<?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-6548553</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:45.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, in my eyes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-113285779951171717</id><published>2005-11-24T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T12:43:19.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I am thankful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. for my wonderful, supportive parents.&lt;br /&gt;2. that my best friend in the whole world is my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;3. for faith &amp; hope - things that keep us going in this world of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;4. for my friends - people who have stood by me &amp;amp; simply cared.&lt;br /&gt;5. that I fell in love with him, even if it did turn out the way it did.&lt;br /&gt;6. that I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;7. for my new job, which I am told is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;8. for new experiences, new friends&lt;br /&gt;9. for credit cards, gift certificates&lt;br /&gt;10. for the simple things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-113285779951171717?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/113285779951171717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/113285779951171717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113285779951171717' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-113081353473972505</id><published>2005-10-31T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:52:14.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Following a Lead from Kerry...</title><content type='html'>Apparently, offering sacrifices to the Great Blog God brings results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I am asking the Great Blog God for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My contract to be approved/finalized this week so I can go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;2. My dad to have a safe trip to India.&lt;br /&gt;3. My boy &amp; I to continue moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Blog God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-113081353473972505?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/113081353473972505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/113081353473972505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113081353473972505' title='Following a Lead from Kerry...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-112466519848648931</id><published>2005-08-21T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:59:58.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm....</title><content type='html'>A great quote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything was going so well, I was afraid to admit it.  I'm one of those people who believes that if you show too much pleasure when things are going your way, you run the risk of angering the gods &amp; having them snatch it all away just to keep you humble."&lt;br /&gt;-Some Things I Never Thought I'd Do, Pearl Cleage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I miss my sister....terribly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-112466519848648931?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112466519848648931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112466519848648931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112466519848648931' title='Hmm....'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-112387519141007274</id><published>2005-08-12T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:33:11.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it Happened?</title><content type='html'>Anonymous - Oh boy.  Never thought I would see the day when you fell.  You are done for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-112387519141007274?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112387519141007274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112387519141007274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112387519141007274' title='Has it Happened?'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-112385527909647620</id><published>2005-08-12T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T09:01:32.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Boy-am I confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're cold I'll keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;If you're low just hold on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will be your safety&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't leave home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I arrived when you were weak&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you weaker, like a child&lt;br /&gt;Now all your love you give to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is all I need&lt;br /&gt;-Dido, "Don't Leave Home"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-112385527909647620?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112385527909647620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112385527909647620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112385527909647620' title='Confused'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-112326982499925357</id><published>2005-08-05T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:23:45.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>I'm a weirdo...I've gotten to the point where stupid lyrics appear as they are speaking directly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a cue from my sister...here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a daydream, we're getting somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm kissing your lips and running fingers through your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm as nervous as you 'bout making it right&lt;br /&gt;Though we know we were wrong, we can' t give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you and me we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Walking free in harmony&lt;br /&gt;One fine day we' ll run away&lt;br /&gt;Don' t you know that Rome wasn' t built in a day&lt;br /&gt;You and me we're meant to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-112326982499925357?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112326982499925357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112326982499925357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112326982499925357' title='Wow...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-112266512623755913</id><published>2005-07-29T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:25:26.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy 19th Birthday, Eva!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-112266512623755913?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112266512623755913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112266512623755913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112266512623755913' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-112257514772187064</id><published>2005-07-28T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T13:25:47.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>If falling for someone means hurting this badly, then I don't want to play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks...I can't function...I can't concentrate.  And, more than ever before, I need to function, I need to concentrate, I need to focus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do instead?  Stare at my computer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-112257514772187064?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112257514772187064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112257514772187064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112257514772187064' title='If...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-112230652158310555</id><published>2005-07-25T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:48:41.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*SIGH*</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is...thank goodness I am moving in 25 days.  I just really hope the saying "Out of sight, out of mind" is really true.  We'll see, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that new Papa Roach song...Scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about these lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;And our scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks so badly when someone who you think may just prove themselves to be a decent guy turns around and proves just what an asshole he really is.  Perhaps there is a sign on me that says..."Shit on me, please."  Who knows.  And, to think, I was REALLY falling for him, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having such a hard time focusing these last couple of days but at least I've been working out hard-core.  Maybe I will fit into those size 2's by the end of summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-112230652158310555?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112230652158310555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112230652158310555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112230652158310555' title='*SIGH*'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-112024379277687474</id><published>2005-07-01T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T13:49:52.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go to the gym to work out for myself so that I can feel good physically, mentally, and emotionally.  Anything else that happens there is merely a bonus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s ok not to be on the boyfriend hunt this summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And, in the same vein, it is perfectly ok to have dates with multiple guys in the span of a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking one glass of red wine each night does not make me an alcoholic…it is good for my heart and helps take the edge off of my day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My self-worth is not dependent on whether he calls or does not call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There may be things wrong with me but there are also things wrong with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes you really need to listen to your gut feeling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes annoying little sisters can grow up to be annoying little sisters who are now your closest friend and confidante.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are other men who find me intellectually stimulating AND cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My happiness is not dependent on anyone but myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how long it’s been since I’ve talked to some of my friends, it’s as though we just spoke the other day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good friends and friendships really do make life worth living.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washing my hair and then sleeping in air conditioning will cause me to have a severe head cold the next day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can’t always make people like you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how long it’s been…some people still give you butterflies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-112024379277687474?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112024379277687474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/112024379277687474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112024379277687474' title='I Must Remember...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111767608793226658</id><published>2005-06-01T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:34:47.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally &amp; Physically Hungover!</title><content type='html'>So, the last month of my life has resulted in me being both emotionally and physically hungover…not the best combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3 – Last Contemporary Issues class—drug out so long that I seriously contemplated poking out my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 6 – Found out results of comprehensive exam – passed with a perfect score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 7 – Officially became Whindian, MPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8 – Left for vacation – Oh Hawaii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 11 – Turned 24 – old enough to know better, young enough where I still don’t give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 12 – Happy birthday Bo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 13 – Heard from the boy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 16 – 17 – Flew home…met some very interesting people in the terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18 – Heard from the boy again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18 – Officially went out with the other bridesmaids – one fun chick &amp; two wet noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20 – Went to Redneck, USA where I was met by people drinking beers at 8:45 am and being incredibly vulgar…drank myself into a stupor with the other Maid of Dishonor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 21 – No date to the wedding…caught the bouquet…spent the night being ostracized by an entire town…made friends with the bartender…ended up completely trashed…drunk dials galore resulted….hell…at least I looked fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 21 – Happy birthday Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 22 – Said goodbye to Redneck, USA….please kiss my brown ass on my way out of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25 – Happy birthday Derek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25 – A night of…uh…lust…Must remember that I cannot use my body to validate my existence.  However, I can use HIS body to validate my existence.  Also, I realized that I don’t have to do my hair usually because I normally have that boudoir hair that is so in style and sexy now.  So nice to be seduced, though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 26 – Heard from the boy…..apologetic…we’ll see how this goes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 28 – Had a good heart-to-heart with Rita….something I think she &amp; I both needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 28 – Happy birthday Dave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 29 – Happy birthday Luke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31 – Go out with the boy.  Somehow, I grow a set of balls and pose those questions that had been gnawing at me for weeks and surprisingly…I get the answers I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1 – Wow…redemption of sorts….I am pleasantly surprised.  Realized that Rita &amp; I have become better friends since college than we were in college…life is suprising…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as usual…some random things I think about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do old people hook up?  I mean, sometimes, you run into an old boyfriend, have a few drinks, dinner, and somehow you tumble into bed.  Does this happen with old people, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that when you’re over someone…they want you?  What kind of twisted mind does God have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it disturbing that years later your sexual history can come back to haunt you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like shoes….you usually need more than one pair…if you only have one pair, you tend to wear them out faster.  But, every once in a while…you find a pair that is so comfortable that you can’t imagine life without them….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating advice from a fourteen-year-old…go for older men, they have larger expense accounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell won’t the bruises on my body heal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it physiologically possible to gain 8 pounds in one weekend…cause I think I did…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Six Flags…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend in STL, thank you for the drunk phone call and your, um, compliments…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111767608793226658?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111767608793226658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111767608793226658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111767608793226658' title='Emotionally &amp; Physically Hungover!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111479777968459129</id><published>2005-04-29T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T13:02:59.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post to Toast My Pseudo-Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Today is April 29th....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means...IT'S CHIP'S BIRTHDAY!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know...Chips is my pseudo-boyfriend &amp; that means we are total opposites of "Friends with Benefits." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he usually makes me smile &amp; laugh...even if it is at him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Happy Birthday Chip...I hope it's the best one yet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111479777968459129?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111479777968459129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111479777968459129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111479777968459129' title='A Post to Toast My Pseudo-Boyfriend'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111454061959395596</id><published>2005-04-26T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:36:59.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating...</title><content type='html'>Because I'm procrastinating a paper, I decided to take the Famous Dating Quiz at &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com"&gt;www.datingdiversions.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Trust me, it's a good way to waste five minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the results we've all been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dating personality profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny - You laugh often. People never accuse you of lacking a sense of humor. You don't take yourself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous - Just sitting around the house is not something that appeals to you. You love to be out trying new things and really experiencing life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberal - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top ten traits (in myself):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Funny&lt;br /&gt;2. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;3. Liberal&lt;br /&gt;4. Practical&lt;br /&gt;5. Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;6. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;7. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;8. Athletic&lt;br /&gt;9. Big-Hearted&lt;br /&gt;10. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my "ideal" guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny - You consider a good sense of humor a major necessity in a date. If his jokes make you laugh, he has won your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous - You are looking for someone who is willing to try new things and experience life to its fullest. You need a companion who encourages you to take risks and do exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his top 10 traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Funny&lt;br /&gt;2. Practical&lt;br /&gt;3. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;4. Athletic&lt;br /&gt;5. Conservative&lt;br /&gt;6. Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;7. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;8. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;9. Big-Hearted&lt;br /&gt;10. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seriously, I'm going to go write this paper now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111454061959395596?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111454061959395596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111454061959395596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111454061959395596' title='Procrastinating...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111448060579668024</id><published>2005-04-25T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:56:45.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try and take Sheryl Crow's advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not wanting what you want&lt;br /&gt;It's wanting what you've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, let's evaulate what I've got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good home&lt;br /&gt;A good job&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork that I love&lt;br /&gt;A calling in life that I'm passionate about&lt;br /&gt;Good friends&lt;br /&gt;Good family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I want all that I've got.  So I need to focus on what I do have and not on what I DON'T have....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111448060579668024?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111448060579668024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111448060579668024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111448060579668024' title='More Thoughts'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111427025239140948</id><published>2005-04-23T09:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T10:30:52.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quick Updates!</title><content type='html'>I had a really nice posting done a few days ago but then stupid blogger wouldn't take it....so here goes again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, more April birthdays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 18 - Hal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 21 - Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 23 - Jami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 24 - Kassie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, between school, work, and my drama, I have been one busy girl.  However, as of today, there are two weeks till I become Whindian, MPH.  I still haven't found out about my comprehensive exam results, but I hope I passed.  Then, the next morning, I jet off to Hawaii where I will spend my 24th birthday.  I am really looking forward to it; I definitely need a change in scenery.  Work is good, though.  We're reviewing our grants and I definitely think we got some stellar applicants.  I will be very interested to see in the kind of work those groups do in the upcoming year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the drama with the Y gene in my life goes....I am utterly confused but whatever.  I honestly believe my life is so much easier when I don't want to date.  And, of course, I know why I want to date now....school is winding down, nothing to keep me real busy...endless summer days, etc.  So, I'm just going to fill my summer with work, working out, and reading whatever my heart desires.  And, then fall will be here and with it, my only true love - school.  Let's be realistic...school fulfills me in the three primary ways:  emotionally, intellectually, and sexually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111427025239140948?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111427025239140948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111427025239140948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111427025239140948' title='More Quick Updates!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111370128053867871</id><published>2005-04-16T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T20:28:00.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of This &amp; A Little Bit of That</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Sunny for her words of wisdom:  He's an idiot but he likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is different from most men how? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some cute/fun quotes I have (re-)found lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women might be able to fake orgasms.  But men can fake whole relationships.&lt;br /&gt;-Sharon Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is sweet &amp; not fattening.&lt;br /&gt;-Alfred Hitchcock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex appeal is 50% of what you've got &amp; 50 percent of what people think you've got.&lt;br /&gt;-Sophia Loren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage &amp; a career.&lt;br /&gt;-Gloria Steinem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best &amp; most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.&lt;br /&gt;-Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.&lt;br /&gt;-Mae West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.&lt;br /&gt;-Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiness wears thin after a while, and beautfy fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that's a real treat.&lt;br /&gt;-Joanne Woodward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111370128053867871?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111370128053867871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111370128053867871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111370128053867871' title='A Little Bit of This &amp; A Little Bit of That'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111362116167163808</id><published>2005-04-15T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:12:41.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things Women Wish Men Would Figure Out</title><content type='html'>I read this list on Netscape.  It's by Laura Snyder (proper citation, etc).  I loved it and felt as though I needed to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saying "I love you" before, during or after sex doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;2. When we ask you how we look, "fine" is not an appropriate answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. We obsess over whether you'll call from the moment we give you our number.&lt;br /&gt;4. We fantasize. But it's usually about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. We love it when you email us at work.&lt;br /&gt;6. No matter how cool we seem about it, if you did something bad, we're pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't patronize us by asking if our bad mood is because of PMS.&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't ever tell us what to do, even when we ask you to.&lt;br /&gt;9. We will leave you if you lie to us.&lt;br /&gt;10. We're unimpressed by men who don't take the lead. Be a man, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;11. We love when you hold our hands.&lt;br /&gt;12. We need to hear how you feel about us. Tell us right now. And again in ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;13. We want to be the best thing that ever happened to you -- and for you to know it.&lt;br /&gt;14. If we don't feel loved, we'll start looking elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't talk about your ex. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;16. We like porn, too.&lt;br /&gt;17. We remember everything about our relationships. Yes, everything.&lt;br /&gt;18. We let you fix things.&lt;br /&gt;19. You're sexiest when you're: sweating, driving, shaving, or holding a baby.&lt;br /&gt;20. We've faked it.&lt;br /&gt;21. Groping and foreplay are not the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;22. While we're on the subject: more foreplay!&lt;br /&gt;23. If we're not having sex it's because: we feel fat; we don't feel very close to you, or we are punishing you for not doing something our way.&lt;br /&gt;24. We're afraid to meet your mother.&lt;br /&gt;25. We think you should have already known all this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111362116167163808?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111362116167163808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111362116167163808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111362116167163808' title='25 Things Women Wish Men Would Figure Out'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111357810422908569</id><published>2005-04-15T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T10:15:04.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>First &amp; foremost, happy birthdays are in order....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/11 - Evan - the big quarter of a century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/15 - Susie Q - Happy birthday, kiddo!  Call me when you're in town!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my little sister was invited to join the Student Advancement Council for the College of ACES!  Who's proud of her lil' sis???  I AM =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111357810422908569?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111357810422908569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111357810422908569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111357810422908569' title='Updates!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111309101971249217</id><published>2005-04-09T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:56:59.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>Finished my torturous comprehensive exam this afternoon.  I feel as though my brain has gone through a shredder, a meat grinder, and a blender...all at the same time.  I am fairly sure that I drove home in some kind of a fog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done with my exam, I can focus on my 15 page term paper and other miscellaneous assignments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I can also refocus my energy on why he's not calling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hate to think what he would have done if we had actually had a bad time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111309101971249217?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111309101971249217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111309101971249217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111309101971249217' title='Done!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111284191131657984</id><published>2005-04-06T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:45:11.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The ambitious life is a lonely one....it's true.  And, it's very lonely at the top....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just love how guys tell you that "the only women interested in me are the skanky ones and I'm just not like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111284191131657984?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111284191131657984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111284191131657984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111284191131657984' title='Just a Few Thoughts'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111267169615450624</id><published>2005-04-04T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:28:16.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Shock....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not speak to me for a while....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111267169615450624?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111267169615450624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111267169615450624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111267169615450624' title='In Shock....'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111264514210495113</id><published>2005-04-04T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:05:42.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>April 3 - Happy birthday Sarah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4 - Happy birthday Dale!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111264514210495113?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111264514210495113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111264514210495113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111264514210495113' title='April Birthdays!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111250207216361463</id><published>2005-04-02T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:21:12.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Illini!</title><content type='html'>Damn, it's good to be an ILLINI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Green Street, there are between 5000 and 10,000 people on the streets.  I am jealous lil' sis!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111250207216361463?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111250207216361463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111250207216361463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111250207216361463' title='Illini!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111248584109358231</id><published>2005-04-02T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:50:41.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vow....</title><content type='html'>I will NOT think about Thursday night until after my Comprehensive Exam on Saturday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT think about what I could have or should have done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...right...who am I kiddin'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111248584109358231?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111248584109358231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111248584109358231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111248584109358231' title='A Vow....'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111236988412772410</id><published>2005-04-01T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:38:04.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me SMILE =)</title><content type='html'>First &amp; foremost, a happy 25th birthday to my friend Lucas (March 31).  I have known Lucas since my high school days, even though we didn't go to school together.  He's a good, kind, and intelligent person &amp; I consider myself lucky to have a friend like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But My Happy List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My little sister - man, she drives me crazy, but I am so proud of everything she has accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Fighting Illini - you may think that I'm jumping on the Illini bandwagon but I came out of the womb bleeding orange &amp; blue...it's a family thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's SPRING!!  Spring means graduation and birthday.  Cute shoes and running outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My job....I really, really love my public health work.  I am so lucky to have a job that I am passionate about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My friends - they are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111236988412772410?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111236988412772410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111236988412772410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111236988412772410' title='Things That Make Me SMILE =)'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111203667459394323</id><published>2005-03-28T12:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T13:04:34.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111203667459394323?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111203667459394323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111203667459394323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111203667459394323' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111203648428337687</id><published>2005-03-28T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T13:01:24.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>March 21st - Happy birthday Deney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 28th - Happy birthday Mark!  You can't fool me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, today, my aunt gave birth to a beautiful baby boy!!  Mom &amp;amp; baby are doing a-ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111203648428337687?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111203648428337687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111203648428337687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111203648428337687' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111190043992728402</id><published>2005-03-26T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:13:59.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do YOU Believe in Miracles!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YES I DO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First time in 16 years, the FIGHTIN' ILLINI are off to the FINAL FOUR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let the MARCH TO THE ARCH continue!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111190043992728402?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111190043992728402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111190043992728402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111190043992728402' title='Do YOU Believe in Miracles!?!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111181481438283758</id><published>2005-03-25T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:26:54.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Crush!</title><content type='html'>I have a new crush.  Gotta admit...it's been a while since I've had one of those.  And, the personal trainer at the gym was not a crush...he was more of a crash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously, new crushes are fun.  They give me something to think about other than the fact that my comprehensive exam is 2 weeks away!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111181481438283758?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111181481438283758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111181481438283758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111181481438283758' title='A New Crush!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111132748587797109</id><published>2005-03-20T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T08:04:45.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And, Then There Was One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111132748587797109?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111132748587797109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111132748587797109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111132748587797109' title='And, Then There Was One'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111119667715228244</id><published>2005-03-18T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:44:37.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>March 17 - Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 18 - Sunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111119667715228244?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111119667715228244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111119667715228244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111119667715228244' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111119643572190743</id><published>2005-03-18T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:40:35.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>March 17 - Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 18 - Sunny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111119643572190743?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111119643572190743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111119643572190743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111119643572190743' title='Happy Birthdays!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111073319816801961</id><published>2005-03-13T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T10:59:58.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought</title><content type='html'>My Rebecca needs a visit from a Schooner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111073319816801961?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111073319816801961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111073319816801961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111073319816801961' title='A Thought'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111056721243393719</id><published>2005-03-11T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T12:53:32.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...I asked out a boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111056721243393719?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111056721243393719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111056721243393719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111056721243393719' title='Milestone'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111014510736421676</id><published>2005-03-06T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T15:38:27.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Perfect</title><content type='html'>Well, it was an almost perfect regular season.  But, Illinois's loss today to Ohio State is like the first dent in a brand new car.  You know it's coming...and when it finally happens, you're a little irate for a few days, but you know you can breathe easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, that is what's going to happen.  We're irate, yes.  But, hopefully, we'll bring our A game to Chicago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111014510736421676?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111014510736421676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111014510736421676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111014510736421676' title='Almost Perfect'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-111000462076718644</id><published>2005-03-05T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:37:00.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>Updates will be done at a later time, but birthday wishes are as follows---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 28/March 1 - Happy 6.25 years Ryan!!  I miss your sexiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 1 - Happy 24th Kimmy!!!  Hope the DDs are doing fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 4 - Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me has been crazy.  Working at the House of Represenatatives has been a real-eye opening experience.  Will write more later...must crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-111000462076718644?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111000462076718644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/111000462076718644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111000462076718644' title='More Birthdays!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110943637607559293</id><published>2005-02-26T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T10:46:16.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I went to an eating disorders conference this past week.  Of course, the whole time I was there, I kept thinking that I was not thin enough or pretty enough, etc.  I am fairly positive that my thoughts were not the intended goal of the conference.  Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that men prefer women with long, thick, brown hair.  Well, I'm doing pretty good so far....I've got that long, thick, black hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost Spring!!  Woo hoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 days till I become Whindian, MPH-Will hopefully be adding more letters after the name&lt;br /&gt;70 days till Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;73 days 24!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I stay up too late.  Sometimes my toothbrush is still wet in the morning from the night before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110943637607559293?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110943637607559293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110943637607559293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110943637607559293' title='Some Thoughts...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110844009650794940</id><published>2005-02-14T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:01:36.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>Why is it that men claim that they want successful women, women who are indepedent (both emotionally and financially), yet they date the welfare mother with three children with three different fathers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am 23 years old.  I am successful (to an extent), doing well in school, and looking damn good.  Yet, why is it that when I see Steve, I revert back to a complete and total idiot?  Seriously, I cannot get a coherent sentence out.  It is like my train of thought derails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110844009650794940?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110844009650794940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110844009650794940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110844009650794940' title='A Few Thoughts....'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110808277947832197</id><published>2005-02-10T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:46:19.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I am wholly frustrated.  Maybe it's the weather...maybe it's my state of mind.  But nonetheless, I am frustrated.  I hate my classes this semester.  I enjoy my job....but I am a victim of my own success.  If you do a good job, people expect it from you over and over and over again.  And, not just that, if you've proven your dependability &amp; competence, they come to you with ALL the projects.  And, everyone knows that I have a really hard time saying no.  It has JUST got to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110808277947832197?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110808277947832197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110808277947832197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110808277947832197' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110724105955772597</id><published>2005-02-01T01:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T00:57:39.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dateless...</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is two weeks away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would not care.  However, this year, I work in an office where I am the only single person.  Yep...I'm a leper there.  And, I know that I am going to be the only person in the office who is not going to get any flowers, chocolates, or teddy bears sent to work.  I am contemplating calling in sick that day....or, sending myself flowers.  But, I am too cheap to send myself 100 dollar roses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am the Maid of Honor in my friend's Chris's wedding.  I would normally go to the wedding by myself (God knows I've gone to enough weddings dateless), but EVERYONE is married or paired up there!  What the hell!!  So, if anyone knows a nice, single normal guy who wants to be my date, I"ll provide the room and the booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn-I have been studying too much and getting out too little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110724105955772597?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110724105955772597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110724105955772597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110724105955772597' title='Dateless...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110719155197231499</id><published>2005-01-31T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T11:12:31.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>You know it's been a rough couple of weeks when the following things get you all teary and weepy and non-Whindian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Illini Basketball game &amp; 100th Anniversary Celebration-I was crying at the gym....&lt;br /&gt;2) Sex &amp;amp; The City Episodes-I was bawling, again...&lt;br /&gt;3) For Beter or For Worse comic strips-I was crying at 6 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll stop being so emotional when Spring gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110719155197231499?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110719155197231499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110719155197231499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110719155197231499' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110697275129446069</id><published>2005-01-28T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:25:51.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Whindian Seeking Emotionally Unavailable Man</title><content type='html'>I do believe that there is something fundamentally wrong with me.  It appears that either all the men I attract are a) emotionally unavailable or b) emotionally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, who the hell asks someone out and ten minutes later tells you about this girl he's madly in love with?!?  Does this make sense to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it is far too difficult to find a normal guy who enjoys beer, movies, and sports.  If you know someone, send him my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110697275129446069?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110697275129446069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110697275129446069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110697275129446069' title='Single Whindian Seeking Emotionally Unavailable Man'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110642390887898920</id><published>2005-01-22T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T13:58:28.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vindication</title><content type='html'>Not only is it satisfying to know that Illinois is ranked ahead of Kansas, it is satisfying to know that Illinois is STILL undefeated while Villanova stomped over previously undefeated Kansas--83 to 62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110642390887898920?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110642390887898920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110642390887898920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110642390887898920' title='Vindication'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110545329548934516</id><published>2005-01-11T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T08:21:35.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>So, everyone knows how much I hate my body and my only saving grace are my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I'm losing weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's in my boobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110545329548934516?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110545329548934516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110545329548934516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545329548934516' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110373344165914934</id><published>2004-12-22T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T10:37:21.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon Now</title><content type='html'>Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys bother calling you, leaving you a rambling 5 minute message, yet when you call them back....they don't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110373344165914934?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110373344165914934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110373344165914934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110373344165914934' title='C&apos;mon Now'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110366644771982695</id><published>2004-12-21T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T16:00:47.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>I date weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110366644771982695?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110366644771982695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110366644771982695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110366644771982695' title='Ugh'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110286870092366094</id><published>2004-12-12T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T10:25:00.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results Are In!</title><content type='html'>Organizational Environment of the Public Sector:  99%&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary Issues in Public Health:  100%&lt;br /&gt;Infectious Disease Epidemiology:  100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, these are the results you get when you have no life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110286870092366094?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110286870092366094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110286870092366094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110286870092366094' title='The Results Are In!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110272237020861149</id><published>2004-12-10T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T17:46:10.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sign of the Times</title><content type='html'>Old Whindian's Finals Week End Celebration&lt;br /&gt;1. Showering&lt;br /&gt;2. Dressing Up&lt;br /&gt;3. Letting Down the Hair&lt;br /&gt;4. Putting on Makeup&lt;br /&gt;5. Hitting the Bars for Boys and Booze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Whindian's Finals Week End Celebration&lt;br /&gt;1. Running&lt;br /&gt;2. Showering&lt;br /&gt;3. Putting on PJs&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow-grad school really does suck the life out of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110272237020861149?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110272237020861149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110272237020861149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110272237020861149' title='Another Sign of the Times'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110260990998484698</id><published>2004-12-09T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T10:31:49.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfairness of Life</title><content type='html'>Why is it that those women who don't want to get pregnant do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those woman who want those babies so desperately, can't get pregnant or can't stay pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How fair is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110260990998484698?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110260990998484698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110260990998484698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110260990998484698' title='Unfairness of Life'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110195301377883626</id><published>2004-12-01T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T20:03:33.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yes =)</title><content type='html'>Illinois (#3) 91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WF (#1) 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  It's damn good to be an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110195301377883626?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110195301377883626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110195301377883626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110195301377883626' title='Oh Yes =)'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110192100035156843</id><published>2004-12-01T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T11:10:00.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><content type='html'>Today is World AIDS Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women &amp; girls account for 47% of 39.4 million people who have HIV/AIDS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 2004, approximately 3.1 million people will die from AIDS or complications thereof&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Approximately 47 million people worldwide have been infected with HIV since 1981&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over 23 million people have died since AIDS emerged as disease in 1981&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Former President Reagan's administration did not recognize HIV/AIDS-sorry Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although HIV/AIDS was previously thought to be a disease of homosexual men, there has been a dramatic spike in diagnoses among heterosexuals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AIDS is the 5th killer of peopled aged 25 to 44 in the US&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AIDS is the number 1 killer of African-American women, aged 25 to 44 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;African-American and Hispanic women constitute less than 25% of the US population but they account for over 82% of AIDS cases in women&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get tested &amp;amp; remember to practice safe sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110192100035156843?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110192100035156843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110192100035156843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110192100035156843' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110141422037613226</id><published>2004-11-25T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T14:23:40.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>First &amp; foremost-Happy 14th birthday to my cousin, Ana.  She is 14 today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for everything in my life...even my Infectious Epi prof because even though she can make my life miserable, at least I'm smart enough (or at least work hard enough) to be in that class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110141422037613226?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110141422037613226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110141422037613226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110141422037613226' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110130518892304936</id><published>2004-11-24T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T08:06:28.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to my dear friend Gina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her golden birthday---24 on the 24th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110130518892304936?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110130518892304936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110130518892304936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110130518892304936' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110124863386695587</id><published>2004-11-23T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T16:23:53.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rant, If You Will...</title><content type='html'>Things I shouldn’t have to apologize for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my race/ethnicity/heritage-I'm incredibly proud of the fact that I'm the daughter of two immigrants.  My parents came here, worked hard, and made a decent life for themselves.  I’m not where I am today because of my skin color but rather because of how hard I worked.  And, if you spent half as much time working hard as you do hating people of other ethnicities, maybe you’d be where I am today.  And, perhaps, if you grew up in the environment that I did, you would understand a little of where I’m coming from.  I had to work ten times harder than my classmates to prove that I belonged there.  That it wasn’t some fluke or affirmative action policy that let me into those classes.  And, to this day, I’m still too brown for the white folks and too white for the brown folks.  Think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my gender-Now, where you come from, it may be perfectly acceptable to call women bitches or even the C word.  But, I don’t stand for that.  I also don’t stand being talked down to or patronized.  I’m a grown woman who has the ability to make her own choices and is quite content with the choices I’ve made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. putting my career first-I’ve put my career/schoolwork ahead of everything for the past 18 years.  I’ve put it in front of my family, friends, social life, myself.  I’m sorry, but I don’t think a handful of dates entitles you to think I should put YOU ahead of my career.  I work hard now so that in the long run I don’t have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. for being a strong, independent woman-In our society, strong, independent women who assert themselves are called bitches…you’re called assertive, confident.  Why is my confidence so threatening to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. for being better than you-I didn’t think that way until you proved yourself to be the lowest of the lowest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. for wanting to better myself-When did it become a bad thing to want to become a better person?  So what if that means a promotion, a good evaluation.  I’m not trashing other people to get where I am, I’m just doing a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that you think my wanting to advance my career is such a crime.  I’m especially sorry that you think my life work is such a waste of time.  I wish you could stop being so close-minded for a minute and see all the good my line of work does.  I’m sorry that your father is a good-for-nothing alcoholic and you don’t have the kind, wonderful father I have.  I’m sorry that you blame your father’s alcoholism on everyone but him.  Yes…the liquor was sold by clerks but they weren’t there forcing it down his throat.  I’m sorry that you can’t hold yourself accountable for your actions.  I’m sorry that you’re so incredibly jealous of my life that you feel the need to belittle it and me.  I’m sorry that you have no goals, desires, dreams, or ambition so you have to put down mine.  I’m sorry that your life is so horrible that you have to escape it through drugs and alcohol.  I’m sorry that you kept chasing me.  I'm sorry that you're a bastard.  Most of all, I’m sorry I wasted any of my precious time on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110124863386695587?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110124863386695587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110124863386695587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110124863386695587' title='A Rant, If You Will...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110078807389083995</id><published>2004-11-18T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T08:27:53.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great American Smokeout</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my part as a public health "official" and good citizen to remind you that today is the Great American Smokeout!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit smoking...even if it is for one day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quitsmoking.com/kopykit/reports/smokeout.htm"&gt;http://www.quitsmoking.com/kopykit/reports/smokeout.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out...for me...please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110078807389083995?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110078807389083995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110078807389083995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110078807389083995' title='The Great American Smokeout'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110062789867402496</id><published>2004-11-16T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T11:58:18.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Have Time for a Full-Time Man; I Have a Full-Time Job</title><content type='html'>Well said Carrie Bradshaw.  Since I don't work at DMH has often as I used to, I am no longer CONSTANTLY barraged with questions about why I'm still single and yes, what is wrong with me.  Why does there have to be something wrong with me?  I'm normalish....aren't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for a full-time boyfriend.  I've got too much on my plate, as is.  School, my internship, family, sometimes even friends.  Add a boyfriend and a relationship into the mix &amp; I would be crazier than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I believe I need a pseudo-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pseudo-boyfriend would fulfill my needs and wants without any of the strings attached that cause emotional havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would be one of those guys who would be "with me" when I wanted him to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I could go visit for a few days and take a mini-vacay with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I could make out with and not feel incredibly guilty the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I could count on to be my date to all the weddings I have to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd be able to see other women.  I could care less.  As long as he was available to be my pseudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pseudo would suit me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110062789867402496?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110062789867402496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110062789867402496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110062789867402496' title='I Don&apos;t Have Time for a Full-Time Man; I Have a Full-Time Job'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-110028186964036862</id><published>2004-11-12T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:51:09.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy 23rd to my friend Kerry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's smart, cute, and funny, every guy's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also is very engaged to Seth, every guy's nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's a good one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-110028186964036862?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110028186964036862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/110028186964036862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110028186964036862' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109976247913310059</id><published>2004-11-06T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T11:34:39.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Days, Short Nights</title><content type='html'>The OWH Conference was last week &amp; it was a good time.  Busy-yes.  Stressful-yes.  Fun-yes.  My activities made for a long day &amp; a short night-but it was definitely worth it!!  The open bar was kickass.  Nothing beats drinking for free with your bosses.  I think some of the highlights were the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My supervisors commenting on the size of my "rack"&lt;br /&gt;2) Seeing a very well-to-do member of the community wrapping up her neighbor's dinner in tinfoil---that she had in her purse!!&lt;br /&gt;3) Seeing boobs in the glass elevator--not my own!!&lt;br /&gt;4) Being so drunk that I locked myself out of my room&lt;br /&gt;5) Being so drunk that I ordered tiramisu for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were probably some more but I was too drunk to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the OWH conference, I trekked to the Alma Mater for some Homecoming fun with the old college crew &amp; lil' sis.  It was good to see everyone.  Kerry's ring was perfect.  So perfect, in fact, that Matt commented on how much it was like the one I wanted.  Waiting in line for the bars....ah memories.  Seriously though, why do married men ALWAYS hit on me?  Don't wedding vows mean anything any more?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109976247913310059?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109976247913310059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109976247913310059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109976247913310059' title='Long Days, Short Nights'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109941781759819652</id><published>2004-11-02T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:50:17.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote!</title><content type='html'>GO VOTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109941781759819652?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109941781759819652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109941781759819652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109941781759819652' title='Vote!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109879893649060256</id><published>2004-10-26T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T08:55:36.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outtie!</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Chicago for a conference for a couple of days then back to the Alma Mater for some crazy drunken times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the area, hit me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109879893649060256?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109879893649060256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109879893649060256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109879893649060256' title='Outtie!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109837385111210747</id><published>2004-10-21T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T10:50:51.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>Oct. 13--Happy Birthday Chris!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 21--Happy Birthday Isaac!!!  I heart you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109837385111210747?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109837385111210747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109837385111210747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109837385111210747' title='October Birthdays!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109837384993308299</id><published>2004-10-21T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T10:50:49.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>Oct. 13--Happy Birthday Chris!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 21--Happy Birthday Isaac!!!  I heart you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109837384993308299?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109837384993308299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109837384993308299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109837384993308299' title='October Birthdays!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109771093544065011</id><published>2004-10-13T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T18:42:15.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Alrighty---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair, which is now to my waist, will be gone as of Friday, 2 pm.  Going to the shoulders!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my---I hope I don't become uglier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109771093544065011?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109771093544065011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109771093544065011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109771093544065011' title='Finally...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109767499260225073</id><published>2004-10-13T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T08:43:12.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama/Excitement...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I come home to an ambulance, two fire trucks, and two police cars in front of my house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part of the block partioned off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much drama/excitment my life can take right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109767499260225073?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109767499260225073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109767499260225073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109767499260225073' title='Drama/Excitement...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109647060222913051</id><published>2004-09-29T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T10:10:02.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Sentimental...</title><content type='html'>Driving to work this morning, I saw the morning sun in the eastern sky and the full moon in the western sky.  Last time I saw this interesting phenomenon, I was coming home from a party in undergrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109647060222913051?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109647060222913051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109647060222913051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109647060222913051' title='Call Me Sentimental...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109614135825474723</id><published>2004-09-25T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T14:42:38.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women want to be me and men want to do me! </title><content type='html'>Ugh....life has been BUSY &amp; KARAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no time to update frequently.  But since the Whindian is ill, here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In the last week, I have been "booty-called" on six separate occassions.  Only 2 of these 6 booty calls are older than 21.  What does that say for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am doing an assignment, yet I'm not quite sure what I'm doing.  Frustrating, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "You come on over anytime &amp; whoever is here is kicked out, and you are up.  I have wanted to hook up with you for a while."~Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes it is good to just chit chat on the phone &amp; catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am obsessed with the WB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. And, on that note, the characters on the "family-friendly" Seventh Heaven get out more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ugh...I feel like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109614135825474723?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109614135825474723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109614135825474723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109614135825474723' title='Women want to be me and men want to do me! '/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109473701964153986</id><published>2004-09-09T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T08:36:59.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Superfan!!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to a wonderful, intelligent, kind, and funny as hell best friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else would create the kind of chaos we experienced in college? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything from giving me my first drink to "I have 18 years of virginity saved up for you" to guys masturbating in front of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 25th Kel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109473701964153986?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109473701964153986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109473701964153986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109473701964153986' title='Happy Birthday Superfan!!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109443206568955880</id><published>2004-09-05T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:54:25.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking After Her Older Sister...</title><content type='html'>My kid sister today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god...I can stalk him and we can be Mt. Carmel stalker buddies...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me SOOOO proud.  I think tears welled up in my eyes when she said that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109443206568955880?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109443206568955880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109443206568955880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109443206568955880' title='Taking After Her Older Sister...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109391025054654869</id><published>2004-08-30T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T18:57:30.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies...</title><content type='html'>In advance, my apologies if I act weird this week.  I think there's something wrong with me mentally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109391025054654869?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109391025054654869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109391025054654869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109391025054654869' title='My Apologies...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109383464904180822</id><published>2004-08-29T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:57:29.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought...</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one who thinks Bob Costas is hot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109383464904180822?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109383464904180822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109383464904180822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109383464904180822' title='Just a Thought...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109383464699208701</id><published>2004-08-29T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:57:26.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought...</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one who thinks Bob Costas is hot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109383464699208701?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109383464699208701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109383464699208701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109383464699208701' title='Just a Thought...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109323359246059513</id><published>2004-08-22T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T22:59:52.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of This &amp; A Little Bit of That</title><content type='html'>Aargh.  The last week has been NOTHING but insanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, me taking the MCAT is like the Amish working a DVD player…frustrating.  I do not have the ability to sit still for 100 minutes, read passages, and answer questions.  Forty minutes fine…even an hour…but 100 freakin’ minutes?  Give me a break!  I don’t think my bladder can last that long…seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my new internship ROCKS!  My boss has been pretty cool so far and my other co-workers have been very nice, friendly, and welcoming.  Of course, I was nervous as hell and the puke mechanism has been kicking in, but hopefully I can keep that under control.  I work with just one guy…he’s a bit weird, but at least he has a girlfriend, so no threat there.  But, there are boys abounding in the area…so we’ll see if anything happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about my internship is that my co-workers actually listen to what I say and take my input.  Nice to see that my degree is finally getting some use.  First day, though, was rough.  I was there at 8 am and didn’t leave till 5:30 p, with two meetings.  Hopefully, I’ll do ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil’ sis moved off to college.  She’ll do fine at my Alma Mater; let’s hope she does as I say and not as I did  =)  Although, the memories and friends I made in college are undoubtedly the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, much thanks to Kel.  What else are best friends for?  After I came home from orientation, there was a package for me from her….the pictures are AWESOME!  THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!  You &amp; Steve get to watch me work every day….lucky lucky you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok---now for something funny.  My professor for my seminar class reminds me of a female Susan Curtis (am I dragging up horrible memories, Kerry?).  He’s weird…he’s odd…and not in a good way.  The man is so incredibly boring that poking my eyes out would have been far more exciting.  After five minutes of listening to him talk, I tuned him out…so I’m still not quite sure what he does for a living (he teaches only part-time).  But, I do know that he is the adult prayer leader at his church and president of the International Folk Dancers Society and that his wife is Czech.  And, that he’s allergic to beef.  I know more about him than I ever cared to know.  Even better-even though we are ALL graduate students-we have to ask for permission to go to the bathroom.  Seriously-I haven’t asked to go to the bathroom in AGES.  Nothing like being 23 years old and being treated like a 5 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I am way overdue for some action because I am starting to find my kind of people attractive.  And, we all know that is a definite call for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with Rita.  Watching the Olympics has been so nice &amp; easy on the eyes.  I don’t swim either.  I just think dark-skinned people don’t do that kind of stuff, but like Rita said…I would definitely jump into a pool for the Thorpedo.  And Michael Phelps is such a hottie, too.  They DEFINITELY did not make 19 year olds like that when I was 19. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I’m STILL addicted to Friendster.  So, if you’re my friend, please go on there and sign up.  It’s super addictive but fun…I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes—I finally bought a new computer.  It’s a Compaq Presario 2100 laptop.  Not top of the line, but it’ll suffice for my needs—Word, Powerpoint, porn, and IM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m such a big dork.  But, I can’t help it.  I just LOVE getting ready for the school year.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when I stop thinking about my life in the terms of semesters.  But, I love getting my binders out, my notebooks ready, and sharpening my pencils.  Wow-I am a dork. &lt;br /&gt; I love the fact that ABC is marketing its “Wife Swap” as the original spouse trading program since Fox took the idea and made a summer show called “Trading Spouses.”  Really---when will the reality TV insanity stop?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty kiddies--that's all I've got for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109323359246059513?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109323359246059513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109323359246059513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109323359246059513' title='A Little Bit of This &amp; A Little Bit of That'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109242246174034303</id><published>2004-08-13T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:41:01.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Cooking Genius</title><content type='html'>Sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Childs has died at the age of 91.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who will I watch on a rainy Saturday afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109242246174034303?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109242246174034303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109242246174034303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109242246174034303' title='Goodbye Cooking Genius'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109242239634680565</id><published>2004-08-13T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:39:56.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeeeeaky Friday...</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday the 13th Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109242239634680565?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109242239634680565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109242239634680565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109242239634680565' title='Freeeeeaky Friday...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109233859436551788</id><published>2004-08-12T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:23:14.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch...</title><content type='html'>In my new intern orientation.  Scopin' out the boys...5 definite hotties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cuties comes and asks me to eat lunch with him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm intrigued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway through our conversation he tells me, "You're too good-loooking to be this big of a nerd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe I should've been a bimbo and just flashed him cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys say they want girls with brains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...they just want girls with boobs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109233859436551788?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109233859436551788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109233859436551788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109233859436551788' title='Ouch...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109233844764186013</id><published>2004-08-12T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:20:47.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will It Stop?</title><content type='html'>Since I can remember, every time I am nervous or anxious about something, I get very nauseous and feel like vomiting and often do.  A certain boy in college made me so nervous that I would get sick to my stomach.  One would think that I would have outgrown this nervous habit by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of the New Job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick to my stomach that I actually pull over twice on my way to work to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Whindian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109233844764186013?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109233844764186013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109233844764186013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109233844764186013' title='When Will It Stop?'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109181235271748046</id><published>2004-08-06T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T12:12:32.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pet Peeve </title><content type='html'>I know that we are all very busy with work, grad school, law school, med school, vet school, etc.  And that we have families, significant others, pets, and other things that demand our attention.  And that we have certain obligations that eat up our time.  But, with the technology we have today, it should NOT be that hard to keep in contact...whether through email, phone, or even IM.  Furthermore, completely and totally blowing off your friend is an unforgivable sin.  Especially when your friend has been in the area and you have been in her area as well and especially if you've done it more than once.  C'mon folks...you were in the same area code...the least you can do is make an effort to see your friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you think I was planning to "seduce" you over dinner and drinks, you need to get your head examined.  I thought it would have been nice to just see a friend, because I thought you and I were friends.  But, I must have been mistaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion...YOU SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, if you think this rant is directed to you, then you're probably right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109181235271748046?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109181235271748046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109181235271748046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181235271748046' title='A Pet Peeve '/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109181134515910865</id><published>2004-08-06T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T11:55:45.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Sign Up?</title><content type='html'>This link is pure genius.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=166016"&gt;http://entertainment.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=166016&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109181134515910865?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109181134515910865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109181134515910865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181134515910865' title='Where Do I Sign Up?'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109173510096279798</id><published>2004-08-05T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T14:45:00.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Chicago</title><content type='html'>I hate coming back from Chicago.  It really really sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the Art Institute on Tuesday, I could hear my brain saying..."Why do you deprive me of such culture constantly???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me mad that regardless of how many times I go there, I will NEVER be able to see everything I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL live there in a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109173510096279798?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109173510096279798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109173510096279798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109173510096279798' title='Sweet Home Chicago'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109139190287886180</id><published>2004-08-01T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T15:25:02.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Outta Here!!</title><content type='html'>Good-bye hell....HELLO CHICAGO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109139190287886180?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109139190287886180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109139190287886180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109139190287886180' title='I&apos;m Outta Here!!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109136601601422375</id><published>2004-08-01T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T08:13:36.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You HAVE Gotta Be Kidding...</title><content type='html'>I've been at work for an hour and if the following conversation is any indication of how my day is going to be, I want to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper:  You got a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh...no...&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper: That's gotta be hard on you...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh...not really...&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeper:  You know, we could get married &amp; then you can get your green card &amp;amp; work here legally...&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that I have to say a hearty...what the fuck???  I thought I worked here legally.  If I don't, then I want my taxes back dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole time he's "proposing" to me, his lazy eye is wandering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...I am SOOOO lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109136601601422375?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109136601601422375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109136601601422375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109136601601422375' title='You HAVE Gotta Be Kidding...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109136183253745144</id><published>2004-08-01T06:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T07:03:52.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo!</title><content type='html'>7 am....just 8 1/2 hours till I'm free of this place!  Last night, I got more sleep...about 3 hours compared to an hour the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part....after I'm done here, I'm going to Chicago!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the area, call me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you don't have my cell number, there's a reason for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109136183253745144?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109136183253745144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109136183253745144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109136183253745144' title='Woo hoo!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109129709011260666</id><published>2004-07-31T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T13:04:50.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy 92nd Birthday Milton Friedman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote that, I just realized what a huge dork I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people, my dorkiness is why I don't get any.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109129709011260666?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109129709011260666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109129709011260666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109129709011260666' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109128646456880708</id><published>2004-07-31T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T10:07:44.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>10 am---I have been "working" for 4 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people think this place is a hospital???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109128646456880708?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109128646456880708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109128646456880708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109128646456880708' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109127592922911989</id><published>2004-07-31T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T07:12:09.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Work Because I am Poor...</title><content type='html'>It is 7 am.  I have been at work for a mere hour and I want to strangle myself.  I have no idea when I finally fell asleep last night, but I know for sure it was after 4 am and my alarm goes off at 4:45 am.  You do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to take a lot more than two Diet Cokes to turn me from a bitch into a human being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who own dogs should train them to fucking shut up after midnight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109127592922911989?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109127592922911989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109127592922911989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109127592922911989' title='I Work Because I am Poor...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109121583632073033</id><published>2004-07-30T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T14:30:36.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all my friends who decide to leave me drunk emails and voice mails.  You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you're reading this and not leaving me drunk emails or voice mails, why the hell aren't you?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109121583632073033?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109121583632073033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109121583632073033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109121583632073033' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109113368464764934</id><published>2004-07-29T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T15:41:24.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today, Peter Jennings was born in 1938.&amp;nbsp; And Martina McBride in 1966 and Elizabeth Dole in 1936...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in 1890, artist Vincent van Gogh died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound in Auvers, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1914, transcontinental telephone service began with the first phone conversation between New York and San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in 1588, the Spanish Armada was defeated off the coast of Gravelines, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in 1961, the Phillies lose&amp;nbsp;the first&amp;nbsp;of 23 straight games &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, on July 29, 1986, I became a big sister!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Eva!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109113368464764934?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109113368464764934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109113368464764934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109113368464764934' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109095746412398714</id><published>2004-07-27T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T14:44:24.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Want to Learn To Do</title><content type='html'>I want to learn to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Swim&lt;br /&gt;2. Play Golf&lt;br /&gt;3. Be Good at Poker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109095746412398714?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109095746412398714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109095746412398714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109095746412398714' title='Things I Want to Learn To Do'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-109036965297231489</id><published>2004-07-20T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T19:27:32.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I really grown up??</title><content type='html'>At what age do certain words become un-snickerable?&amp;nbsp; You know those words...that regardless of the situation, whenever you hear them, you burst into controllable fits of laughter.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, in class, we were talking about masturbation and wet dreams.&amp;nbsp; And, I had to bite my shirt so I wouldn't end up rolling on the floor like a mad woman.&amp;nbsp; It reminded me of the time I took a biology class senior year and my professor kept talking about the Great White Tit.&amp;nbsp; See...I can't even type that without giggling.&amp;nbsp; Not only am I at the age where those things should not be funny, but I've also got the education to back me up.&amp;nbsp; Am I the only one who thinks the word "masturbation" is hysterical??&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-109036965297231489?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109036965297231489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/109036965297231489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109036965297231489' title='Have I really grown up??'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108950876779802936</id><published>2004-07-10T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T20:19:27.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister sucks...</title><content type='html'>My sister:  Are you sure he didn't get the two of you confused?  I can see him doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that I have to say...BITE ME BIATCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108950876779802936?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108950876779802936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108950876779802936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108950876779802936' title='My sister sucks...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108922130802069616</id><published>2004-07-07T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T12:28:28.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Couldn't Make This Shit Up</title><content type='html'>My internet at my house was down today so I ventured out to the public library to use its fine resources that my tax dollars pay for.  I'm sitting there, checking email &amp; my grades, when I look over and there's an ostrich walking around in the library.  Now, I know I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately, so I rubbed my eyes, did a double take, and yes...the ostrich was STILL there!!  And, then the ostrich rambles over to me and starts poking around in my bag.  Ok...I'm slightly freaked out at this point, wondering why the hell an ostrich is roaming around the library, and why no one else seems to be freaked out.  Granted, no one is around, but still....a bit odd that no one is at the library.  I can't see any other patrons or even any employees for that matter.  Finally, the ostrich's trainer showed up.  I tell you...my life is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108922130802069616?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108922130802069616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108922130802069616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108922130802069616' title='I Couldn&apos;t Make This Shit Up'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108913478431997327</id><published>2004-07-06T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T12:26:24.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, birthdays, birthdays!</title><content type='html'>July 5th-Happy Birthday Mike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6th-Happy Birthday Jason!!  I miss you Jay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108913478431997327?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108913478431997327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108913478431997327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108913478431997327' title='Birthdays, birthdays, birthdays!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108897156557961707</id><published>2004-07-04T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T15:06:05.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wastin' Time...</title><content type='html'>Because I don't get paid enough to work, I take quizzes on Quizilla while I'm here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the results are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a goodbye kiss; much passion and longing, but never lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a loving one.  You need safety in your relationship. You want to be sure in his/her arms, knowing that he will protect you and you can be totally devoted to your other. At this point you are very vulnerable. You open yourself and don't even think that he/she could cheat you. You totally trust your partner in every single way. SO if you find out that she/he lied to you or played a game this trust is broken. You may try to forgive your other but this will be very difficult.He/She has to be friendly and trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an innocent kiss...cute and sweet and like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sexual appeal is also innocent.  Chances are you blush at the mention of the word "penis."  You are virginal and wide-eyed, the sort of bride an evil old man would search for.  Well, at least you ACT innocent.  Maybe you're fooling all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also the perfect girlfriend.  You're rare.  The kind of chick that can hang out with your boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't care about presents or about going to fancy places. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is red.  You're either in love or you don't mind falling in love.  It might hurt but its worth it, right?  You most likely welcome love and feel all good when you have it.  Your heart's alive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebrity I am most likely to marry is JOSH HARTNETT =)  He is really shy, but don't let that fool you. He is really outgoing and sweet with those he loves and will be loyal to them for the rest of his life. Congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108897156557961707?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108897156557961707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108897156557961707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108897156557961707' title='Wastin&apos; Time...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108896444087667512</id><published>2004-07-04T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T13:55:34.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>Some random musings, if you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First &amp; foremost, happy 25th wedding anniversary to my parents.  People always ask me why they decided to get married on the Fourth of July.  Dude...it's not a holiday in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If I had children, things would be bad.  I would probably be in jail because I realized that I cannot stand those obnoxious little brats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes it is just fantastic to catch up with old friends.  I did just that this past week &amp; it was liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I must have the libido of a guy.  Is this a bad thing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I NEED to move to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My new philosophy on life is "The only thing a girl should chase is a shot."  I feel that this new attitude will cause less confusion and pain in my life.  So bring on the booze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. While on the topic of booze, did you know different types of alcohol affects your body fat in different ways?  Those who drink wine have the least abdominal fat while liquor drinkers have the most.  In addition, binge drinking packs on the pounds more.  Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108896444087667512?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108896444087667512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108896444087667512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108896444087667512' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108883481088502362</id><published>2004-07-03T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T07:23:08.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishin' that I were 12 again...</title><content type='html'>Remember the days of sending a boy a note with the lines: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle     Yes            No      Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what the hell was the "maybe" option for?  Maybe I'll like you if cute lil' Susie sends back my note with the "No" circled.  Seriously folks...what were we thinking? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108883481088502362?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108883481088502362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108883481088502362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108883481088502362' title='Wishin&apos; that I were 12 again...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108883358277785420</id><published>2004-07-03T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T00:46:22.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago, Chicago</title><content type='html'>While in Chicago his past week, I fell even more in love with the city.  Despite the fact that I got lost numerous times and my feet hurt like hell, I loved every minute of my Great Chicago adventure.  Unlike previous trips where my sole goal was to get wasted and have fun, this trip required me to actually have my A game while I attended a conference.  And, I enjoyed the routine of my day.  Rush hour traffice &amp; the hotties from the CBOT, Merc, and countless other firms.  FYI:  My own personal host is a CBOT hottie.  And, as my sexy cohort in crime predicted, my fabulous skills were put to use...repeatedly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108883358277785420?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108883358277785420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108883358277785420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108883358277785420' title='Chicago, Chicago'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108851919300607275</id><published>2004-06-29T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T09:26:42.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>For the record, the streak has been broken.  The current number stands at 34.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108851919300607275?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108851919300607275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108851919300607275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851919300607275' title='FYI'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108851913667864196</id><published>2004-06-29T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T09:25:36.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart White Russians</title><content type='html'>I heart white Russians!!  Nikolai has been my life-saver this week.  He has given me a place to crash, food to eat, and hours of entertainment =)  Thanks so much pal =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108851913667864196?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108851913667864196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108851913667864196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851913667864196' title='I Heart White Russians'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108757623614957429</id><published>2004-06-18T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T11:30:36.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass is Greener on the Other Side of the Fence...</title><content type='html'>Today just reconfirmed my belief that you always want you don’t have.  A girl that I have known for many years confided in me today that she had a breast augmentation so she could have a body more like mine!!  And, if that isn’t strange enough, I have ALWAYS wanted her body!  She’s cute and thin with long legs.  She’s lucky enough to be able to leave the house without a bra and has no fatty bulges whatsoever.  She, on the other hand, has always wanted my boobs and ghetto booty and the curves that I hate so much.  Isn’t life ironic?  I believe that God is a funny person who creates these situations for amusement purposes.  In conclusion, be happy with what you have.  That is all.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108757623614957429?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108757623614957429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108757623614957429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757623614957429' title='Grass is Greener on the Other Side of the Fence...'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548553.post-108751972381280373</id><published>2004-06-17T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:36:28.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>1. Stupid, rude people irritate me.  I can understand if you’re stupid and nice, but if you’re stupid &amp; rude, please don’t talk to me.  The same philosophy applies to ugly assholes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love Ken Jennings on Jeopardy!  He’s the guy who has won 12 games and over $400,000.   He is sooo smart and just kills his opponents.  As much as I adore him, I also want to be the girl who dethrones him as Jeopardy! champ.  I am SUCH a dork!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Twenty-two percent of high schoolers are smokers; the lowest rate in at least twenty-nine years.  High schoolers state that they begin smoking to look sexy.  What is so sexy about phlegm, yellowed teeth, and a persistent smell of smoke?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If Sabrina was a “teenage witch,” then why didn’t she put a spell to make her life so wonderful?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I really really hate physics and organic chemistry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Wal-Mart is still a cool place!  I love the fact that it is open 24 hours a day and has practically everything a girl could want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You and I are NOT related just because your great-great-grandmother was a Cherokee Indian.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Today the news was interviewing a young man from the University of Illinois who stated that he was very proud of his college.  He even stated that he “bleed orange and red.”  I do NOT want you representing other U of I students.  U of I students bleed orange and BLUE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dairy Queen is guilty of false advertising.  I wanted the Classic Chicken Fingers Basket today.  It has been advertised on TV for the past two weeks.  The girl at the counter told me today that they do not sell that anymore.  Yet, when I came home, I saw another commercial for it.  I am pissed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I also love U2 and would want to see them in concert.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Despite the fact that I love Wal-Mart, I cannot fathom why they would not have a single toy train available.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I think I am addicted to the Gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Were Ross &amp; Rachel really on a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. That thought brings me to another thought….if your significant other were cheating on you, would you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Rita is sooo right.  Everyone has a celebrity crush.  And I think Rita’s crush of  Nick Lachay looks like Dave Rainey.  I personally heart Josh Hartnett &amp; Matthew McConaughey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548553-108751972381280373?l=illini511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108751972381280373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548553/posts/default/108751972381280373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illini511.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108751972381280373' title='Random Thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>illini511</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00161700911937190646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
