're excited, but this symptom shows your addiction is taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;You play&lt;/strong&gt;. And play. And play. And oh yeah, did we mention play? A full-blown maddiction case needs a lot of time dedication. When you're not working or eating, you're playing Madden of course. You will decline social engagements, reject telephone calls and even avoid unnecessary bathroom trips if it means five more minutes of Madden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are five tell-tale signs that you or someone you know is suffering from Maddiction. If this sounds like you, do not stop playing Madden all together for you will suffer from severe withdrawl that may cause you to curl up into the fetal position and whimper. Rather, make attempts to be sociable and alott time for other activities (besides playing Madden, talking about Madden, staring at Madden...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're maddicted, I wish you luck. Maddiction has already claimed so many young lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-1953821887606521881?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://alltalksports.wordpress.com/2007/09/20/are-you-addicted-to-madden/' title='How You Know Your Boyfriend is a Madden-Addict'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/1953821887606521881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-you-know-your-boyfriend-is-madden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1953821887606521881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1953821887606521881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-you-know-your-boyfriend-is-madden.html' title='How You Know Your Boyfriend is a Madden-Addict'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-8192834510420422033</id><published>2010-03-25T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:09:09.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoking'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeve</title><content type='html'>Quick rant about a new pet peeve that I just found out I have.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am walking briskly across campus to my class, and a boy is walking in front of me. Average height, average weight, normal clothes. Nothing seems wrong with that right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every puff he took of his nicotine cigarette blew back into my face. I tried to walk slower, it still got to me. I tried to pass him up but couldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smokers: think of the people down wind from you! I don't want your smoke. Thanks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-8192834510420422033?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/8192834510420422033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/03/pet-peeve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/8192834510420422033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/8192834510420422033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/03/pet-peeve.html' title='Pet Peeve'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-3502736791249308817</id><published>2010-03-24T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:10:26.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polar bear'/><title type='text'>Earth</title><content type='html'>Thanks to god's gift, Netflix, I am able to watch any assortment of random movies that I feel necessary. This past week, I received Earth in the mail... the documentary about the planet that was released a few years ago on Earth Day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it came to theaters, I really wanted to see it but never got around to it (story of my film-viewing life). When I slid the DVD into the television, I was slightly nervous. I had built this documentary up so much that I feared it would fall way below expectations. I mean a documentary about the Earth... how exciting could it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved it! I want to watch it everyday for the rest of my life. Okay, that's a stretch but it was really good. And informative. And gorgeous! The scenery made me want to run outside and hike up the nearest mountain and then jump down a waterfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention, the narrator may be the best voice I have heard (besides Morgan Freeman and the Allstate guy, of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sad at some points. The caribou getting hunted didn't exactly put a smile on my face. Neither did the baby elephant that was lost from it's herd. Still, it did have the funny and happy and interesting parts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random fact that I learned, mother polar bears hibernate and do not eat for 5 months; at the end of the five months, they have lost half of their body weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'm saying is that if I don't eat for five months, I better lose more than half of my body weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next to come in the mail is &lt;a href="http://uk.imdb.com/title/tt1331025/"&gt;The September Issue&lt;/a&gt;, a documentary about the making of the September Vogue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click the title of this post to watch Earth trailer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-3502736791249308817?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkA-2Mg181k' title='Earth'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/3502736791249308817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/03/earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3502736791249308817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3502736791249308817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/03/earth.html' title='Earth'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-5622505402995249213</id><published>2010-02-19T12:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:10:56.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer</title><content type='html'>Okay, I thought of an answer to all my questions. Easy peasy. I'm going to start my own business, a business which I feel we have a great need for in today's caffeine driven world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;offee delivery servic&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Details to come.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I know right! I'm a genius.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-5622505402995249213?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/5622505402995249213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/5622505402995249213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/5622505402995249213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/answer.html' title='Answer'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-7160213741097773253</id><published>2010-02-19T12:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:09:23.878-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soap Net'/><title type='text'>The Big Question</title><content type='html'>Well, my friends, it's hard to admit, but I'm growing up. I wouldn't say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grown&lt;/span&gt; up yet. That's a stretch, but I can admit that I am in the process. Unfortunately. And do you know what that means? It means that I have to start making important decisions. Important, life determining, no going back decisions. Am I getting my point across?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I might be being a smidge dramatic, but they are definitely important decisions. Graduate school after graduation? Or law school? Where? And what exactly is the LSAT? I feel as though I should know these answers already....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, who can't pay her water bill on time, is expected to plan an entire life. No sir-ee bob. Can't someone else do it for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think that I would be allocating all my time to pondering over these ominous choices. What do I do instead? I watch Soap net all day. Beverly Hills 90210 (the old one of course), followed by The OC, and closed up with One Tree Hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now's the wake up call. WAKE UP and start thinking. Get it? Got it. GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-7160213741097773253?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/7160213741097773253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7160213741097773253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7160213741097773253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-question.html' title='The Big Question'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-7783086189618999982</id><published>2010-02-09T16:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:08:11.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colts homecoming'/><title type='text'>A Sad Colts Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100208/SPORTS03/2090305&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where were all their fans? You best believe our boys in Black and Gold would have received a drunken, party homecoming regardless of win or lose. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't want to copy and paste, simply click the title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-7783086189618999982?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100208/SPORTS03/2090305' title='A Sad Colts Homecoming'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/7783086189618999982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-colts-homecoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7783086189618999982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7783086189618999982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-colts-homecoming.html' title='A Sad Colts Homecoming'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-7600547880924454672</id><published>2010-02-08T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:34:57.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new look'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heinz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketchup packet'/><title type='text'>New Heinz Packets</title><content type='html'>How adorable are these new Heinz packets? The revamped packets bring a new chic to condiments. I can't wait to see them in my local fast food chains!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/S3Dz1AZJ3GI/AAAAAAAAADc/bBtFKdYmj7w/s200/22139_892879804785_23416758_51234811_7180710_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436112842200308834" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-7600547880924454672?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/7600547880924454672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-heinz-packets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7600547880924454672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7600547880924454672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-heinz-packets.html' title='New Heinz Packets'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/S3Dz1AZJ3GI/AAAAAAAAADc/bBtFKdYmj7w/s72-c/22139_892879804785_23416758_51234811_7180710_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-6176974027302250558</id><published>2010-02-08T23:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:41:01.902-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl 44'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bourbon Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who dat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saints'/><title type='text'>SB44. World Champions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/S3Dyu820i5I/AAAAAAAAADU/_sK4HjIZT8k/s1600-h/2010020801267_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/S3Dyu820i5I/AAAAAAAAADU/_sK4HjIZT8k/s200/2010020801267_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111638660156306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black and Gold won the Superbowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fairy tale ending to a fairy tale season. How did I see the 31-17 win? On a balcony on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bourbon Street. Who Dat, baby?! A picture speaks a thousand words. The Former 'Aints, we ain't yo daddy's Saints! Today, Monday, February 9 is declared a personal holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saints go all the way, Saints go all the way, I believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/S3D1DsK4FiI/AAAAAAAAADs/6LU6Zw1xGDE/s400/21870_1267272881220_1211730339_31061561_2927967_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436114193981380130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture of Bourbon Street after the win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-6176974027302250558?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/playoffs/2009/news/story?id=4897491' title='SB44. World Champions.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/6176974027302250558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/sb44-world-champions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/6176974027302250558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/6176974027302250558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/02/sb44-world-champions.html' title='SB44. World Champions.'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/S3Dyu820i5I/AAAAAAAAADU/_sK4HjIZT8k/s72-c/2010020801267_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-3337190915099847963</id><published>2010-01-28T19:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:32:43.038-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saints'/><title type='text'>Making History.</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, I had to honor to be in a place that made history. Where? you ask. The New Orleans Superdome. I cheered on the 2009 Saints team to their first NFC Championship, and their first trip to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super bowl!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/S2I6obPyl5I/AAAAAAAAADM/pPVwgjKxe9s/s200/tom-bensonjpg-718e9e8e64b28856_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431968566745405330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it an easy game? No. No one has ever accused the Saints of making it easy. It went into overtime after a Favre interception in the dwindling minutes of regular time. Then, with the Saints &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wining the coin toss, Robey had a spectacular return. Hartley booted in a chip shot field goal to sent the former Aints into SB44.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears shed, hugs flew, jaws dropped. It was ecstasy and shock that filled the Superdome air along with the firework smoke and black and gold confetti. Here we were, America's new team, headed to the biggest game of all time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm still in shock honestly. On the drive back to Baton Rouge, the Crescent City Connection was bumper to bumper traffic with people trying to get downtown and join the festivities. Did people mind the traffic? No. They hopped out their cars dancing, blaring "Stand Up and Get Crunk". Horns honked and honked and honked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is "Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints!" See you in Miami boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-3337190915099847963?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sports-ak.espn.go.com/nfl/clubhouse?team=nor' title='Making History.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/3337190915099847963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/01/making-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3337190915099847963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3337190915099847963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/01/making-history.html' title='Making History.'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/S2I6obPyl5I/AAAAAAAAADM/pPVwgjKxe9s/s72-c/tom-bensonjpg-718e9e8e64b28856_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-3167450025377143461</id><published>2010-01-19T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:36:42.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misery'/><title type='text'>Complete Misery</title><content type='html'>First. Day. Of School. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-3167450025377143461?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/3167450025377143461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/01/complete-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3167450025377143461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3167450025377143461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/01/complete-misery.html' title='Complete Misery'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-2707160849654570031</id><published>2010-01-02T15:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:09:28.007-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monster Ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantastic'/><title type='text'>The Monster Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/Sz_DBWIcDgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ae9eYHJSfgA/s1600-h/17474_1299024842094_1424595343_30834684_2501035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/Sz_DBWIcDgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ae9eYHJSfgA/s200/17474_1299024842094_1424595343_30834684_2501035_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422266904265625090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how it took so long, but I am finally blogging about the Lady Gaga concert, the Monster Ball. After seeing her two hour show, if there was any doubt about her fabulousity to the extreme, it has now been cleared. Gaga-licious put on a crowd rocking, uber crazy extravaganza. It was more than anything I could have dreamed of and she has established herself as the queen of trendy, the queen of now. Was it outrageou? Of course, but would you expect any less?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her opening acts were Semi Precious Weapon and Jason Derulo. Semi Precious Weapon was an odd cup of tea for this drinker, but entertaining none the less. Jason Derulo was mediocre, but I only knew one song of his (Whatcha Say). Still, the lackluster opening performances were soon forgotten as soon as Gagas appeared in a vision of lights with her little alien dancers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She danced. She sang. She changed outfits. And changed outfits. And changed outfits. And most importantly, she connected with the fans, little monsters as we liked to be called. Her dry wit and sarcastic personality shined through, and she even addressed her "is she a man" rumors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/Sz_DP_WQT0I/AAAAAAAAADE/9J6swj4l29M/s200/17474_1299026122126_1424595343_30834688_1759359_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422267155847597890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and I were engrossed as soon as we landed on Planet Gaga. We were dancing and singing the entire night, along with the five gay men behind us and the drag queen dressed as Gaga a few rows in front of us. We also got into the spirit of Ga. We both adorned ourselves in adequate amounts of glitter bottomed off by stiletto heels. Outrageous hairdos and out of this world makeup were musts. I mean, come on, how many times does one get to attend the Monster Ball?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banging on the piano with her feet? Appearing dressed as a black crow? Her finale in the monster ball? I simply can't choose a favorite moment. She tweeted that day "New Orleans show me your teeth", and we bared them all embracing the singing sensation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is, I wish the Monster Ball was every night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, click the title of the post to see a hilar moment at a Gaga concert where an overzealous fan threw a bouquet of flowers at her during a performance, hitting her square in the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-2707160849654570031?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hiphoprx.com/2010/01/01/raw-footage-lady-gaga-hit-in-the-head-slapped-by-bouquet-of-flowers-at-concert/' title='The Monster Ball'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/2707160849654570031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/01/monster-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2707160849654570031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2707160849654570031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2010/01/monster-ball.html' title='The Monster Ball'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/Sz_DBWIcDgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ae9eYHJSfgA/s72-c/17474_1299024842094_1424595343_30834684_2501035_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-8103754478709162835</id><published>2009-12-09T20:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:17:56.908-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Million Little Pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owl City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I have updates that I have neglected to give you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I will be a lucky member of the audience at Lady Gaga's concert later this month. I am ecstatic and cannot wait! I will be wearing full costume, wig, face paint, attire. Pictures will follow. I've attached a link so you can find a tour date near you. (Just click this post's title, Updates) I also changed this week's quote in honor of Gaga. This is from an interview she did with a Canadian reporter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. More concert news. For my birthday, I received tickets to see Owl City in February. I have been a huge fan since last April and am really looking forward to the concert. It is held at small venue, so it should be quite intimate and personal. It's further away then Gaga, but I have quite a bit to look forward to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 84px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SyBZHponxbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FCUunQuqneA/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413424740069524914" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I just read "A Million Little Pieces" this past week. It was intense and beautifully frightening. I know there was quite a bit of scandal involving the facts in the novel, but the overall message and journey is still worth reading. I could not put it down, although at some parts it got tough to follow. It is written as a stream of consciousness, ignoring basic grammatical rules. It gives a glimpse into the twisted and dysfunctional life of an addict. I read it more as a fictional novel than an actual autobiography due to the fact that many of his accounts were fabricated and exaggerated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-8103754478709162835?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tourtracker.com/artist/lady-gaga/796377' title='Updates'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/8103754478709162835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/8103754478709162835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/8103754478709162835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SyBZHponxbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FCUunQuqneA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-1582468324383819905</id><published>2009-12-09T19:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:05:04.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Procrastination at its Finest.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to finals, I really have perfected my ability to procrastinate. Don't get me wrong, my skills were quite well before this week, but since Monday, I have gone to an entire new level of not-studying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to an intense regiment of library hours-usually from noon till midnight-my ADD has taken a new and intense turn. Simple things seem to capture to my attention and draw me away from my purpose. The distractions are welcomed focuses other than notes and text books pages, study guides and flashcards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One second I am focusing on this...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SyBWFUIzFJI/AAAAAAAAACk/pL3VCQfv7Qg/s1600-h/IMG_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SyBWFUIzFJI/AAAAAAAAACk/pL3VCQfv7Qg/s200/IMG_0179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413421401404282002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then my vision has shifted to counting tiles on the wall! I honestly counted how many dots are on each square. What is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SyBWFjS3NdI/AAAAAAAAACs/farjx5ipv1o/s200/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413421405473027538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube and Facebook have been my influencing accomplices. On the upside, it is Wednesday, and I only have three more. Three more till Holiday Freedom. Three more till Sleep and Television and Lounging. Oh how I cannot wait! I'm simply beaming with the anticipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have wasted a sufficient and respectable amount of time, it is time to refocus on my management notes. They won't read themselves you know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-1582468324383819905?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/1582468324383819905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/procrastination-at-its-finest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1582468324383819905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1582468324383819905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/procrastination-at-its-finest.html' title='Procrastination at its Finest.'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SyBWFUIzFJI/AAAAAAAAACk/pL3VCQfv7Qg/s72-c/IMG_0179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-7677743930203892588</id><published>2009-12-08T20:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:25:51.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heartfelt Letter to Finals</title><content type='html'>Dear Finals,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you. You deprive me of quality time with all my loved ones such as Pillow, Television, and Lazyness. I really wish you would leave and never come back. You're ruining my life. Life ruiner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-7677743930203892588?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/7677743930203892588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartfelt-letter-to-finals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7677743930203892588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7677743930203892588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartfelt-letter-to-finals.html' title='A Heartfelt Letter to Finals'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-6910065878841490386</id><published>2009-12-05T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:11:22.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='automatic doors'/><title type='text'>Yes, that did happen.</title><content type='html'>Today, I meandered my way to the library in a daze at 9:30 in the morning as was my routine. I have a break in between classes and try to spend it productively, although it usually consists of facebooking and googling. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my barely conscious state, I stepped to the automatic sliding doors, not giving heed or paying an ounce of attention. BOOM. The automatic doors closed on me. I was startled and confused, the daze disappearing as the door pressed on my arm, trying to squish me between it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl behind me is laughing as I let out what can only be typed as a GAHHH. After I squeezed through successfully and unharmed, I giggled at myself too. How can an automatic door close on you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that did happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-6910065878841490386?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/6910065878841490386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-that-did-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/6910065878841490386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/6910065878841490386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-that-did-happen.html' title='Yes, that did happen.'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-6294553510136598867</id><published>2009-12-01T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:07:58.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high waisted skirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Are you there blog?</title><content type='html'>Once again, I have neglected you. The start of another month is upon us. November seemed to fly by, and it was afterall my birthday month. School and work were the priorities and not to mention football. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Who Dats are out in full force, as my boys march on undefeated in the league. Who dat say they gonna beat dem Saints? Who dat! For my birthday, I was lucky enough to get a Brees jersey. I considered wearing it for an entire week without taking it off, but I figured it would start to smell and people would judge me. Needless to say, I nixed that idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving consisted of gorging myself into oblivion and passing out from food exhaustion. I did love my outfit for the day of celebration though. It consisted of a high waisted black skirt with a white tucked in tank and a green sweater. I also sported black stockings with black heeled booties. I have to commend myself on my style fashion. I can look good when I want to, I just rarely want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully December will bring more excitement, and more blog dedication on my part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-6294553510136598867?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/6294553510136598867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-there-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/6294553510136598867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/6294553510136598867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-there-blog.html' title='Are you there blog?'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-5729052252690785455</id><published>2009-11-04T08:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:01:09.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The Beginning of November</title><content type='html'>To update you, Halloween was not as rambunctious as expected. I ended up not feeling 100% and only dressed in costume on Halloween's eve. From Saturday afternoon till Sunday Night, I slept 22 out of the 27 hours. I finally had to go to the doctor on Sunday and get a shot in the rear. It was a horrific experience that I try not to relive. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Sunday came to beginning of the month of November, which in my opinion is the best month. Not only is it my birth month, but I began my first NaNoWriMo. The goal is to write 1,667 words a day to reach a grand total of 50,000 words by the end of the month, a nice sized novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a lot of stress right now, and I am of course behind. School is bogging me down, and work is getting in the way as well. I will post a clip of my ingenious work in a day or two. I do love the plot and am trying to develop the characters right now. It is a work of unparalleled insanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-5729052252690785455?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/5729052252690785455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/5729052252690785455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/5729052252690785455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning-of-november.html' title='The Beginning of November'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-6832173766985219854</id><published>2009-10-30T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:04:21.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Funday Friday</title><content type='html'>Hello Friday! I have been counting down the days till your arrival. I cannot wait to fully enjoy you. Yes, I do have class till 11:30. Yes, I do have a test at 1:30. And yes, I do have work till 6. After that though, Friday, you are all mine! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plans for this Halloween's Eve: costume party. I will be attending as a referee. Unoriginal? Yes. I usually pride myself on my originality, but I have been rather busy these days and just threw this together. On the bright side, I will have a whistle as well as yellow flags. I plan on throwing the flags everywhere. It will be quite entertaining to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, on Sunday starts NaNoWriMo. I attached the link to the post. It is basically a mayhem month of off the cuff writing. I am reasonably nervous, and I will keep you updated on how my writing pans out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I finished "Are you there Vodka? It's me, Chelsea". It is laugh out loud funny and an easy read. I might read it again to find the best quotes. Ten out of ten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au revoir! I am off to embrace my Friday. May the spirits of Halloween be with you. And remember... Trick? or Treat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-6832173766985219854?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nanowrimo.org/' title='Funday Friday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/6832173766985219854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/funday-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/6832173766985219854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/6832173766985219854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/funday-friday.html' title='Funday Friday'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-4946788848134977002</id><published>2009-10-26T12:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:01:03.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Economic Boost</title><content type='html'>Three tests last week as well as paper made my week miserable, obviously. My face broke out like a caged animal and my hair shed like an aged golden retrievers. There exists only one logical remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail. Therapy. I did just get my monthly paycheck three days ago. It has spent enough time just sitting in my bank account. How would you like to just sit around in a vault? I can't treat my money that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, measley paycheck, I will set you free. And hopefully replace you with a black skirt or trendy dress. Maybe even a new pair of stilettos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-4946788848134977002?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/4946788848134977002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/economic-boost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/4946788848134977002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/4946788848134977002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/economic-boost.html' title='Economic Boost'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-8164615694096876503</id><published>2009-10-14T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:25:35.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision reached</title><content type='html'>Off the wall bizarre it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-8164615694096876503?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/8164615694096876503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-reached.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/8164615694096876503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/8164615694096876503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-reached.html' title='Decision reached'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-2206026278644476075</id><published>2009-10-07T08:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:10:13.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A decision</title><content type='html'>I have decided to embark upon a writing journey of great dedication. In the month of November, I will participate in Nanowrimo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details concerning plot and characters will be posted when they are decided. Right now, I am trying to decide the overall feel. Comical satire? Or off the wall bizarre?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-2206026278644476075?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/2206026278644476075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2206026278644476075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2206026278644476075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision.html' title='A decision'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-7595494044164240818</id><published>2009-10-03T10:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:24:22.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to see you, October.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SsdspGMaMgI/AAAAAAAAACY/wMw-slO4UAE/img_1.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello october! It appears I shall spend you studying. Quite the downer. Yet pumpkins and coffee do have a certain charm together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-7595494044164240818?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/7595494044164240818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice-to-see-you-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7595494044164240818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7595494044164240818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice-to-see-you-october.html' title='Nice to see you, October.'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SsdspGMaMgI/AAAAAAAAACY/wMw-slO4UAE/s72-c/img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-1312847706710145929</id><published>2009-10-02T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:10:27.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>I have just finished Dan Brown's newest adventure, &lt;em&gt;The Lost Symbol&lt;/em&gt;. I must say, he once again delivers a twisting and thrilling plot. It is action packed, yet challenges the reader to consider the impossible. Warning: do &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; read if you have a lot of school work to do, for once you begin, you will not be able to put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My review: **** (4 out of 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot takes many unexpected twists, and each chapter ends with something that makes you &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to keep reading. It also presented many concepts that I had never heard of before, thus google was a key companion while going through the novel. The only problem I had was the ending. It seemed the build up and the conclusion were not quite in sync. Overall, a must read if you are a Dan Brown fan. I would recommend it to anyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-1312847706710145929?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/1312847706710145929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1312847706710145929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1312847706710145929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-2878023717726612617</id><published>2009-10-01T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:06:09.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>Human Migration</title><content type='html'>Today, my friends, I witnessed a great scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a slightly chilly Wednesday morning, and I found myself rising from slumber at an ungodly hour: 6 a.m. My reasons were valid for I had to finish typing a mass communications paper due at 8:30. Without my trusted mactop, it left me one option--the library. Thus, I intended to be the first one there at 7 a.m. when the great doors would open, revealing the needed computers inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I groggily drove to school, found an amazing parking spot (for who else would be up at this time?), and began the treck to the ominous building as the sun began to sparkle above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked in a trance-like state, I noticed something odd. Fellow students began to file in in front, behind, and on sides on me, following the same path as I. This is when I realized. I was a part of the 6:45 migration to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful thing to witness, and I realized it probably happened everyday. Yet, this was my first experience seeing the mass migration. Each student had the same sleep deprived gaze and slight drool running down from the corners of their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oy vey!"&lt;/em&gt; I thought. "&lt;em&gt;Look at what I have been missing!&lt;/em&gt;" I chuckled to myself and made a mental note to blog about it. I then quickened my pace in an attempt to beat the girl walking next to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-2878023717726612617?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/2878023717726612617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/human-migration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2878023717726612617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2878023717726612617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/human-migration.html' title='Human Migration'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-2789108105919530568</id><published>2009-09-22T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:57:38.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><title type='text'>Au revoir, mon Mac.</title><content type='html'>Dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write to you in great dismay. I have lost someone near and dear to me. She was a great part of my life, and yet she is no more. I find myself lost as well as bored without her; I am cut off from society when she is not with me. Oh Penelope! Come back, my fair white, come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true. Penelope is no longer with us, or me to be more precise. Her delicate Macbook screen was broken a few days ago, and she has been rendered useless. I have shipped her off to the great Macbook goddess, offering her monetary compensation if she may so heal the blackened screen. Unfortunately, the Macbook is quite busy, and Penelope will not be with me for a solid two weeks. Whatever shall I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already feeling withdrawals without my trusted Mactop. In class, I am reduced to taking notes with pen and paper. Imagine the horror! Facebook and Twitter have become unattainable goods to my technologically deprived being. I have to go the &lt;em&gt;library&lt;/em&gt; to type to school papers. Simply thinking about these wretched occurences make my skin crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed, Penelope. For without you, I am dying a slow and technologically painful death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-2789108105919530568?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/2789108105919530568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/au-revoir-mon-mac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2789108105919530568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2789108105919530568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/10/au-revoir-mon-mac.html' title='Au revoir, mon Mac.'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-7906287333860347546</id><published>2009-09-14T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:57:57.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Today Marks a Great Day</title><content type='html'>Football season has commenced. All rejoice. Sundays have taken on a new level of importance. All hail football, King of Cable. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-7906287333860347546?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/7906287333860347546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-marks-great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7906287333860347546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7906287333860347546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-marks-great-day.html' title='Today Marks a Great Day'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-3382869432637725406</id><published>2009-09-10T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:45:27.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicycle'/><title type='text'>The Uni Man</title><content type='html'>Hello my small, but loyal readership. If you note today's title, you may question as to what exactly that means. No, he's not a unicorn man. Oh contrare!  He is the Unicycle Man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past week, the Unicycle Man has been a hot topic on my campus. Why then do I blog about him today? Well, on the bus ride to school this morning, I spotted Unicycle Man (here to referred to as UM) following behind my bus. He was riding at the same speed as us! It reminded me of a little dog, chasing a bike. UM being the dog, the bus being the bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is UM different from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the other unicyclers? What makes him special?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UM this past weekend mastered a great feat. He unicycled 120 miles! The journey took him 15 hours. I think that this is quite an accomplishment. How many people can say they unicycled over 100 miles? Not many! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unicycle: why have two wheels, when one you can have one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-3382869432637725406?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/3382869432637725406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/uni-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3382869432637725406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3382869432637725406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/uni-man.html' title='The Uni Man'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-2282892551781902006</id><published>2009-09-07T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:21:32.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labor Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCIS'/><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Labor Day to all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the perfect labor day weekend. It began with a bar-b-que poolside. Yesterday consisted of nothing but Law &amp;amp; Order and munching on snacks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agenda for today: NCIS marathon. I'm in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-2282892551781902006?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/2282892551781902006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2282892551781902006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/2282892551781902006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-848150176460561638</id><published>2009-09-03T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:22:21.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finance'/><title type='text'>Reasons I Hate my Night Class</title><content type='html'>Finance night class from 6:30 p.m. - 9:30 p.m.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's at night. Who goes to school at night? Well me now, but I'm not happy about it. Hence the list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My teacher, who is around 75 years old, obnoxiously coughs slash clears his throat every 8 minutes. "Now, uh, finance is necessary to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ughhahahaugh&lt;/span&gt; understand the management of a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ughughah&lt;/span&gt; corporation." Aggravation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 89 year old teacher also drinks Dr. Pepper. I hate Dr. Pepper. Gross.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was 40 degrees in the classroom. I was wearing shorts and a tank top. Brrr. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guy behind me smells like gasoline. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guy to the right of me smells like smoke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nose is running.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm hungry and my stomach keeps loudly growling. Emberassing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's what I have so far. I'm sure next week when I am forced to suffer through another three hour long torture session, I may discover more reasons for hatred. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios until then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-848150176460561638?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/848150176460561638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/reasons-i-hate-my-night-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/848150176460561638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/848150176460561638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/reasons-i-hate-my-night-class.html' title='Reasons I Hate my Night Class'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-8196614008351371022</id><published>2009-09-02T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:45:40.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine and Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/Sp6E8qi5_bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FdDnfCjdT3A/s1600-h/Dodge-Park-April-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/Sp6E8qi5_bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FdDnfCjdT3A/s200/Dodge-Park-April-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376881182874664370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the perfect day. Weather wise that is. It's a comfortable 70 degrees and the sun is shining and calling me outside. Thus, on my hour break between classes I am that loser sitting outside by herself on her laptop, sipping on iced coffee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it. I love to be outside on these days, and I feel like I never get to bond with the sun anymore what with work, school, homework, and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry Sun. Today, you and I will have quality time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-8196614008351371022?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/8196614008351371022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunshine-and-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/8196614008351371022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/8196614008351371022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunshine-and-air.html' title='Sunshine and Air'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/Sp6E8qi5_bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FdDnfCjdT3A/s72-c/Dodge-Park-April-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-7302884434863349084</id><published>2009-08-31T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:44:16.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Snippet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New blog section that I will post when I find a part of an overheard conversation interesting, humorous, strange, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where: walking to class&lt;div&gt;Between: a guy and a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversation snippet: "Well you know, the most common hypothesis of cave paintings today is that they..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-7302884434863349084?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/7302884434863349084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversation-snippet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7302884434863349084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/7302884434863349084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversation-snippet.html' title='Conversation Snippet'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-3032097023945169327</id><published>2009-08-31T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:48:20.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uniform'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shorts'/><title type='text'>Life is a Fashion Show?</title><content type='html'>Please help me justify this. I simply cannot wrap my head around the idea that people dress to impress to attend class. Maybe because I was forced into a mockery of a uniform my high school life, but I do not understand. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In high school, everyone looked the same. Same shoes. Same socks. Same awful skirt. Same shirt. There was no point in fixing you hair, doing you make up or accessorizing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning at 7:50 a.m. as I awaited the bus's slow arrival, I could not help but notice how my shorts and neon yellow tank top seemed to clash with other girls prim and proper attire. Like how prim? you ask. Well, for example, a girl prances to the bus stop in a knee length, strapless pale cream dress. Her dyed blonde hair straightened to perfection and a headband is donned with a green fake flower on the side of it. I wanted to grab a watering can and sprinkle some moisture on her head, but held back the impulse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, they are lucky that I brush my teeth and slap on some make up to hide my horrendous circles. Maybe I'm the one that needs to change my wardrobe. I just can't see being so dressed up for class comfortable for the four hours that you are on campus. Not to mention all the walking around campus that you do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleh. Not for me. I'll take my shorts and t-shirts, thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-3032097023945169327?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/3032097023945169327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-fashion-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3032097023945169327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3032097023945169327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-fashion-show.html' title='Life is a Fashion Show?'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-5529120615901182154</id><published>2009-08-29T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:07:40.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Women Want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Notebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telepathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>Question for the Ages</title><content type='html'>So my sister was in religion class today and her teacher posed an interesting question to them. At least I think it's interesting. It beckons to my inner philosopher, and yes, I do have an inner philosopher. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you could have one of the following, what would it be? Live forever. Endless money. Ability to read minds. Always being happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I obviously knew that infinite money was the wrong choice in this case, so I did not consider it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I immediately ruled out the last two. The ability to read minds, although in theory sounds like a positive, the movie "What Women Want" ruined that for me. Voices in your head that you can't turn off or control... sounds like a crazy person to me. Not to mention annoying. Plus, what about that mean b-word of a girl that you know. I do NOT want to know what she thinks about me. No thanks. Also, the always being happy sounds like a winner at first too. Let's think about it though. Who wants to be happy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;? Not I. Sometimes we need to be mad or sad or chill. That's impossible when you're happy all the time. How could I cry in "The Notebook" if I was always happy. Plus, if you're happy all the time, you become accustomed to the happiness, thus your happy feeling becomes normal. Being happy would just feel like the average to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I thought about living forever. Although it could be nice, I'm not sure if the drawbacks would outweigh the benefits. You would have time to travel anywhere you wanted, and you could meet billions of interesting people. You would gain knowledge and see the world progress (or digress). Yet, everyone that you would ever meet and care about would eventually pass on and leave you. Also, I ask at what state our bodies would be. Would we keep a young adult body or would our physical being continue to decay for eternity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a complete circle and looked again at infinite money. Although money doesn't buy happiness, this option seems the most practical. The other options don't seem at all appealing and seem to point to a life full of discontent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-5529120615901182154?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/5529120615901182154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-for-ages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/5529120615901182154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/5529120615901182154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-for-ages.html' title='Question for the Ages'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-1274067747759782583</id><published>2009-08-24T11:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:44:18.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Marley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>It's official. I fell off the face of the Earth for a couple of weeks. But back I am! One note: Sorority Rush Week takes over your life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I am a functioning, social being again, I would like to fill you in on some things. First, today is the first day school. My alarm blared at 7:15 and up I rose. Unwillingly, of course. The only thing that lured me from my comfy covers was the drafting aroma of coffee being made in the kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, since I am aging and becoming a mature adult (I use the word adult loosely), I have determined to become a more sophisticated dresser. No more pajamas and unbrushed hair. I will keep you up to date on how the style makeover goes. I have little faith it will last all semester, but a girl can hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved into a new apartment, and it is the first time that I have a room to myself. It's amazing and still surprisingly clean. A lil Wayne poster hangs in the corner alongside a Bob Marley and a Bourbon art poster is above my bed. All in all, I would say the feel that my room generates is a mellow one. I'm pleased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's my update. More to come and on a regular basis, I promise. Right now, I am sitting in the coffee shop of the school library. A great place to people watch, might I add. Right now, I am watching Cyrus, the new employee, run around in a cluster of confusion as he attempts to make seven drinks at once. Always entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-1274067747759782583?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/1274067747759782583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1274067747759782583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1274067747759782583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-1283293374768261806</id><published>2009-08-03T16:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:01:16.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Day in the City</title><content type='html'>I woke up today with a mission in mind: to spend my day in some way other than sleeping and eating and roaming the house in my pajamas. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jump started from my chaotic dreams at a decent hour this morning, possibly even early. I mean I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; in a reasonably alert state before noon. Quite an impressive feat if I must say so myself. With the whole day ahead of me, I realized I could go anywhere and do anything... as long as the anywhere was reachable with a quarter tank of gas, that is. Food, always my main motivating factor, directed me to venture into the city for a dining experience that combined good taste and even better people watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to dress for the part. I mean, this is the most exciting adventure I have embarked upon in a while. I threw on a newly purchased dress, applied some make-up, and attempted to do something with my unruly hair. That &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; ended up being a side braid with my long locks whipped into a bun at the base of my neck. Overall, I decided I looked half way presentable, or at least I would not be confused with the homeless man begging on the corner. I wish I could say that scenario hasn't happened before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided upon a tourist spot to dine. After-all, the bright atmosphere and loaded nachos were impossible to pass up. My waiter, Geraldo if I'm not mistaken, unloaded his case of the Mondays on me, while I stole glances at his shinning, bald head. I couldn't help but wonder, "Did he wax his head to get it that shiny or is that a natural feature of bald men?" It is a hairless conundrum that I have been wondering about for quite some time now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After over-eating on the cheesy, jalapeno, sour cream goodness, I decided to walk around the open market, promising that it would burn off some calories and that my wallet would stay sealed closed. Unless, of course, there was something positively unique that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sauntered up and down the cart made aisles, I managed to resist the impulse to purchase every knick knack that I found slightly interesting. As I gazed at a Bob Marley four cd collection, a woman next to me picked up "The Classic Blues" cd set. I glanced over my shoulder at her and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; made awkward eye contact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; your dress!" She stated with genuineness. I couldn't help but smile back and reply with a thanks. Maybe my efforts at getting ready this morning had paid off after all. I felt slightly smug with myself to be honest. Confidence boost? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a little over an hour of meandering, I set out back to the car, holding my leftovers and two new pairs of sunglasses. Ok... I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; the sunglasses. Who knows the next time I'll be able to find a pair of neon orange sunglasses! It was a now or never situation. I chose now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few drops of rain began to pound on my shoulders, as I unlocked the car and hopped in the driver's seat. On the way home, the rain proved to make traffic horrid. As I sat behind an Escalade truck with a broken tail light, waiting for the light to turn green, I fidgeted in aggravation with my dress and grabbed the front inside by my neck. To my surprise, I felt something poke back at me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's not suppose to be there, &lt;/span&gt;I thought, still not sure what this discovery was. I glanced down only to see that the dress tag was perched between my index and thumb in the front of my dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, my dress had been on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;backwards&lt;/span&gt; the entire day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that did happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-1283293374768261806?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/1283293374768261806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1283293374768261806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/1283293374768261806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-city.html' title='A Day in the City'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-3799055913792734616</id><published>2009-08-02T16:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:17:36.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Projects and Happenings</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon, Blog World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to update you upon the current projects in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lie&lt;/span&gt; by O. H. Bennett- - This novel is about a young man who commits a grave crime, but then proceeds to lie his way out of guilt. He spins a complex web that continues to grow and where one lie turns into many others. Will he come clean? Will he get caught? Will this book be good? I'm not sure. I'm only on chapter 5. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody's Gotta Say It&lt;/span&gt; by Neal Boortz- - I have not started this non-fiction tirade against liberal thoughts, but it was in the bargain section. How could I pass it up? I obviously could not. I will keep you posted on how it turns out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SnYOimumc-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/acCoANkYFvM/s200/IMG_0117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365491993732871138" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am working on a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumbo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sketch&lt;/span&gt; ((you know. the cartoon character with big ears?)) The outline is done, but I have to finish the shading. Done in pencil on sketch paper. Don't worry. When I finish the drawing, I will be sure to post a picture of the completed product. I don't think it will take that much longer.                                                                                                                                            Note: Drawing cartoon characters might just be my favorite thing to do. It's a guilty pleasure that I have.                                                                                                &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just started on a painting the other day. A random urge to fling paint onto a canvas overcame me, and who am I to resist such urges? It is definitely far from Picasso's work, but I attempted to create a jazz scene inspired by the streets of New Orleans. In the right is a man playing the trumpet, and on the left is another person sitting down playing the drums. The background is a beige slash gray and the men and instruments are in black with yelllow accents. I began painting musical notes in lime green and yellow, but did not finish. The inspiration to create left me as sudden as it overtook me. Hopefully I will finish it one of these days. If I do, a picture will be posted of my feeble attempt at creativity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I am trying to keep myself occupied in my remaining seven days of Summer. A feat not easily accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-3799055913792734616?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/3799055913792734616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/projects-and-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3799055913792734616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/3799055913792734616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/projects-and-happenings.html' title='Projects and Happenings'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SnYOimumc-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/acCoANkYFvM/s72-c/IMG_0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813260800217378967.post-4863339806922376028</id><published>2009-08-02T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:54:02.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sunday Funday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here I am. Blogging. Definitely did not see that coming. Me? Blogger? Quite a twist, my friends, quite a twist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I assume you are asking yourself, "What is this blog? How will it enhance my life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To the latter question, it probably will not enhance your life. In fact, it may dehance it, just to warn you. As a disclaimer, I do not claim my blog will be entertaining or comical. A gal can hope, but I make no promises. Yet blog I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To the former question, I cannot answer for I have not decided what this blog is about, per-say. I do have a general idea. Life. My life. A life. Life. Think of it as more of a stream of consciousness. A jotting down of events, hopefully entertaining ones, that happen to me from day to day.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, buckle up and hold on tight. We are about to embark on a blogging ride. Accelerator will be used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6813260800217378967-4863339806922376028?l=yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/feeds/4863339806922376028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-funday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/4863339806922376028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6813260800217378967/posts/default/4863339806922376028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesthatdidhappen.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday Funday'/><author><name>Yes, that did happen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086473074619476805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5zPy1gHFQo/SplwSVSvR7I/AAAAAAAAABo/i3JH38iiXk4/S220/AfricanElephant111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
