<?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-8372247</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:42:15.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Krista's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110774084525424972</id><published>2005-02-06T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:47:25.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Superbowl SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm very bored. The Superbowl sucks this year. I've seen one good comercial. I dozed off for awhile, I studied for a little while and now I've given up and I should be doing my history but I'm writing in this. I had a good weekend. Just hung out by myself and read my book while "baby-sitting" my little sister. Talked about Lissy's wedding plans which was fun. Friday I got a bathing suit and then went to Gordy's birthday party which was rather boring and then Dani and I went to see The Wedding Date which was enjoyable. My mood was greatly improved upon returning...see how long that lasts. Going home next weekend too for Cassandra's baby shower and more family bonding. I don't get my car which sucks and makes me irate but whatcha gonna do? Lesson to all here: Don't piss off your parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;On a lighter note, I did finish my book which was fun and also got some clothes from my mom's friend's daughter. That was exciting. I love free clothes. Anyways, off to do my history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110774084525424972?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110774084525424972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110774084525424972' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110774084525424972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110774084525424972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/superbowl-sucks.html' title='The Superbowl SUCKS!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110754363115383405</id><published>2005-02-04T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T14:00:31.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Friday. I'm a bum. haha. I wasn't gonna sleep after class but I came back and suddenly I was really tired. I was talking to Matt and all of the sudden I started yawning. So when he went to his test it was back to bed for an hour for me. haha...and then I woke up over two hours later. So instead of showering I went to lunch dirty and forced Ross and Matt to deal with my stench. haha...sorry. Anyways, by the time I got there all the oreo cookie pie was gone. I was so disappointed. Why do I need oreo cookie pie you ask when I'm about to go bathing suit shopping? I don't. But I wanted it. And since my own son had two pieces, I guilted him into giving his poor, unneeding mother one. It was delicious but I had to protect it from attack and some rude individual STOLE a bite. But I'm generous and I don't need all that pie so I shared. Then William and I walked back to Wesley cause no one likes me and would go check mail. So we almost got hit by a car and someone let out a bad bad curse word in front of his own MOTHER. and then we were walking (still alive) and singing Captain Planet and there was a squirrel in a tree and he tried to kick it. It made me chuckle. I need to take wonderful naps more often cause I'm much more cheerful. Now I'm getting ready to go home and shopping with Danielle. And as Kristen will be here in a couple of minutes I better go get this show on the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110754363115383405?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110754363115383405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110754363115383405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110754363115383405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110754363115383405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-bum.html' title='I&apos;m a bum...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110748429311976417</id><published>2005-02-03T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:31:33.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I really have nothing to say. I just also have nothing to do. I could start on homework for next week but who does that? Obviously not me. Today was soo much better than yesterday. Yesterday was green beans and today was cheesecake. Cheesecake would have made today even better. I seriously have a food addiction. And Dani and I are going bathing suit shopping tomorrow. I'm pretty sure the two don't mix. Oh well. I have no one to impress on that cruise. I'll go naked. Tonight we signed up for skip a meal. Everyone else went to Subway but I was good and realized my poorness and ate Shells and Cheese. Only I was trying to be frugal and got the Meijers brand. They suck. I'm glad I made Matt eat most of them last time cause they were gross. So of course that gave me license to snack during The OC. Which I almost had to watch by myself. Kristin showed up so that was fun. I stole her away from studying...haha...Sorry! Steph made a few appearances when I enticed her with popcorn. Jackie however hates us now...haha...jk. However, I am on my own for ER. I've done no work since my classes today. I've finally found time to read The Da Vinci Code so that's exciting. My tests sucked today. I really am starting to think I failed econ. Oh well. And I know I messed up a few on Accounting. Monday could be a very bad day indeed. Oh well...No need to worry. Ballroom was so much fun though so that was good. We worked on Salsa. I'm soo bad...Way too white...There must be no Latin blood in me at all. I suck. But its tons of fun. We were really short on guys today so I was dancing with Steph and one of the TA's a lot. And if you don't know who our TA's you don't understand how fun it is. These guys are HUGE. Like taller than Matt probably and I mean HUGE...Like big football players. But they're so good at dancing and when they spin you you spin really fast...haha...its so much fun. They're so much fun to dance with. Its just funny that these big football players are TA's for Ballroom and Folkdancing class. The one Steph and I were dancing was telling us about Salsa clubs. We are so gonna go when we learn. Stephs pretty good...She can shake it...But anyone who's ever seen me dance knows that I can't. I'm working on it though. Steph told me to just shake it...She says she's getting sexier by the moment...haha...I still need to work on that one apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I was singing some Enrique to Jackie earlier before I made my dinner really loud and bad like most of my singing is when Steph ims me from down the hall and is like "is that you?" haha...I didn't realize how much sound can travel in here. Haha...Sorry to anyone who was harmed by it...I had an enjoyable time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Well I've wasted enough of everyone's time. I'm gonna go read some more before ER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;On another note...I found a ride home! Hopefully this will improve my mood greatly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110748429311976417?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110748429311976417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110748429311976417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110748429311976417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110748429311976417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110732665427563221</id><published>2005-02-02T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T01:44:14.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm so tired but I can't sleep. This sucks. I went to bed before 1 tonight, cause I have tons to do tomorrow but I can't sleep. I layed in bed for an hour. I have a voicemail but I'm much to lazy to go outside and listen. I hope its my parents with good news. Probably not though. Oh well. Too much on my mind. I don't know why. Just suddenly starting thinking. Nothing bad. Just thinking. I just want to sleep. This is punishment for taking a nap this morning after communications. But that nap improved my day. I was no where near as cranky as I usually am on Tuesdays. Though that may have been because I skipped the History movie to go to the Econ test. I so need to study tomorrow. I think I may have to make a sojourn to the library so I can concentrate. I just don't feel like working lately. Such a slacker. Oh well. Perhaps I should go try to sleep again. Otherwise my entire plan is going to be thrown off. haha. My schedules never work out. I love sleeping too much. Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110732665427563221?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110732665427563221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110732665427563221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110732665427563221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110732665427563221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep :('/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110713050310466962</id><published>2005-01-30T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:15:03.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Busy after a Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;This was seriously the best weekend I've had since Christmas break. Only three weeks I know but the past three weeks haven't been especially good. So this was a nice reprieve. Though I was freaking out cause I thought we were going to be late to pick Matt up on Friday, Steph and I had a successful road trip to Battle Creek. Then Matt and I basically just hung out all weekend. We were antisocial but considering I never get to see him, I didn't feel especially bad about it. And Jackie, being the wonderful roommate that she is, allowed us to use her car so we made a trip into Jackson and I got new shampoo and also some cheese cubes which I've been craving for forever. We got lost going to the bus stop today. Who knew it'd be at the train station? I was freaking out once again. Apparently I don't handle tardiness well. The one time I was tardy in high school came senior year because there was a super slow train. Luckily I was behind a school bus and apparently Struck liked me or something because I didn't get it marked. Not that it matters. Anyways, we made it in time. Fortunately and unfortunately. While I would have loved to miss it, I would have felt horrible that my stupidity cost money because someone has a complex, yes a complex, about allowing me to pay for things. So this afternoon pretty much sucked cause I was not a happy camper. However, I stayed busy and while I'm still not the happiest clown in the car, I'm not crying anymore...Bonus! haha. I did my laundry and the major turning point in my mood came when someone had two dryers going (I was sitting down there forever waiting) and she took her clothes out early, giving me one with 10 minutes and one with two. Two isn't a lot I know but it saved me money cause I didn't have to start from the beginning so it was cheaper. Now I finished my history reading for tomorrow and I figured out how to change some of the settings on this so now everyone can comment if they want...Not that many people read this I'm sure. Anywho...I'm going to see if Steph wants to order our dinner and then later I'm going to call Matt who is sitting on a bus. Only 3 more weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110713050310466962?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110713050310466962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110713050310466962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110713050310466962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110713050310466962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/keeping-busy-after-great-weekend.html' title='Keeping Busy after a Great Weekend'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110689070165220716</id><published>2005-01-28T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T00:38:21.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I have just finished a midnight snack of pickles and saltines. Steph came and partook and regaled us with tales of her evening. Apparently The OC didn't tape and maybe not ER. I'm such a recording failure. It would have been better had it been in pieces like the last few things I've taped. But I'm not going to complain. I had a good night and tomorrow Matt will be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Jackie gave blood and so I got her ticket and was just going to meet her at the bus. However, as I cross the street she is coming out of Goodrich parking lot and she hasn't ate dinner yet as she was giving blood. So I decide that yeah, we have enough time to go get you food from the room so we both go back and as I'm warming up her soup I look at the clock and see that its 6:27. The email said that the bus left at 6:30...it waited for no one...haha. So we run out of Wesley, across the street and are sprinting down the street to the bus. About halfway there we hear the bus make a bus noise. Not sure what it meant but it scared us so I'm sprinting to get there to tell them to wait cause obviously, this girl has just lost a pint of blood. We make it and Jackie is mean (haha...jk!) and makes the girl next to her feel like trash and move so we can sit together and off we go to Rent. It was really good. I nearly shed a tear. I was seriously about to but I controlled myself. When we got back I called Matt on his bus excursion and woke him up (though he denied it and got slightly hostile...haha). Then I came in and here I am. Downloading Rent songs and thinking about how I should have done Communications questions. Oh well...off to bed...I can't wait till tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110689070165220716?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110689070165220716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110689070165220716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110689070165220716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110689070165220716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/rent.html' title='Rent'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110678401041564062</id><published>2005-01-26T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T19:00:10.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soco Amaretto &amp; Summer Dreaming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hmm...I'm taking a study break which makes no sense as I've only been working for like half an hour. Its amazing what making a to do list does for your perspective. One would think that it would motivate, which is why I make it. In hopes that it will motivate me. But seeing all my tasks listed just makes me want to go do something else. Not sure what that else is, but its definitely not homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;So I was bad and skipped Econ today. Hopefully I won't be totally behind when I go back tomorrow. I just couldn't force myself to go. Although what I did instead wasn't very productive because sometimes I just suck at things. In this case it seems to be often. I really wish I was more helpful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm listening to a mix cd I burned from my sister last spring. It makes me think of spring. One night in particular when I was folding laundry with the window open in my bedroom listening to this one song in particular...Soco Amaretto. It describes my summer so well. I didn't want it to end. It was seriously the best I've ever had. Though in the song they're passed out and stuff and that definitely wasn't me but still...Its not the lyrics that mean so much as what I associate it with. Which really isn't summer yet, just spring and being carefree. I need it to be spring and Friday all at the same time. I'm wishing it was Friday more but Spring is second. Fourteen weeks from today I'll be home. It seems so long away, and while I know I'm not supposed to wish my life away, right now I'd give anything for it to be spring and this summer. I shouldn't be thinking about it already. It simply makes it harder, but I've been focused on it quite a bit lately. I'll be getting home in early May, which is one of my favorite times and listening to this song, I just wish I was back, matching my socks and looking out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Just a little bit of reminiscing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I also found out that we're flying down for spring break so I won't be leaving till early Sunday morning and I'll be back at like 9 or 10 Friday night. That makes me happy because if Matt comes home then I can see him. And while I still don't want to go, knowing that makes it a little more bearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;It seriously needs to be Friday evening. Maybe tomorrow and Friday will go by quick. At least the Friday before he gets here. Then I hope it goes as slow as these past 3 weeks have. Wishful thinking I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110678401041564062?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110678401041564062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110678401041564062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110678401041564062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110678401041564062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/soco-amaretto-summer-dreaming.html' title='Soco Amaretto &amp; Summer Dreaming...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110659989030022892</id><published>2005-01-24T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:51:30.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Well I seem to have gotten over my early afternoon...shall we call it surliness? Now I'm sitting here listening to Curbside Prophet which I love. Its amazing what a professor adding two points to everyone's test so I get a 50 out of 50 on my first accounting test, a nice venting and finding out I'm not the only one who likes to have a good cry often, a decent workout where the ellipticals are not both being used so I get one, nice chats with my research boss and advisor, not having econ, finding out that faculty also feel a certain professor that I find extremely long winded and boring is, in fact, long winded and boring, and finding out I'm going to get paid for this month even though more than likely I'm not going to be any work will at all, will do for your outlook on life. All this in less than four hours. Perhaps I have bipolar disease or something. Lets hope the rest of my afternoon and evening goes as well. I should now pick up a little and get my homework done so that Matt will talk to me later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I have also decided to say screw the people I was talking about earlier. I'm just not going to let it bother me. I'm also not going to let the fact that I tried telling my mother how frustrated I've been being here for the past few weeks today and she told me it was simply PMS. Thanks mother. haha. Anyways, I'm just going to go about my business and hope that they realize that I don't care what they think. Which is how I should have approached all this in the first place. We'll see how long this lasts...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110659989030022892?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110659989030022892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110659989030022892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110659989030022892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110659989030022892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110658891753714470</id><published>2005-01-24T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:51:25.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I must say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I must say that people have a tendency to piss me off. I love when I feel like someone is trying to tell me how to live my life. I could be totally off here but thats exactly what I have been getting from certain people's attitudes. I need a car. My parents are taking Jamies back today and getting mine back and though its a ghetto piece of junk I wish I could have it here. I just feel like wandering around by myself and its way to cold and wet for this girl to go on a walk. Driving, I can go farther and actually get somewhere while listening to the radio. And while yes, this defeats the purpose of wandering, it is what I think would greatly improve my mood. Well, it would help at least. The one thing that would improve it most could possibly not happen. Hopefully it will though. Then maybe I won't feel the need to get out so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Anyways, I was just bored. Trying to combat my minesweeper addiction. I seriously sit here and play it constantly. I've given up my "clue-like" online games to play it. How sad. I just sit and restart and restart. I need a life haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;So sorry to vent. But sometimes I feel the need to punch something...well people sometimes too. I don't tell you how to live your life, please don't try to tell me how to live mine. You may not like what I'm doing but you have no right to try to change that. Whatever they may think, our relationship does not allow for that. Grrr...anyways. I'm sure nobody knows who I'm talking about, probably even the people I am. And thats totally fine. In fact its probably better cause I hate confrontation. I just feel the need to kick some hiney. I think I just need to get away from campus for awhile. Most people I'm happy to be with again. But there are always the sour grapes...Oh well...off to financial accounting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110658891753714470?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110658891753714470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110658891753714470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110658891753714470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110658891753714470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-must-say.html' title='I must say...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110643671316862830</id><published>2005-01-22T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T18:31:53.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of the weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;That would be vegetable dip definatly. Jackie, with her student senate connections has agreed to aproach someone on Baldwin commitee to lobby for veggie dip all week long. It greatly increases my intake of vegetables. And don't they want me to be healthy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Today did not start out well. I was planning on going to the library but I wake up to someone out in the hall telling someone else there was lots of snow. So there went my plan and any hopes for improving my mood. I started doing history but didn't get to far. That is what I will be spending my evening doing. Good times. Gotta love Saturday's full of homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I was very cranky again, surprise surprise. Poor Matt has to put up with it. I'm very sorry. I don't know what my problem is. However, now that Steph and Jackie dragged me down to the Dow through the freezing cold and I worked off some of my poundage, my mood has greatly improved. I played tennis for a little, just hitting and such but it was so much fun. I miss it so much. I wish I was good enough to play on the team but thats ok. I don't have that competitive edge. I get out there and I love just hitting and running drills but I like playing for my own enjoyment instead of for the win. If that makes any sense, not sure, but it did in my own head. Then some dirty workout skanks were on the ellipticals which I love so I had to do the bike and I hate those with a passion. My knees were hurting so bad I wanted to cry. But I worked through it and completed my workout. Now I'm quite sore. And of course at dinner there was Vegetable dip so that was also fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;The game was cancelled so we're in for the night. Which is probaby good as the weather is horribly cold and snowy and we all know I'm not a fan of that. So now I think I'm going to get back to my history. Hopefully I can get this chapter and the next done so I only have one left for tomorrow plus my other homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110643671316862830?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110643671316862830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110643671316862830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110643671316862830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110643671316862830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/best-part-of-weekend.html' title='The best part of the weekend...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110636145658480672</id><published>2005-01-22T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:37:36.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...so I'm a Cranky Loser and I did another one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;What time are you starting this?: 9:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;Name?: Krista Dawn Houghton&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames?: Don\'t really have any...&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth?: June 16, 1986&lt;br /&gt;Sex?: Female&lt;br /&gt;Height?: 5 ft 1 &amp; 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?: Green&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born?: Lansing MI, Sparrow Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Number of candles on your last birthday cake?: 18...actually I\'m not sure I had candles...&lt;br /&gt;Pets?: none that I care to claim, but living in my house are two nasty cats&lt;br /&gt;Hair color?: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Piercings?: None...not a fan...well my ears are pierced but I don\'t wear them&lt;br /&gt;Town you live in?: Williamston, but now I\'m in Albion&lt;br /&gt;Favorite foods?: Pickles, Cheesecake...&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Africa?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Been toilet papering?: yep&lt;br /&gt;Love someone so much it made you cry?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident?: umm...yes...the cheesy bastards ran a stop sign&lt;br /&gt;Croutons or bacon bits?: yuck...neither&lt;br /&gt;Favorite day of the week?: umm...right now I\'m not particularly a fan of any...&lt;br /&gt;Favorite resturant?: Bennigans&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flower?: Lilacs&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport to watch?: College Football&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drink?: Like I said on the other one I could go for some Clearly Canadian at the moment&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor?: Moosetracks or Vanilla...I\'m boring...this we already know&lt;br /&gt;Warner Bros. or Disney?: Not sure I know the difference&lt;br /&gt;Favorite fast food restuarant?: umm...probably Taco Bell or Wendys&lt;br /&gt;Carpet color in your bedroom?: Blue at home, Tannish here at school&lt;br /&gt;How many times did you fail your driver's test?: None...though by my driving right now you wouldn\'t know&lt;br /&gt;Whom did you get your last email from?: umm...I don\'t know...it was probably the daily albion one&lt;br /&gt;Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?: Target&lt;br /&gt;What do you do most often when you are bored?: sit here and complain and also do surveys so that I drive everyone in the room including myself NUTS nuts&lt;br /&gt;Most annoying thing to say to me?: oh there are soo many...don\'t get me started&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime?: depends on the day&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV show?: The OC or ER&lt;br /&gt;Last person you went out to dinner with?:: Steph and Jackie&lt;br /&gt;Been out of country?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Believe in magick?: magick with a \'k\' no...regular magic...no&lt;br /&gt;Ford or Chevy?: Chevy because they made White Lightning&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?: The sound of my own voice&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever failed a grade?: nope...got a b in second grade spelling and cried&lt;br /&gt;If you have, what grade did you fail?:&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?: well...i guess technically though we\'ve moved beyond crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bf/gf?: yes&lt;br /&gt;If so, what is their name?: Matt&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been together?: almost 7 months&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?: nothing but a smile...haha...i\'m not smiling actually...&lt;br /&gt;Would you have sex before marriage?: well in my job field its sorta necessary&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on any of your teachers?: yuck...if you saw my teachers you would know why&lt;br /&gt;Are you a virgin?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke?: heck no&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink?: yes...you die without drink&lt;br /&gt;Are you ghetto?: heck yeah&lt;br /&gt;Are you a player?: heck yeah&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite colors?: green&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite animal?: i hate animals&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any birthmarks?: no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten your ass kicked?: probably&lt;br /&gt;Who do you talk to most on the phone?: Matt&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been slapped?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you get online a lot?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy or outgoing?: hmm...not sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you shower?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate school?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a social life?: kinda&lt;br /&gt;How easily do you trust people?: depends&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a secret people would be surprised knowing?: probably&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever sky dive?: i suppose&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to dance?: hmm...i guess...i\'m not good&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been out of state?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been expelled from school?: no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been suspended from school?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get out of your hometown?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Are you spoiled?: not really&lt;br /&gt;Are you a brat?: probably&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been dumped?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten high?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you like snapple?: i think i like one flavor&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink a lot of water?: depends&lt;br /&gt;What toothpaste do you use?: whatever kind the dentist gives me&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cell phone?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a curfew?: haha&lt;br /&gt;Who do you look up to?: my granny&lt;br /&gt;Are you a role model?: haha&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to Six Flags or Cedar Point?: yes&lt;br /&gt;What name brand do you wear the most?: Albion College...haha...does that count?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of jewelry do you wear?: I usually don\'t&lt;br /&gt;What do you want pierced?: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Do you like takin pictures?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you like gettin your picture taken?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tan?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you get annoyed easily?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever started a rumor?: hmm...i\'m not very nice...probably&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own phone or phone line?: well technically&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own pool?: we get kiddie pools at home&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer boxers or briefs?: on me? haha...on guys boxers...my brother wears briefs...eww&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been played?: haha&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played anyone?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your parents?: when we\'re not together&lt;br /&gt;How do you vent your anger?: doing random surveys when i\'m mad...haha...apparently I don\'t deal with it very well if the past few weeks are any indication&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ran away?: I packed my bag once when I was like 8 but then it got too dark to go outside&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been fired from a job?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you even have a job?: yeah...if she would tell me when she wants to meet...hmm...maybe i should change my answer above&lt;br /&gt;Do you daydream a lot?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a lot of ex's?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you run your mouth?: probably&lt;br /&gt;What do you want a tattoo of?: nothing&lt;br /&gt;What do you have a tattoo of?: nothing&lt;br /&gt;What does your ex bf/gf look like?: hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;What does your most recent crush look like?: do I technically have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;Whats her/his name?: matt if he\'s still considered a crush&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been bitched out?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Are you rude?: haha...yeah&lt;br /&gt;What was the last compliment you recieved?: not sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you like getting dirty?: hmm...this sounds perverted&lt;br /&gt;Are you flexiable?: see above&lt;br /&gt;What is your heritage?: don\'t know...&lt;br /&gt;What is your lucky number?: hmm...i like 16...its fun...but not lucky&lt;br /&gt;What does your hair look like right now?: nasty&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever be a vegetarian?: haha no&lt;br /&gt;Describe your looks?: i\'d prefer not to&lt;br /&gt;If you had to completely dye your hair it'd be what color?: I wouldn\'t...I\'m very chicken when it comes to my hair...i should do it blonde and look totally trashy&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date someone younger than you?: I am now&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date someone older than you?: depends on how old...&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were drunk?: i\'ve never been drunk&lt;br /&gt;How many rings until you answer the phone?: at least 2 unless I know someone\'s calling...that makes no sense but it does to me&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been skinny dipping?: no...i don\'t think anyone would want to see this&lt;br /&gt;If yes, when was the last time?:&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went on a date?: over christmas break&lt;br /&gt;Do you look more like your mother or father?: not sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry a lot?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever cry to get your way?: no...i don\'t think so at least...&lt;br /&gt;What phrase do you use most when on the phone?: hmm...good question&lt;br /&gt;Are you the romantic type?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been chased by cops?: haha...yes...Mollie\'s birthday breakfast junior year...good times&lt;br /&gt;What do you like most about your body?: haha&lt;br /&gt;What do you like least about your body?: haha&lt;br /&gt;When did you have your first crush?: umm...first grade...Shane Woodbury...Lynn was so pissed...but hey...we both had good marker collections&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you threw up?: Christmas break&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite sex, do you prefer blondes or brunettes?: brunettes definately&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wear shirts do show your belly?: uh no&lt;br /&gt;What about cleavage?: haha...i don\'t have any!&lt;br /&gt;Is your best friend a virgin?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fucked someone up?: I\'m not sure I understand this question&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been fucked up?: again...not sure I understand...I\'m not the quickest banana on the tree&lt;br /&gt;What theme does your room have?: uhh...whole house theme? does that count...though we\'re missing a bathroom&lt;br /&gt;What size show do you wear?: i don\'t wear shows...but if you were asking my SHOE size it would be 6 &amp;amp; 1/2&lt;br /&gt;What is your screen name on AIM?: ultradawn616&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling right now?: crabby&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were at a party?: hmmm...what kind of party?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever given a lapdance?: haha...no...again...who would want that from this?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever recieved one?: haha...no&lt;br /&gt;Has there ever been a rumor spread about you?: uh I think so&lt;br /&gt;What is one of your bad qualilties?: there are lots&lt;br /&gt;What is one of your good qualilties?: hmm...hard one&lt;br /&gt;Would you marry for money?: only if he was about to die...haha...no...jk&lt;br /&gt;What do you drive?: Chevy Lumina&lt;br /&gt;Are you more of a mommys or daddys child?: mommy\'s...though she hates me&lt;br /&gt;So?: what?&lt;br /&gt;Well?: don\'t talk to me&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried in school?: I\'m at school now so last night&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever hook up with the same sex?: ewww...no&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music do you like?: most any&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever bungee jump?: hmm...&lt;br /&gt;What is your worst fear?: there are many&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever join the army?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you like cows?: hmm...the idea of them...not in real life&lt;br /&gt;If you were to die today, what would you do?: die&lt;br /&gt;If you had one last word to say to someone before you die, what would it b?: bye...lol...i can only say 1?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to party?: well i dont\' get drunk but i like to hang out and such...thats my kind of party&lt;br /&gt;Hearts or broken hearts?: Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Moons or stars?: stars&lt;br /&gt;Coke or pepsi?: coke&lt;br /&gt;Favorite scent?: Coconut Lime Verbena&lt;br /&gt;Favorite band?: not sure I have one...&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever dye your hair red?: ew no&lt;br /&gt;How many languages can you speak?: English and also i know some words from others&lt;br /&gt;What time are you finishing this?: 9:26 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110636145658480672?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110636145658480672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110636145658480672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110636145658480672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110636145658480672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/yeahso-im-cranky-loser-and-i-did.html' title='Yeah...so I&apos;m a Cranky Loser and I did another one'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110635665152489737</id><published>2005-01-21T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T20:17:31.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a survey site!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;What is your favorite..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gum: hmm...whatever the green stuff is...spearmint?&lt;br /&gt;restaurant: Bennigans&lt;br /&gt;drink: hmm...right now I could go for some Clearly Canadian&lt;br /&gt;season: Summer or early Fall&lt;br /&gt;type of weather: warm&lt;br /&gt;emotion: happy&lt;br /&gt;thing to do on a half day: Not that I get these any more...but go out with friends to lunch&lt;br /&gt;late-night activity: Sleep!&lt;br /&gt;sport: Tennis&lt;br /&gt;city: Cincinnati or Nashville&lt;br /&gt;store: Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried: Last night&lt;br /&gt;played a sport: hmm...today if you count running, if not...then I don\'t know&lt;br /&gt;laughed: Today&lt;br /&gt;hugged someone: Probably the day I came back to school :(&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone: I kissed my mom goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;felt depressed: haha...&lt;br /&gt;felt elated: too long ago to remember&lt;br /&gt;felt overworked: I should feel this all the time...probably Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;faked sick: not since last year probably&lt;br /&gt;lied: hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word you said: I don\'t remember...something mean cause people made me mad when they woke me up from my nap&lt;br /&gt;thing you ate: haha...I had reeces sticks cause I was feeling ornery&lt;br /&gt;song you listened to: Haven\'t Seen For A While by Pat McGee band...my latest song obsession&lt;br /&gt;thing you drank: Chocolate Milk&lt;br /&gt;place you went to: Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;movie you saw: Lemony Snickett Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;movie you rented: Laws of Attraction with Matt&lt;br /&gt;concert you attended: Kansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugged: Jackie&lt;br /&gt;cried over: Matt&lt;br /&gt;kissed: technically my mom&lt;br /&gt;danced with: the TA in ballroom yesterday&lt;br /&gt;shared a secret with: Lynn&lt;br /&gt;had a sleepover with: Matt i guess&lt;br /&gt;called: my mom&lt;br /&gt;went to a movie with: Jackie, Steph, her friend Jordan, and Jim&lt;br /&gt;saw: Jackie just came in&lt;br /&gt;were angry with: haha&lt;br /&gt;couldn't take your eyes off of: Matt...I\'m a stalker&lt;br /&gt;obsessed over: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danced in the rain: no...how fun would that be though?&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;done drugs: nope...just perscription&lt;br /&gt;drank alcohol: i\'ve tried it&lt;br /&gt;slept around: haha...oh yeah all the time&lt;br /&gt;partied 'til the sun came up: umm...does my 8th grade birthday party count?&lt;br /&gt;had a movie marathon: yes&lt;br /&gt;gone too far on a dare: nope...i\'m chicken&lt;br /&gt;spun until you were immensely dizzy: yes&lt;br /&gt;taken a survey quite like this before: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110635665152489737?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110635665152489737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110635665152489737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110635665152489737'/><link 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Thanks for putting up with me guys. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you all. I'm sorry for the way I am. Thanks for putting  up with it. I miss you all so much and can't wait till I get to see you again. Sister, if they don't let me start one here then I will transfer there and we'll live together and I'll join yours. Though if I'm going to do that then I'll get a big who isn't such a cheapo. "I'll buy you a sweatshirt and give you some stuff." What is that. You really are my big sister so technically you should buy me more! Anyways, I promise to improve my outlook so you all don't have to stay up dealing with a cranky girl. Thanks again! I love you all so much and I seriously don't know what I would do without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110628582720180381?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110628582720180381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110628582720180381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110628582720180381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110628582720180381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110619668785699624</id><published>2005-01-20T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:51:27.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hum de hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was not good. I think Tuesdays are just going to bite and I need to learn to deal with it. But Matt called me at night so that greatly improved/made my day. Today was not bad. I almost feel asleep in History. I wanted to take a nap beforehand but couldn't because of the fact that I had to do my homework. I may have found a career that looks interesting to me. Who knows, it might not work out but at least I have something I can tell people. Lets see, I talked to my mother on the phone for awhile and then later I talked to my grandparents for like an hour. We had a lovely chat. I studied for Accounting too. Not as much as I should but I'll study tomorrow. We just finished watching Super Troopers. I don't have class till 1 tomorrow so I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110619668785699624?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110619668785699624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110619668785699624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110619668785699624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110619668785699624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/hum-de-hum.html' title='hum de hum'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110606520554737970</id><published>2005-01-18T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T11:20:05.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation I need you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had such big dreams for today. Actually for all weekend. I was going to be so productive. I came back from class today, didn't sleep, did my laundry, and&lt;/span&gt; cleaned out my cess-pool closet and went to the dumpster. Now I'm trying to finish up my history questions for tomorrow but I just can't do it! And Jackie just reminded me that I have to go to the bank so we're going to lunch at noon, then I'm going to the library, then I have class till four, then we're going to the band, then Steph and I are going to work out, then dinner. Then I can come back here for like an hour or so till my movie and then there is a meeting I might go to tonight. And yet I still can't do my homework! I lack motivation. Grr...oh well...it will get done eventually. Yesterday I learned how to knit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hope this week goes quick...only 1 more tuesday now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110606520554737970?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110606520554737970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110606520554737970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110606520554737970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110606520554737970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/motivation-i-need-you.html' title='Motivation I need you!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110585209276781085</id><published>2005-01-15T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T00:08:12.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clever I know. Saturday kinda sucked. We went to lunch and had breakfast stuff but it was kinda sick so I had french toast, mashed potatoes and carrots cause there was veggie dip and we know how I love that junk. So then we came back and I had my breakdown. I'm sorry. You don't need that. I also had some food cause I was hungry. There is reason for telling this. Then we went to the basketball game. That was fun. We won. I decided that I'm going to drop down to 87 pounds and join the cheerleading squad. Revamp the whole thing cause they lack pep in a massive way. Also, at 87 pounds I'd get to be the flyer which looks like it would be the most exciting position on the team. After the game we went to dinner and it sucked. Though I did get in a lot of vegetables cause again I had mashed potatoes, carrots and salad...and 2 chocolate chip cookies. I was well on my way to become 87 pounds. Then we were supposed to go bowling but no one but us wanted to go. So after dinner we came back and I talked to Matt and took a nap. Then Steph and I walked around Wesley, told Kristin she should come hang out with us later and I ate a bagel. Then we watched an ER episode and I had yogurt. I can't stop eating. We also chatted after ER and Kristin probably thinks we're freaks cause we were talking about amusement parks and anyways, she already thinks we're freaks, so why should you? Though, you probably already know that I am. After that we were super bored and trying to figure out something to do. Jim wanted to watch Spiderman 2 but I hate that movie. So here I am. I really want to talk to Matt but he's away and I promised I wouldn't go outside and talk to him. Perhaps I'll go back to the lounge but it smells in there and I don't really feel like it for some reason. I'm so anti-social. So I'll probably just sit here...hopefully not eat though. Oh well. If you read this take my quiz. I made it tonight in my boredom and its fun...well for me anyways...take it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110585209276781085?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110585209276781085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110585209276781085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110585209276781085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110585209276781085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-night-dead.html' title='Saturday Night Dead'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110568106593837051</id><published>2005-01-14T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T00:37:45.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I should so be in bed. But I'm not tired. Today I didn't have class till 1:00 but it just seemed to last forever. Its probably because of econ. My professor is so boring. Ballroom was lots of fun. We added new steps to the tango and we learned how to turn. This afternoon Jackie and I organized our planners with color codes. Mine didn't work out that well but I do feel slightly  more organized now. Then I had to go to the MLK convocation. I went over with Adam and Ohio Paul and Adam had lifesavers. I made Paul eat the white one so I could have the red. It was delicious. Then Jackie and I skipped out on the candlelight procession to the KC to come back here. I did my communications reading and then talked to Matt for awhile. It was the highlight of my day...despite the fact that someone refuses to wear their coat in -30 degree weather. But that is fine. If someone wants to catch their death I do not care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I decided today that I have SAD...Seasonal Affective Disorder. Not sure if that is the real name but it works for me. I told my mother when we chatted today and she encouraged me to buy one of those lamps we got for my great grandma. Then I told her i was kidding. Good story I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;But its late and I should go to sleep otherwise I'm not gonna be able to get up for my one and only class at 8 tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&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/8372247-110568106593837051?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110568106593837051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110568106593837051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110568106593837051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110568106593837051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-tired.html' title='Not tired...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110558517139471541</id><published>2005-01-13T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T21:59:31.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the Lemon Tree song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;So ever since I was younger I loved this song. It was about a Lemon Tree. It was back when Jamie &amp;amp; I shared the pink room I do believe. Anyways. So for some reason I thought of it today and I got it. I'm quite excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Today was the exact same as Monday only I wasn't quite so cranky. Though I had a lot more work to do as I did nothing yesterday. I had to come back from class and do my History and Accounting homework. I went to the KC in between Accounting and Econ and did some of my Econ reading for this week. Now I have no motivation but lots to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;We went to the basketball game tonight for a little while. I enjoyed announcing the names of the players to Jackie, not sure she appreciated it. But do I care what that skank appreciates? Heck no! All I wanted was a purple event staff T-shirt that the boys who wipe up sweat off the floor wear and she wouldn't go have sex with the one to get it for me. Gosh, you think you're close to your roommate and she won't even have sex with random men to get you apparel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Thats fine though. I'll just go to the thing next week and join some organizations long enough to get their apparel and then drop out. And just for refusing to seduce the event staff man, you're doing Habitat for Humanity with me for another four hours till we get our t-shirts! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Guess next time you'll think twice before refusing random sex for apparel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110558517139471541?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110558517139471541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110558517139471541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110558517139471541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110558517139471541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-got-lemon-tree-song.html' title='I got the Lemon Tree song!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110541143005578749</id><published>2005-01-11T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:43:50.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a long day!</title><content type='html'>The first day of classes. It was soo long. I had all four academic classes today. I'm not thinking I'm going to like history at all. I hate journals with a passion and am not that big on discussions. However, Accounting seems promising even though I had to read 32 pages of my text book today and do a problem. It will be a lot of work but it will probably be the one i like the most. Hopefully ballroom is good tomorrow. I need something fun to get credit for. Tomorrow I have all 5 classes and I start at 8 and am done at 9. I need to sleep tonight. I'm quite cranky and stressed. I just need a routine...hopefully that will make things better. The calender is looking quite good for before spring break so that cheers me up some. Its after spring break that worries me. Stupid stupid stupid cruise. I really don't want to go. If someone wants to pose as me for a week and take my cruise they are more than welcome to. Hopefully it will all work out. I shouldn't worry about it now but worrying is one of my favorite hobbies as well as obsessing about when I'm going to see Matt. Now I'm off to go watch The Fast and the Furious in Steph &amp;amp; Kathy's room. Cross your fingers that seeing Vin Diesel cheers me up and that I can sleep tonight. With this combination tomorrow should be spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110541143005578749?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110541143005578749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110541143005578749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110541143005578749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110541143005578749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-long-day.html' title='What a long day!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110533119737157401</id><published>2005-01-10T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:26:37.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Its 2005...I'm old...next year I'll be twenty...holy cheese. My sister is getting married and in a year and a half I'll be twenty. Yes its a long ways off but still...think about it. Anyways. My break was pretty good...except for that stretch where I didn't see Matt for a few days. But for the most part I got to see him quite a bit...though it wasn't nearly enough. Only a few more weeks. Now I'm back at school. I unpacked...it was quite an ordeal. I brought back so much stuff...its insane. Then I learned how to break the law. I'm quite excited. I'm a rebel! ...though I hope I don't get sent to prison! Tomorrow I start classes again. I'm not really looking forward to getting up at 7:45, 7:50ish...Why am I taking that class? My schedule is rather packed monday through Wednesday but Thursdays are not bad and Friday's I'm done at 9. That will be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Anyways...off to bed for this girl...she's used to getting up at 10...cross your fingers I'll make it to class on time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110533119737157401?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110533119737157401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110533119737157401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110533119737157401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110533119737157401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110308634995590237</id><published>2004-12-15T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:52:29.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home...kinda</title><content type='html'>So I'm home. Its not bad but not exciting either. I have no car so tomorrow I'm going to be super bored. Though Matt and I came up with ideas to keep me entertained. I will consider using some of his. Though I would still like help with New Years...it would be very appreciated. Though its not required. I'm not trying to steal any victories. Though right now someone is trying to steal mine.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to keep a good attitude and not be hostile here at home. Things are not bad yet. That won't come till Thursday. Its just boring around here. I'm lonely. I did see dani today. That was fun. But now I'm on my own till Thursday. Lets hope I last. lol. Well...I have nothing else so I'll get back to watching my movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110308634995590237?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110308634995590237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110308634995590237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110308634995590237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110308634995590237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/home-sweet-homekinda.html' title='Home Sweet Home...kinda'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110289256613165002</id><published>2004-12-12T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T18:02:46.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap session anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;So I'm supposed to be studying. I was supposed to go study like 2 hours ago so I did for like 15 minutes and then I played Mario. So then I got back online and then I went and was supposed to study and I played Mario again. Only I got kinda sick of dying cause I kinda suck. I really don't want to study for theater. And I really don't want to go home. I hate being told when to be home and all that stuff. It drives me nuts! And if I don't have a car I don't know how I'm going to work and such. I really shouldn't be complaining cause I'm sure its annoying but I just had to share. I seem to be annoying lately anyways. What can you do? Me being annoying is nothing new. I really need to study. First Year Seminars are sooo stupid! I'd like to kill the person who invented them. At least the one who decided that I would think American Musical Theater is interesting. Its just extremely stupid and I don't want to do the dang final at 8 am. GRRRRR...Ok...Like I said, apparently I'm annoying today. So sorry to all those I was annoying to. And also cranky. The crankpolice did get me earlier. This past week has just sucked...Not that its bad now. I just don't have motivation. I really feel the need to kill someone. Preferably my American Musical Theater teacher. I think I need a RAP session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110289256613165002?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110289256613165002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110289256613165002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110289256613165002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110289256613165002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/rap-session-anyone.html' title='Rap session anyone?'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110273349516237407</id><published>2004-12-11T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T21:51:35.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm very sick of working. I have studied econ so much today and I went to my review session for American Musical Theater. I really tried to control my rage but it was so long and he kept going off on tangents that it drove me nuts. I seriously wanted to kill someone by the time it was finally over with. And I actually got my life mission statement and resume done. I should have done them months ago. Though I really don't care right now. I also edited my paper. Now I just need to find something to keep me occupied for the rest of the night. I'm very tired so perhaps I'll go to be early so I can get up and look over my notes again before I take my exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till Monday when I'm done and do not have to worry about stupid classes anymore. I'm hoping next semesters classes keep me engaged longer than these ones did. Soo boring. Anyways this is too and not productive at all...Perhaps I'll go play my game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110273349516237407?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110273349516237407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110273349516237407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110273349516237407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110273349516237407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110256516002378788</id><published>2004-12-09T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:10:16.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky? What does that mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;that's right folks. I have given up crankiness. Its done. I have my own crank police Steph who is going to hurt me in some form whenever I am cranky. It was horrible today. I seriously wanted to kill someone in class today. Vicious I know. I'm working on it though. But I talked to Matt and adopted my new policy of no crankiness and am feeling much better. We went to visit Kathy in the hospital again as she broke her ankle yesterday. Crystal &amp;amp; I went to Anna's House of Flowers to get her some flowers and had a nice chat with Anna as she whipped up a beautiful bouquet. It was awesome to watch her do it. I seriously wish I had some sort of talent like that. She was amazing. And she charged us way less than they were worth. She was such a cute lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I came back and chatted for awhile. I had to yell at my son because he has a paper due tomorrow and was not doing it. I threatened to revoke his allowance for a month though and he gave in and worked...The boy can't live without his porn. lol. Sorry William...Mother didn't mean to spread your secrets. Though I doubt you're ashamed. Though...Does Lonnie know? haha. Sorry...I'll stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Then I was working on my paper. I actually got started. Not a full page but enough cause my sister called and we talked about it a little and I need to tweak my thesis a little. But that should be easy. Lets hope Dr. Lockyer thinks our stupid stories are funny cause that's probably gonna be the only humor in it. Now that I've given up for the night I think I'm going to go see if Girls Night In is still on. Though if its not perhaps I'll try to work some more. Last day of classes tomorrow and I only have econ! How fun! But Steph is here so I'm off to watch New York Minute. I hate those girls. Stupid hos. But I'll hold back my rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110256516002378788?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110256516002378788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110256516002378788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110256516002378788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110256516002378788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/cranky-what-does-that-mean.html' title='Cranky? What does that mean?'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110248625694491728</id><published>2004-12-08T04:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:12:43.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is my problem? I think I'm going nuts...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110248625694491728?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110248625694491728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110248625694491728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110248625694491728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110248625694491728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-is-my-problem-i-think-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110237505066547615</id><published>2004-12-06T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T18:17:30.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I need to be done with this semsester. I feel like I'm screwing everything up...actually I'm pretty certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110237505066547615?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110237505066547615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110237505066547615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110237505066547615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110237505066547615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110230474622589400</id><published>2004-12-06T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:45:46.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;So I'm back to school. Feeling slightly better. I spent most of my weekend at home sleeping on one of Mary or Les's big pink pillows in front of the fire place sleeping through movies. It was wonderful. My family left me alone for the most part and let me sleep. I also went to a Christmas party. That was fun. My Aunt Diana and I kicked butt at euchre. Then I came back here this afternoon and have been working for much of the rest of the day. I got a lot of econ done and some of Ross &amp;amp; I's Musical Theater project. And I am supposed to be doing work on honors. But I just can't. I can't think of a topic. Mine seems like its going to be boring and half of the assignment is to "use humor." This is not possible for me. I can't write and "use humor" So I will just have to deal with failing. Oh well. Who needs school? At least not honors...They are a waste of time. Enough of that. I ate some of my Grandma's rolls for part of my dinner tonight. They were thoroughly enjoyable. I almost wish she hadn't given them to me...I'm going to gain a hundred million pounds if I keep eating the way I have been. Though I am taking aerobics next semester. Though SOMEONE says it won't matter. RUDE...haha I'm just kidding...He's probably right. But as we all know I don't care enough to change anything so I'll go about my way. And besides if you've ever had my Grandma's rolls you know why I can't resist them. Well that's about it...Its nearly 11 now so I really should get to work on my honors since I have to meet with the woman in 12 hours. If you have ANY ideas for my paper, or it could be a project if you make it stupid proof for this artistically/creatively challenged girl, let me know...Preferably very soon...I'm desperate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110230474622589400?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110230474622589400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110230474622589400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110230474622589400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110230474622589400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110203406087268949</id><published>2004-12-02T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T19:34:20.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is very bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I need to get motivated. Ross and I worked for a little while on our project but that is all I have done today except sleep mostly. I was a rebel and skipped honors for the first time all semester. That was a big accomplishment for me. Sad that skipping class is pretty much all I've done this week. Oh well. I am so ready for this semester to be over with. I don't feel like working any more. My motivation flew out the window with Thanksgiving. So now I'm sitting here listening to some music, Tim at the current moment, She's my Kind of Rain. I love that one. I should be doing my econ reading but if I go anywhere near my bed I'm likely to fall back asleep. I can say one thing though. I just woke up from a glorious nap. It would have been one of the best naps I've taken if I hadn't had my headphones on. My ear was sore when I woke up...But it was still a good one. Anyways, I'm just waiting for our Thursday night OC party to start. Perhaps in between parties tonight I'll work.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I just thought I'd share. I love the way this keyboard sounds when I type. I seriously need a life but I really enjoy it. One would think that this would make writing my papers much more enjoyable but it doesn't. I still don't do them. Instead I spend time doing this. My priorities are very whacked out apparently. Oh well. When I end up failing out of college and never getting a job and living on the street, unsuccessfully selling my body for money &amp;amp; food, it will be my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I get to go home this weekend. My mom should be happy that I actually WANT to come home on a weekend when Matt's not there. Instead she says its ok if I don't. I just want to sleep in my own bed and have soup and get my medicine and sleep in my own bed. Did I mention sleep in my own bed? Oh well...On that note, maybe I'll go take another nap so I'm well rested for The OC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110203406087268949?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110203406087268949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110203406087268949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110203406087268949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110203406087268949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-very-bad.html' title='This is very bad...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110194695375380424</id><published>2004-12-01T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T19:22:33.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady in Red...gotta love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I am sitting here jamming to Lady in Red. I love that song. It makes me want to be at a wedding for some reason. Anyways, not much has been going on since I got back to good ole Albion. I'm slightly under the weather but soon will be training for my mega marathon. I've been skipping class left and right. Econ tuesday, Musical Theater today, and probably honors tomorrow depending on how I feel. I almost hope I don't feel any better so I can skip. I have been to every single honors class this semester and I hate it with a passion. Now all I have to do is get through next week and write my horrible final. I'm sure it will suck and I kinda don't care. I'm not motivated enough to care. Oh well. No more complaining. I'm just going to skip if I feel bad and call it a day. I am going home this weekend also for the Christmas Party. I'm hoping its enjoyable. Plus also this way my mommy can get me some soup and if I'm still sick I can sleep in my own bed and take long hot showers without being rude to people I'm not related to. Plus Dani and I might go Christmas shopping which I need to do cause I will have to work very hard to get someone something they want cause they won't tell me what they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Lets see...what else has happened? I slammed my arm in the Observatory door tonight after dropping off my time card. That hurt. It is slightly bruised and it is sore now. Too bad it wasn't my leg and my leg didn't get broken so my plan to have Campus Safety drive me every where all winter couldn't work out. Oh well...that can be my Christmas break goal. That is what I want for Christmas! I like that very much. The last few days before the end of break we will break my leg so my jeans don't get wet all winter. I really need to go to bed. My ex-wife is also sick. I think we got it from getting our Joann's on this weekend. Darn that 1.99 fleece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110194695375380424?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110194695375380424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110194695375380424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110194695375380424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110194695375380424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/12/lady-in-redgotta-love-it.html' title='Lady in Red...gotta love it'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110169705207439224</id><published>2004-11-29T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:59:11.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Quite awhile actually. But my computer broke and I had no way to do this cause I wasn't going to use the nasty public computers unless I absolutely had to cause they are gross...you just feel the nasty grease on them. Anyways. Now I have a new one and its quite nice. Only its thicker than my old one and I'm still short so its even harder to type than on my old one but I will deal. I'm just glad to have a computer again. I'm very glad that I was home most of this last week so I was only really without one for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;My Thanksgiving break was very good. I got to see Matt quite a bit so that was the highlight. Now only 3 more weeks till Christmas break and then I have a whole month. I'm quite excited. My mom will hate me even more but I'm used to that so it won't be a big deal. Anyways...I should really get back to my honors paper that is due tomorrow...unless I decide to stop and do the rest tomorrow...hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110169705207439224?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110169705207439224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110169705207439224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110169705207439224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110169705207439224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110083701704163977</id><published>2004-11-19T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:03:37.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I save a life &amp; break my toes...All in the same day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Thursday...Finally almost Friday. This seriously has been the longest week of my life. But now it is almost done thank goodness. We just finished hanging the rest of our Christmas lights. It was fun...But I almost died again. We made William come to make it easier...I mean, my son is a giant...You would think it would be easier with him, but we seemed to have many problems. It took us over half an hour to put them up around the room. And 2 strands went around the 3 sides of the room. So now we have 1 more left...Whatever will we do with it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Today we ran some errands after my last class. We made a foray into the village. Ohh...That's like that movie...Not a good one...Anyways...We went into town cause I needed to go to the bank and Jackie wanted post cards and Ross wanted to rollerblade and we all wanted to hang out with Steph. So Ross was rollerblading as I said and we're walking downtown and all the sudden I feel something falling next to me and I grab and catch Ross. I saved his life. It was funny. And I'm a heeroe! Wow! Steph! I'm a heeroe! Holy Cheese! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;So then on the way back from dinner tonight, Jackie, Kathy and I were just walking along and I tripped over my flip flop cause since it was so warm today I was wearing flip flops and I broke my toes...Well scrapped them anyways. So yes, then tonight I was bad and didn't get my work done but I promise that I will have it done for tomorrow. Then we watched The OC and hung our lights and now we are having our ER party...Yes we are wild around here. And I'm super excited about tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I am so awesome that I just can't take it...The vibes that come off me...Is that what you wanted in here Kathy? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Here's a question...Do you need salt to have pepper??? Yes or No??? Let us know...We've been having a 15 minute debate....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110083701704163977?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110083701704163977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110083701704163977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110083701704163977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110083701704163977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-save-life-break-my-toesall-in-same.html' title='I save a life &amp; break my toes...All in the same day'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110073303784094570</id><published>2004-11-17T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:10:37.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Sometimes I just don't know whats going on. Everything around me is fine but I don't know. I feel like there is a bomb waiting to fall...Right on my life...Anyways...No one wants to hear this. Just thought I'd share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I went to my research meeting and she was like Krista I didn't expect you to be done. So I spent 8 hours freaking out last night for nothing. Oh well...At least I'm partially done except for the stuff I have to do again. And I got back from lunch and Jackie told me to call my mom on her cell so I freaked out thinking someone had died or something and she only wanted me to do something for her online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Musical Theater was a waste. I simply should not go to class anymore. Good news is is that Steph got Communications and Ballroom with me! That was good. Anyways...I'm bored and so is this plus my computer keeps spazzing out so I'm going to go take a nap or something. Who knows...Who really cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I need an attitude adjustment and this week needs to get over with cause its seriously driving me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110073303784094570?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110073303784094570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110073303784094570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110073303784094570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110073303784094570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/yep.html' title='Yep...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110048946884741999</id><published>2004-11-15T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:31:08.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;The weekend is over. Now it is almost Monday. Saturday was family day. My family came. They were late. But what else is new? Not a big deal except that we had to sit on the Olivet Side and they were nuts-o. Oh well. Then my family took me shopping to get groceries and also we had dinner and it was nice to get out of Baldwin. And then Saturday night Steph, Ross, Will &amp; I went to see the Grudge. It was not scary which was disappointing, though now I get to make the scary noise when Steph opens her door so that is fun. Not much else going on in this neck of the woods. Is really hot in here. So after the movie we came back here and watched the first half of the Music Man for Ross &amp;amp; I's Musical Theater project and I snacked on Saltines and the cheese cubes my parents got me at the Sams Club. It was good. Today I read all day. And felt slightly under the weather. And we had a scavenger hunt and it was fun. Then tonight Steph and I made shells and cheese and finished You've Got Mail which we started last night at 2 in the morning. Now here I am...Slacking but I don't feel like reading anymore. So I'm not...I'll read all day tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110048946884741999?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110048946884741999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110048946884741999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110048946884741999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110048946884741999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-one-down.html' title='Last One Down'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110032224907840922</id><published>2004-11-13T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:04:09.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You'll be sexy in your socks"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;"We can polish the floor!" Right Steph?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;So today was probably worse then yesterday. I don't know. I woke up at 9 after going to bed at 3 and watched The OC. It was ok. I was not in the mood at all. Oh well. Then I was motivated, thinking a hot shower would help. But there was nasty hair in the hot one and the middle one was used so I got stuck in the cooler one. So I went back to bed at 10:30 and got back up at like 12:15. Then I talked to Matt for a long time. That made me feel better. Around 4 my mood improved significantly, not sure what happened. So then William, Jackie and I sat around here and made turkeys for our door. They are beautiful. After dinner, which was served on paper plates &amp;amp; w/ plastic wear and was disgusting, I took another nap and then we went and saw The Polar Express. I enjoyed it. But there was one part with the ventriloquist dolls which scared me as it brought back memories from my childhood where Melissa and Jamie would chase me around with Willy Talk, my moms doll, and chant "Give me a kiss, give me a kiss" and then I'd wake up and Willy would be right next to my face. It was serious sibling abuse. After the movie we went to the KC to watch Adam perform at open mic night. Then I talked to Matt again and now here I am. Not in a good mood exactly, but not horribly upset like I was. More towards discontent then happy but what can you do? I'm listening to Shania Twain Party for Two over and over. Don't know the significance of that. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110032224907840922?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110032224907840922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110032224907840922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110032224907840922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110032224907840922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/youll-be-sexy-in-your-socks.html' title='&quot;You&apos;ll be sexy in your socks&quot;'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110023465178505026</id><published>2004-11-12T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:44:11.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;So today sucks. I don't know...It started fine enough...And then got very sucky and then was not bad and then is sucky again. Oh well...Not a big deal. Just one of those days. I'm ready for Thanksgiving in a huge way. And then Christmas...Ready to be done with the classes I'm taking and such. Oh well. Anyways, this is not enjoyable so I'll stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;On the bright side, I get to sleep in tomorrow and I'm going to watch The OC in bed in my pjs and then eat my left over Olive Garden. And Jackie and I are going to do laundry and clean the joint for the rents...Good times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110023465178505026?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110023465178505026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110023465178505026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110023465178505026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110023465178505026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/yeah.html' title='Yeah...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110014422880654657</id><published>2004-11-11T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:37:08.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's nothing white trash about White Lightning" ~Lynn Eloise</title><content type='html'>So last night I had a really weird dream. Erica was dropping me &amp; Lynn of all the IGA parking lot and we were driving around looking for my lumina but we couldn't find it but guess what we did find??? White Lightning! And in my dream I got to drive around in it again. I was seriously very happy in this dream. I miss White Lightning. That was the best car I will ever drive...even though the radio didn't work for a couple of months there but hey I did get that spanish channel on AM...that was educational...and weird...the man knew everyone who called in and their extended family. I remember one day the dj man and the lady calling in talked for seriously like 10 minutes about her dad's birthday or retirement party. It was strange. I've never heard anyone go on like that on the radio. It was interesting. Plus, I did get to sing at the top of my lungs. But I would keep the no radio even though in the end I had one to keep White Lightning. Seriously, I'm still kinda upset that my parents made me sell her to Aunt Betty because I'd need a reliable car at Albion but then I didn't even bring a car here and my car at home is a piece of junk. It doesn't even have a rearview mirror. Sure White Lighting had that large crack in the windshield from when Brent threw his pants or whatever at my car that one time I drove Jenny home. But still...it was WHITE LIGHTNING for God's sake. We had such good times in that car. I got pulled over that one time...Tessa &amp;amp; I had some good times during tennis season...it was just a great car. Anyways, probably everyone thinks I'm a freak because I know absolutely nothing about cars and here I am going on and on about this one. But it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Best Friend!&lt;br /&gt;ultradawn616: if i liked a guy what would you tell me to do?&lt;br /&gt;SiLKkYSMooVe112: tap that ass&lt;br /&gt;And that is the advice I give to you Best Friend...go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...and I got Olive Garden tonight...that was very good...&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/8372247-110014422880654657?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110014422880654657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110014422880654657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110014422880654657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110014422880654657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/theres-nothing-white-trash-about-white.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s nothing white trash about White Lightning&quot; ~Lynn Eloise'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-110004434126016707</id><published>2004-11-10T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:13:07.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want for Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Wow...So at my speaker tonight I find out that NPR has mentioned our drinking problem. Interesting I suppose. So I come back from said speaker to an instant message from my sister saying that she heard about our drinking problem on the news. I just thought that was interesting. But anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Nothing exciting happened today. Just classes and a speaker. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;So yes, I have absolutely nothing to write about but I should really be doing homework but I don't want to so I'm not. And this is somewhat productive right? I mean I'm using my English skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Ok...So this is pointless ramblings. Oh well. At my honors class today I got quite freaked out when I realized I had only done one of the readings for today. Thank goodness that we didn't get to that. Not that I really participate anyways but I have a massive guilt complex. Yes, that is it. I'll let stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;On another note. Someone better tell me something he wants or he's going to end up with the things I'm thinking of which he probably doesn't want. Think about that. And then tell me. Serious. Do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-110004434126016707?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110004434126016707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=110004434126016707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110004434126016707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/110004434126016707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-do-you-want-for-christmas.html' title='What do you want for Christmas?'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109997150544629869</id><published>2004-11-09T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:38:25.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickles and Saltines...the jury's still out</title><content type='html'>So I invented a new snack, well new to me at least. Pickles and Saltines. At first one thinks, gross but once you taste it you realize that the combination creates something for your tastebuds to enjoy, well at least think about. Anyways. I share this with you because Jackie and I were just discussing food and what we should have our parents get us over family weekend. I'm open to all suggestions. I need some new ideas. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my day was not bad. My seminar was cancelled so that was fun. And I got mail! That made my day especially since it was from Matt. Only 11 more days till he's done...I'm quite jealous. &lt;br /&gt;I also worked tonight. Time is moving so slow. I wish this week and next were already done. Grr...lets all gang up and kick father time's behind. I could use my mad walker moves and have him crying on his knees. Then'd I'd control time. I like that idea...I like it very much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109997150544629869?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109997150544629869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109997150544629869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109997150544629869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109997150544629869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/pickles-and-saltinesthe-jurys-still.html' title='Pickles and Saltines...the jury&apos;s still out'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109988020809346244</id><published>2004-11-08T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:16:48.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down...2 to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So its Sunday. Only 2 more left! I'm quite happy about that. Friday was fun. My seminar class went to the Wharton to see Chicago. I did not have high hopes because I hated the movie. But it was actually really good. And one of the drivers used to be the stage manager or something there so we got to go back stage. It was cool. I've been there a lot for high school and stuff so it was cool to actually get to walk on the stage and stuff. We went to Applebee's before the show, not usually my favorite place but I got to get dessert so you know I was super happy. It did make me want to be home though, even though I was just there last weekend. But something about being so close to home and not being able to go makes me want to be there even more.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was woken up at the ungodly hour of 10 am, which if you're reading this you probably already know because I chose to spout off about it that morning. So I was kinda cranky for awhile. Then Will, Steph &amp;amp; I went to the medieval feast thing. I wouldn't exactly call it a feast as most of it was stuff that I tried but didn't eat. And the cream stuff at the end upset my stomach. After that I was super tired so I took a nap and then Jackie, Steph and I went to Denny's. It was nice to get out and do something off of campus. And Denny's was really cool cause it was an old fashioned one. After that we came back here and then went to the Bohm and saw Friday Night Lights. I enjoyed it...I admit, I shed a tear or two. Then we watched Billy Madison which I love.&lt;br /&gt;Today I got up at 11:30 and was motivated enough to take a shower. Then we went to lunch which was gross. Jackie and I made a trip to the library which motivated me enough to get most of my work done. After I came back here I wrote my paper but then fell asleep till dinner time, which surprise surprise was gross...Though there was cheesecake. Though I decided that that was my serpent. Its so good, delectable I would say. And its always good, except for the other day at dinner when they put chocolate on it. But that's the exception that proves the rule or however that goes. I just can't resist it even though it makes me sick. Oh well. After dinner I came back and talked to Matt again for a long time. But finally he made me go do my reading. Which was good. I got some of it done. Now just 200 more pages before Thursday which isn't really a lot but I'm not actually finding this book to be so good. Anyways, now I'm here stalking Matt some more and writing in this...Thinking about an early bed time. Who knows... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109988020809346244?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109988020809346244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109988020809346244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109988020809346244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109988020809346244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/1-down2-to-go.html' title='1 down...2 to go...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109975572536775819</id><published>2004-11-06T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:42:05.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE tours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;"What happened to our gourds?" Jackie asks me this at 10:38 on SATURDAY morning. Why are we up at such an insane hour you ask? Because stupid high schoolers choose to come on tours at that horrid hour...And talk super loud...Right outside my door. I just don't understand it. Isn't it bad enough that they wake me up on Fridays when I don't have class till 2? Must they now infringe on my weekends? I'm quite irate. Tours SUCK. We should seriously hurt all tours. Don't come to Albion! They wake you up at indecent hours on the weekends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109975572536775819?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109975572536775819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109975572536775819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109975572536775819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109975572536775819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-tours.html' title='I HATE tours!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109962878609611313</id><published>2004-11-05T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:26:26.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a slacker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;I seriously need an attitude adjustment. Well a work ethic one maybe. Oh well. I have the whole weekend right? Well not the whole weekend because my seminar is going to see Chicago at the Wharton tomorrow. And we're going to Okemos Applebee's...So everyone who is going to be at home go to Applebee's &amp; I'll see you there! Good times. My seminar meeting was cancelled today which was great. And there was cheesecake. I'm ashamed to say I had some at lunch and dinner. Though lunch was better because they put chocolate on it at dinner. Who does that? The cheesecake was so exciting that it made it onto my "What I'm thankful for" list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;I also had to work today. It was not bad though I could not get ahold of anyone. Oh well. I'll deal. I got a waterbottle because we got over 50 pledges. So watch out...This may become someone's Christmas present! Haha. Not really. I like it. And The OC premiered tonight so Jackie taped that for me and I watched it before ER while we made snowflakes. Holy Cheese! I have to finish. We hung the snowflakes around our light. It is so beau-tious! Come and see our wonderful decorations! Then we had our ER party and did our ab workout. I hate those rope pulls. But I'm gonna get buff if its the last thing I do! Or at least work off all that Halloween candy! Now I'm here talking to Matt and copying Jim's Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel CD. Listening to....The sound...Of silence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109962878609611313?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109962878609611313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109962878609611313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109962878609611313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109962878609611313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-such-slacker.html' title='I am such a slacker...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109954303781397507</id><published>2004-11-04T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:37:17.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay together for the tinsel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;This is the new motto of 110. Jackie cannot desert me no matter how much she wants to because we would have no way of dividing the tinsel. I think its quite an ingenious plan stan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Today my research meeting was cancelled which was fun cause that meant I could sleep later cause I could come back after econ and take my shower. So that was good since I went to bed late as I was watching the election. Then my mom emailed saying my stepdad wanted me to call. So my first thought was that he was going to be near here and wanted to have lunch, my second thought was that someone died because my mom always makes him tell us the bad news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Hold on: In 1871 Paris declared its own government from France...For 10 weeks. It ended in many deaths. Jackie's happy tidbit for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Anyways, luckily it turned out to be the first thought. So we had lunch and a nice chat about the election. Its nice to be with my parents when they're not pissed at me. Haha...Not that I'll be changing my ways but you know. Anyways, we won't beat a dead horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So then I had to go to class cause I got back in time and I'm not enough of a rebel to skip. But on the way Kathy and I were discussing Thanksgiving and some kind soul walking &amp;amp; eavesdropping in front of us kindly let me know that we have Wednesday off too! I'm excited. And on the way back someone else was eavesdropping and began to comment on our conversation again. It was the one they call my stalker. But I think maybe he's just lonely. He just happens to always have a watch when I need one and be near us when we're eating dinner and now answering my questions about Family Weekend. Anyways, I'm sure its a coincidence...Why would anyone stalk me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;I also worked tonight and then we went to the Dow and worked out. Now I'm here...Enjoying the atmosphere of our Christmas lights and tinsel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;haha...A fun excerpt from my conversation with husband...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;cdl115: do you have that picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;cdl115: b/c i got a look at myself in the mirror...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;cdl115: and i liked what i saw&lt;/span&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/8372247-109954303781397507?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109954303781397507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109954303781397507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109954303781397507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109954303781397507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/stay-together-for-tinsel.html' title='Stay together for the tinsel'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109945657419605624</id><published>2004-11-03T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:36:14.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So last night we watched The Prince &amp;amp; Me. It was not very good. And we corrupted Steph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Today my honors class was cancelled so that was super good. And I busted out my Christmas music and then Jackie and I went to Pamida and got Christmas decorations. Our room is beautiful. Now Kathy, Will, Steph and I are watching the polls and I'm talking to Matt. Its interesting. Plus I got rid of almost all my candy. Mostly by forcing it down Will's throat...Sorry bud! But you need it. So yes, I'm glad its almost all gone cause I've been eating a lot of it. I'm gonna gain a million pounds. And then I would be able to crush people by sitting on them despite what Matt says. I'm scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;I also had a Gerstacker Speaker tonight and I got a cool little flashlight thing for my keys. Its cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Anyways, if you're within visiting distance definitely come see our room. Its beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109945657419605624?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109945657419605624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109945657419605624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109945657419605624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109945657419605624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-election-day.html' title='Happy Election Day'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109928691284388322</id><published>2004-11-01T03:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T00:28:32.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So its Halloween...happy Halloween to you. My weekend was very good. Friday Amy &amp;amp; Dani and I hung out after I got picked up. That was fun. My parents took the insurance off my car which they've said they were gonna do since I left but convieniently did it after I pissed them off last weekend. But whatever, I can deal. Saturday we went to the good old pumpkin patch. I got one...it was really cute. Then we watched the Michigan-Michigan State game. My brother was freaking out...lol. Then I went to Matt's which was the whole reason I came home this weekend anyways. I spent the night at lynn's so I didn't get calls asking where I was when they know where I am. Anyways, I won't make this angry. Cause I'm not angry..just annoyed that everyone feels I'm 10 years old. Anyways, today i went and saw my dad. Then we went to my grandmas for trick or treating. I had a chat with my grandparents over my frustrations. It was interesting. Apparently the benefits from being the youngest are over and now I just get stuck with all the junky stuff. Oh well. I'll deal. They'll get over it, and if they don't, I'm to the point where I don't care. Anyways, good times. Besides my parents being stupid, I had an excellent weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109928691284388322?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109928691284388322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109928691284388322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109928691284388322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109928691284388322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109908153235824329</id><published>2004-10-29T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T15:25:32.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;This is Krista and Steph. Sorry that I have not updated this recently. But here Steph and I are writing in this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Hi this is Steph. I am great. So is Krista. We are both great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;This is Krista. I am going home tonight. I am hanging out with Amy and Dani. And then tomorrow I am hanging out with Matt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Last night we watched Love Actually. It was super good. Wasn't it Steph?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Yes. It rocked. I thoroughly enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;I am going to Fall Fest tonight and making Krista a wax hand. Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Alright. Well we are hanging out and waiting for Dani and Chris to pick me up. Peace out all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Dodododododo thats all folks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109908153235824329?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109908153235824329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109908153235824329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109908153235824329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109908153235824329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/spirit-fingers.html' title='Spirit Fingers'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109893923250801427</id><published>2004-10-28T02:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:53:52.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the FUN FAIRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Yes sirree bob. I am the fun fairy! And I have green wings! And a really cool hair tie thingy. Jackie, Steph and I went to the Dollar General today (gotta love the dollar store) and we found them and they are the coolest. So we went Boo Bowling and now we stink but it was free and fun so that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I started working the phonathon. It went much better today. There was a guy from Williamston but he wasn't home. I was sad. I wanted to talk to one of my homies and see what was going down in my town lol.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been very uneventful thus far. And it has been moving rather slow. Though tonight went super quick. We sang karoke. We sucked and the microphone didn't work very well. But it was still fun. Hopefully the rest of the week will move along as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its late and I didn't get to sleep until 3 last night cause I'm a narcoleptic so I think I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109893923250801427?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109893923250801427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109893923250801427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109893923250801427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109893923250801427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-fun-fairy.html' title='I&apos;m the FUN FAIRY!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109875947463510126</id><published>2004-10-26T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:57:54.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Accomplished...Yet so much to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;Today was so productive. I was so proud. During econ things were not looking good. I kept spacing. But I came back here and Jackie and I went to lunch and then after that I was so motivated. And after musical theater I came back here and actually started my honors paper. Then after the Gerstacker thing I finished! I was so proud. And I got my econ homework done, finished my honors reading, did my econ reading for this week, did my absentee ballot, and refigured my schedule. Hopefully I'll get my first choices cause then I will fill 2 requirements and have Fridays off. I didn't even plan that, it just happened. We'll see. Its cool cause at the Gerstacker thing I realized that I don't have to take English 101 cause of the AP test. I'm glad that sucker paid off. My mom is sure getting her 80 dollars worth. So far its gotten me out of the Writing Competency Exam and English 101. I was happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;So my mother calls me tonight and says I have a new brother and sister. I was quite concerned for obvious reasons. And then I figured they had gotten some new animals which is insane. So I was hoping for like fish or something. But no, they went to the Humane Society and got 2 new cats! DISGUSTING! They know I hate cats so I'm sure they called me first thing to rub it in. How gross. Besides, no one is ready for a new pet. I'm not. Gracious. Why can't we just have a animal free household? Isn't it crowded and gross enough as it is? Sick, 2 cats. Not one but TWO! Sick. Oh well. Makes me happier that I'm here and not there. And let me tell you, if I go home and those cheesy bastards are in my room someone is going to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;So also my dad called which was even more surprising than my mom which was surprising cause she was so mad at me this weekend. It was good to talk to him. Interesting. Apparently my Aunt Laurie did some Houghton family tree research and traced us back to 16-something. Which is fun. So yeah, Jackie's still not home and I've done all the work I can do for tonight and no one is on for me to talk to. So who knows, perhaps I'll go watch a movie or do whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109875947463510126?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109875947463510126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109875947463510126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109875947463510126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109875947463510126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-much-accomplishedyet-so-much-to-do.html' title='So Much Accomplished...Yet so much to do...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109867291216166525</id><published>2004-10-25T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:55:12.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;I'm back. I had such a good weekend. It was so great to see Matt. Though now my parents are mad but you know what? I do not care. The wedding reception was not as bad as I thought it would be so that was good. And I got to see him more than I thought I would so that was even better. And I only have a week before I see him again. Gosh, that is so much better than 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So here I am. I got back late and I really didn't want to come back. I'm gonna have such a hard time being in econ tomorrow morning. I hate coming back to doing work after a good weekend. And it was seriously the best I've had since Labor Day, for obvious reasons lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;But I'm super tired cause I didn't get enough sleep this weekend so I think I'm going to go read and sleep. Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109867291216166525?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109867291216166525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109867291216166525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109867291216166525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109867291216166525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-again.html' title='Back again...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109841483644051902</id><published>2004-10-22T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:13:56.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"God wouldn't let the devil in his airspace"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Today was very very long. But now its drawing to a close and I'm very happy. Though bored. ER party is over and I'm here alone cause Jackie is still at her meeting so I'm blaring I believe in a thing Called Love. It brings back wonderful memories of working at Weathervane this summer when I sang it to the customer's everytime it came on. Gotta love this song. There is just something about it. Its so much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Anyways, we gave up our dinner tonight to help save the rainforest or something. Not really sure. Something about people going down to work there for a week. Anyways so we ordered pizza instead. It was good. Then Will, Jackie, Steph and I went to the movies. Steph decided to partake of First Daughter again with Jackie so while we waited for The Forgotten to start Will and I went to Subway. Let me tell you, those workers are living a regular old soap opera. Holy cheese, I found it quite interesting. Someone was caught on video trying to steal money and they didn't fire her. She's just not allowed in the back room anymore. Its amazing what you can hear if you eavesdrop lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;So then we went to the movie and Will smuggled in the rest of his sandwich. He was gonna try to get his soda in to but the cup exploded when he was trying to put it in his pocket...How funny would it have been if it had exploded in his pants! I'm so mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;The movie was really good. It was good that no one else was in there cause we were loud and discussed it the whole time. Hence the title of this. Will said it was God and I said it was the devil and he said that. Oh! And I found a quarter on the way to the movie and it fell out of my pocket in there cause the pockets on my red pants suck. I was quite upset. Cause that floor is skanky and I tried to sweep around the floor with my foot but I couldn't find it. I was quite upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Anyways...I'm very excited about tomorrow! Perhaps I'll go to bed early so it comes sooner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109841483644051902?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109841483644051902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109841483644051902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109841483644051902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109841483644051902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/god-wouldnt-let-devil-in-his-airspace.html' title='&quot;God wouldn&apos;t let the devil in his airspace&quot;'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109833029660786114</id><published>2004-10-21T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T22:44:56.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week is dragging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Its Wednesday. This week is very very long. Its driving me nuts. In econ today we learned how to make paper airplanes for our experiment tomorrow. It was funny because our professor kept coming around and critiquing everyone's airplanes. "Your wings are too small. It won't fly right." "OK, you can do the next step now." It made me laugh. Then I had my research meeting and I am doing new work. Hopefully it will be better than reading the papers. We'll see. Then I had my musical theater midterm. It was very easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Tonight Steph and I went downtown and went to subway then had to walk around for like a half hour because the phone was down and we couldn't call for showtimes so we had to wait until the show started. We saw First Daughter. I enjoyed it. She dated a guy named Frank which I thought was funny seems as how someone said no one ever said Frank. And in the end she drove to college in a ball gown. I don't know about you all but when I'm about to drive cross-country I often do it in heels and a big poofy gown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Tomorrow is going to be long too. I just know it. Hopefully I will get some work done. I am starting my paper because otherwise I will not let myself go home and I'm going home. Oh well. I'll deal. So I'm kinda tired...maybe I'll call it a night...Goodnight all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109833029660786114?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109833029660786114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109833029660786114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109833029660786114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109833029660786114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-week-is-dragging.html' title='This week is dragging...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109824347802920060</id><published>2004-10-20T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:37:58.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its NOT my fault!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Tuesday. That is today. Tuesday the 19th to be more exact. Nothing that exciting went on today. Though in econ my test grade got bumped up from a 3.86 to a 3.91 which was super exciting. Gotta love that curve. Lets see...whatelse...oh yes, after lunch Steph, Kathy and I went to the KC to check our mail and voted for homecoming people and also got a free cookies which Steph and I shared. OH! and there was cheesecake! So we also shared a piece of that at lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Then after honors I had  a meeting with my honors professor about this paper that I can't seem to grasp and it was so helpful and I now have hope for a somewhat decent paper. Then I just hung out, started reading my book. Ask me about it...its interesting. I shared the most interesting things with the girls...but I know they enjoyed it. When the first line of the book is "Where are my panties" you have to share. Anyways, so after dinner Steph and I went to the library. Then we came back here and I was bored for awhile. Then Adam showed up to study in here before he went to work with Amanda. So we had a nice chat about the Twister box and what the bases were. We defined them, though, after sharing our findings with Jackie, I find that they are rather vague. She has pointed this out, and perhaps we need to redefine. Who knows. It was interesting to actually know because I've never really understood that base, for lack of a better word (after consulting with Jackie...yes I actually did) representation. So anyways, after he left I went and called Matt. From inside. And yes, I wore my winter coat inside and YES there was a stick. After our chat I came inside and watched Judging Amy with Steph and Jackie returned in time to finish it out with us. Now here I am...having a fascinating conversation with Matt about what we consider nice and who has a higher standard of niceness (apparently its me). I suppose that might be true. I can be somewhat of a female dog sometimes I suppose....its very interesting...i'll have to remember to discuss this with my ex-wife....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Oh yes! As a small sidenote to someone who does not believe me...I DID NOT BREAK MY COMPUTER...THE PIECE OF JUNK DID IT ITSELF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109824347802920060?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109824347802920060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109824347802920060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109824347802920060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109824347802920060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-not-my-fault.html' title='Its NOT my fault!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109815583205608543</id><published>2004-10-19T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:17:12.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; the Maintanenance Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So I had a wake up knock from our friendly Maintanence man. He fixed our heater. It was exciting because now we have a fun little dial instead of the hundred year old knob. And...he capped the old part so it shouldn't hiss anymore. Now I'll be able to sleep! And we don't have to have our window open because its hotter than a whore house in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Then I went to econ and got my test back. That was good. And I talked to my honors professor so hopefully I can get this stupid paper done. Then I was brave and ate lunch by myself for the very first time. It was not as horrible as I imagined. Then I came back here and finished my econ homework and its not even due till Thursday. I was very proud. I signed up for the Writing competency exam but then found out that because of the AP english test I don't have to take it anymore, which is cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Steph and I were gonna go to the JV football game but it got cancelled so I sat around here and played this new game that I discovered. Then after dinner we went to the library for an hour. Then we came back. And pretty much since then I have been playing this game and listening to music. Its very boring. I seriously need a life. Though I did get to help some people with thier calculus for a little while. That was fun. Anyways...if this is anything like my night then it is crazy boring so I'll stop now. Goodnight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109815583205608543?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109815583205608543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109815583205608543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109815583205608543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109815583205608543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/me-maintanenance-man.html' title='Me &amp; the Maintanenance Man'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109807068044738141</id><published>2004-10-18T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:38:00.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Steph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Steph! We love our homegurl in 120! Thanks for sharing the cake &amp; movie with us! It was a fun time &amp;amp; I hope your birthday was great.&lt;br /&gt;So today I tried to work on my close reading all day. Then Adam and I did the crop walk. We walked with Carmen and Lyndsey. Well...we beat them! Cause we rock. Oh shoot...I was gonna call my mom...especially since I stepped on some cracks even though we were playing step on the crack break your mothers back. We also played hink pink. I had a good one...see if you can get it...Adam don't tell...Its a hinky pinky...one is a weapon and one is a type of yogurt...I'll tell you at the end...hah! that means you have to read to the end.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. Then I started doing my schedule. I'm excited for new classes. And...for once in my life I was able to make a decision. I'm dropping honors. Good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Then I wrote the poem for our homies in 277. It was good. You should head up there and read it. And it had to be good since I've had the board for a month. And then we watched Wedding Planner. And then I got back on here. I talked to Amy. That was fun. We made a new motto: we are intelligent girls and we can handle our lower grades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Jackie and I had a midnight snack. I tried my meijer brand easy mac. Not as good as I had hoped. Too much like kraft...not enough like meijers. Good times. Anyways...I'm sure you are reading to the end to find out the hinky pinky answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Cannon Dannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Wow...Jackie and I just were fighting with Kathy &amp;amp; Stephanie trying to get rid of the hot pot and an RA yelled at us. Ironic that the one time they actually enforce quiet hours is when its us..lol...where are they at 2 when the drunks come through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109807068044738141?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109807068044738141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109807068044738141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109807068044738141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109807068044738141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-steph.html' title='Happy Birthday Steph!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109799205850823933</id><published>2004-10-17T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:47:38.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy cheese...my ankles hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So today kinda sucked. It was rainy yet again and very cold. Until later when it became a BALMY night. You can check the weather report cause I was not lying. I don't lie...very often that is. So my mood was not good. I had no motivation. It was just not a good day. But I talked to my ho and that made me feel better. I love getting phone calls. Especially when I can just answer with hi. That's always fun. Its my own little way of living dangerously. Cause I think its lynn but it could actually be someone else. Well probably not because our phone doesn't ring that often. But there is always that slight possibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Anyways. So then we went out for Steph's birthday. It improved my mood greatly. Adam told me some story in which hydrogen was nicknamed Kristy and bonded with something else. It was good. And then husband told me a story in which a little girl named Krista (coincidence?) tied a bow somewhere inappropriate. But it made me chuckle chuckle chuckle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So then we went to Steak n Shake. And it was fun because they let me order off the kids menu which I love. And I had pumpkin pie...which we all know I love. And then we went ice skating. But our car got seperated from Jackie &amp;amp; the rest of the boys so we went to Wal Mart and asked for directions. But I also got new sweat pants. And we got excellent directions. Skating was fun. Though I'm super bad. But it was all good because we had a large group so I just grabbed onto whoever was near me when I felt like I was gonna fall. Don't worry...only people I knew got molested. And we all know they enjoyed it! Then we came back here and on the way back we listened to Amy's excellent CD...it had everything, Slow Motion, Romeo and Juliet, Montgomery Gentry, and many more excellent songs. I had a jam fest. So then I called Matt, while sitting outside in the beautiful evening warmth. And then we watched Caddy Shack. Well Jim did. Everyone else fell asleep. So now here I am...thinking that maybe I should go to bed...Goodnight! And...since its now Sunday...Happy Birthday Steph...and...only 5 more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109799205850823933?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109799205850823933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109799205850823933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109799205850823933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109799205850823933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/holy-cheesemy-ankles-hurt.html' title='Holy cheese...my ankles hurt'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109788936777704113</id><published>2004-10-16T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T21:56:44.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw the Light! (Thanks Steph!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Thats right. I had a life and death experience on the way to dinner tonight. The walk sign came on but some cheesy bastard decided to run the red light just as I was stepping onto the road. Luckily I got pulled back so I'm not dead...just in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that I did not write in this yesterday. I am so sorry to those of you who look forward to reading this everyday. I know it is the highlight of your day and that you were unsure of what to do with yourself after realizing that you did not know what went on in my life yesterday. Don't worry nothing too exciting. We just went to the eat shop for dinner and a snack...haha...and then had our ER party.&lt;br /&gt;Today I slept till 10 then finally got out of bed at 11. Then we went to lunch. I was hoping for something Hot &amp; Delicious. However we were disappointed. It was neither hot nor delicious...nor was it delightful...but Will promised at lunch that I could join the high society club at dinner. So that was something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;It was also rainy all day so my pants have been soaking wet all day. But I did find my blue sweat pants and I sprung them out and cut them and they are super comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Also, in my American Musical Theater class we found out that we are not going to the play this next weekend which is good because now I can get my cans from my aunt and uncle which is why I have been looking forward to going home this next weekend since Labor Day ;)...can't beat free money!&lt;br /&gt;At dinner I got to join the High Society Club, but I got to eat a pudding cup instead of warmed up ice cream and drink skim milk instead of 2%. Thank you for making the exceptions for me. I was dissappointed that we did not get to engage in sparkling conversation, but I guess I can deal.&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight Jackie, Steph and I went to the comedian. It was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So then we went to this haunted house in Marshal. Stephanie and I were brave and let the other four go together and we went alone. I admit...I had her in a body hug the whole time! It was scary...this man chased us and we ended up running through like the last three rooms. I crashed into one of the walls and got flourescent stuff on me so I glowed through the rest of the house. At the same time Stephanie fell...though I was so scared I didn't realize it. It was intense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Now Jackie, Steph, and I are going to watch Blue Crush and calm down from our scary escapade. And! We're having a sleepover! Stephanie is our FIRST overnight guest! How fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109788936777704113?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109788936777704113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109788936777704113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109788936777704113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109788936777704113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-saw-light-thanks-steph.html' title='I Saw the Light! (Thanks Steph!)'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109772472538195574</id><published>2004-10-14T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:32:05.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jackie I see dead people"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;La la la..Jackie and I are sitting in our room. I just whispered that to her cause we are freaks and we don't get out much. Today, my meeting with my research lady was cancelled. So I have another week off. And I had orientation for the phonathon. Which hopefully I won't be horrible at because I hate to talk on the phone. Poor Jackie is probably going nuts because I'm singing this whole thing out loud. And now she just told me I'm going to die! And now she turned on music so she doesn't have to listen to me. And now she's freaking out...hyperventalating like I did at camp that one year. Ask my ex-wife...it was not pretty. But that camp sucked. It was horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Anyways, Jackie and I went to study on the quad this afternoon but then we felt drops of rain so we moved it into the observatory. Before that though we saw Adam on the quad and he had gotten a snickers in his mailbox. And I didn't. I was quite jealous but that's ok cause I don't need it cause I just had a swiss cake roll cause those things rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Anyways, I went to chapel with Stephanie and then we went to yoga. It was fun. We got to lay on the floor and relax. The lady came and swung your legs. It was funny. I laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So yeah...here I am...talking online and writing in this. Well yeah...anyways...have a nice evening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109772472538195574?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109772472538195574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109772472538195574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109772472538195574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109772472538195574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/jackie-i-see-dead-people.html' title='&quot;Jackie I see dead people&quot;'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109762735480984689</id><published>2004-10-12T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:29:14.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at the Dorm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Yes, Its true. I'm back at Albion. I arrived around 2:00 this afternoon. Caught up on my onlineness then watched Raising Helen then did a little homework. Then Jackie got home and we parked her car. Then I ate a hot pocket...as you can see it has not been a very eventful day. Oh well...good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So the rest of my weekend, because I'm sure you are all dying to hear about it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;After my last update on Sunday, Lynn, Renato and I went to see my sister at her apartment. We were there till about 1:00ish. It was fun. Then I went home and slept Monday morning. And then I went and visited my mom and then my dad. Then I came back here...good times...well we now have visitors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109762735480984689?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109762735480984689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109762735480984689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109762735480984689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109762735480984689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-at-dorm.html' title='Back at the Dorm...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109746236790448042</id><published>2004-10-11T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:39:27.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here at Grand Valley with my favorite ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Hello all! I know you're excited cause you didn't think i'd be back till Tuesday. Of course since I'm not online you won't be able to read this. So I guess it defeats the purpose. But hey, I love doing it and my ho is doing her homework like a good girl so I will write to enjoy myself. Friday night I saw some of my relatives. My cousin is walking! It was exciting. Anyways, Saturday I went to the movies with the family and saw Raise Your Voice. It was good. I cried...several times! haha. Anyways, then Saturday night I went to Lynn's birthday party that was fun. I've been getting lots of sleep...I always do when I'm at home. There's not much else to do. Though I have been up late because someone stalks me...lol...yeah ok...so I'm the stalker. Oh well...I'm good at what I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So now I'm with my ex-wife at Grand Valley. We are having a good time. We saw Best Friend and Kelly is supposed to call us when she gets back so we might go see her. I feel bad dragging Lynn to see everyone. She says she doesn't mind though. We are also waiting for Jamie to call us. I have frozed food in my backseat which I'm pretty sure is not frozen. Oh well...I don't have to eat it. So that will be nice. Plus I have to get a shirt from her in case I decide to dress somewhat nice for my cousins wedding reception. We'll see. So yeah. We tried to get to my sister's restaurant but of course we got lost. It was exciting. So obviously we didn't make it...we ended up at the Taco Bell which was good. So yes, that is all for now...I'll be back Tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109746236790448042?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109746236790448042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109746236790448042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109746236790448042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109746236790448042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/here-at-grand-valley-with-my-favorite.html' title='Here at Grand Valley with my favorite ho'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109724984847960527</id><published>2004-10-08T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:37:28.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ladybug...wakey wakey"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;"I'm not gonna hurt you Ladybug! I'm gonna free you!" Its official...Jackie is a nut. She was all excited to find a lady bug on the floor and I told her to kill it because obviously bugs are nasty. And she started talking to it and asking how I would feel if someone came at me with a big piece of paper and flipped me over. Then she threw it outside and it fell on its back "and I was trying to help it but I don't think it knew that." Anyways. So today is Friday and if I can find a ride home then I'm going home for fall break. But as it stands right now I have no clue as to how I'm getting home. And I was talking online to my grandma and Leslie is over there cause she didn't have school and she asked if I was taking her to the movie. So now I know she remembers that I promised, and I do want to go but if I can't get home! GRRRRR...people drive me nuts. Anyways...I'm sure I'll get home. Otherwise I'm sure you all will hear about it because I'll be sitting in my dorm room very lonely for four days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Another grand quote from this morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;"Maybe I will anyways so you guys can spoon comfortably" -Jackie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109724984847960527?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109724984847960527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109724984847960527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109724984847960527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109724984847960527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/ladybugwakey-wakey_109724984847960527.html' title='&quot;Ladybug...wakey wakey&quot;'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109721020555993033</id><published>2004-10-08T02:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T23:37:31.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a date...with Stephanie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;that's right. Stephanie and I had a date. It was an early one though. We went and saw Cellular...Which was super stressful but very good. It had a very funny scene in which the kids name is Ricky Martin. Now it was a hilarious scene...Believe me...Even ask Steph...But SOMEONE...And I'm not gonna mention names...ahem...Matt...doesn't feel that Ricky Martin is funny...yet "Don't try to change me baby" is...huh. Interesting. Anyways. I also got Subway. Let me ask you a question? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;What is better than Subway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Finding out that the Subway here still accepts stamps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Whats better than that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;The man in front of me giving me his stamps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;It was exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So yeah. after Steph got back from her seminar dinner we watched Gilmore Girls. And we found out that we're getting our shirts and sweats soon! That is super exciting. So then after Gilmore Girls we had our ER party. That was fun. And then I called Matt and we were talking, and there was a bug on me! It was scary! Anyways...and then there was some drama outside...not sure what...but it was interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Now Jim and Will are over and Jim is enlightening us with his views on the world...always interesting...but I'm not feeling too hot so I think I'll take some drugs...fun stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109721020555993033?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109721020555993033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109721020555993033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109721020555993033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109721020555993033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-had-datewith-stephanie.html' title='I had a date...with Stephanie!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109711703110380462</id><published>2004-10-07T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T21:43:51.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tad Bit Under the Weather...And other tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;unfortunately I was not able to make it to the walk. I woke up, got up, went to the restroom, and decided that I felt like trash. So I didn't get my t-shirt. And Steph's is so cute. I'm jealous. But we did get our Fuzzy Navel shirts today which was very exciting. They are cute also. So we wore them tonight when we went out to support our favorite dodgeball team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Other than that I have not done much. After my meeting with Dr. Young, I came back, ate a hot pocket and went to sleep till it was time for class. My meeting went well though. After fall break she might start me on something new which means NO MORE NEWSPAPERS! And...due to fall break she gave me the week off! How exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;And I had my interview and apparently if you got an interview you got the job so I now have another job...hopefully I'll actually get paid for this one. No, I'm sure I'll get paid eventually for the research...Its just a matter of when. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Anyways, its almost time for bed...Cause Jackie told me to go to bed before she left and I said I would and I don't think she'll yell at me if I'm not but I'm not gonna risk it. I don't like getting yelled at! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109711703110380462?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109711703110380462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109711703110380462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109711703110380462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109711703110380462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/tad-bit-under-weatherand-other-tales.html' title='A Tad Bit Under the Weather...And other tales'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109700367903544395</id><published>2004-10-05T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T20:30:36.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I want a snack...should I make oatmeal?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;I was so shocked when these words came out of Jackie's mouth. Oh my! My grandpa used to threaten me with oatmeal. In fact, I think he still does! Oatmeal, no matter what anyone says is not a snack. Its disgusting mush. After explaining this to Jackie, I calmed her with an Oatmeal Cream Pie no less...which, though it is made of oatmeal IS a snack. I had goldfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So today was nothing spectacular. Went to class. Came back, showered, went to lunch, came back did my last newspaper, went to class. Got some work done, went to first Tuesday speaker, went to the library. Now here I am. Listening to music, talking online. Contemplating whether I'll really get up at 6:15 to do some 2 mile walk with Steph tomorrow morning. Its really cold now. I wore a long sleeved shirt, a sweater, and a jacket for the walk to Bobbit for the speaker. Now if I require that at 6:00 at night, what do you think I'm gonna need at 6 AM? Is a free t-shirt worth it? The sad thing is that it probably is! Who doesn't love t-shirts, and free ones at that. Well, we'll see. Hopefully I'll get my lazy butt up cause that would mean that I got some exercise in. Stayed tuned...I'll let ya know tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Only 2 more tuesdays! Which brings the countdown to at this exact moment...17 days, 17 hours, and 30 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109700367903544395?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109700367903544395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109700367903544395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109700367903544395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109700367903544395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-want-snackshould-i-make-oatmeal.html' title='&quot;I want a snack...should I make oatmeal?&quot;'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109692908006012083</id><published>2004-10-05T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T08:50:29.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you miss me? I'm sure you did! Yes, I know, it is sad when I go home and you have nothing to read. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, so I went home this weekend. Friday Dani &amp; I went to taco bell &amp;amp; saw Wimbolden. I paid 6.50 only to come back to school and find out its here. Oh well. It was worth it to see it w/ my Danimal. So I was in bed by 10. Saturday my mom, Lissy and I did the breast cancer walk and I saw Kelly at IHOP that was fun. Then we went to my mom's cousins and us ladies went shopping. I spent Saturday night on the phone with Matt and then I went right to bed. Sunday I lazed around and went to the mall for half an hour with my family and I got a shirt...That was fun cause its a very pretty color. Then today I went to the doctor and found out that my stomach is draining normal again which is good but the bad news is that I will still feel symptoms for God knows how long. And I took a firm stance and now I'm not gonna take any medicine so that's good. And! Holy cheese this was exciting. They now make Meijer brand easy Mac! How awesome is that? My macaroni addiction is back! How fun. So now I'm online talking to Matt and waiting till I have to go watch Show Boat at 7...Its sooo long! I don't want to go. If only I was more of a rebel and would skip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Showboat was soo long. It would not end. Afterwards I came back and did my honors reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now William is here. He is trying to provoke me so I will do my clenched teeth voice. This is what he said: "Krista, Matt's been sleeping with me." Alas, it didn't work . Anywho...we ate cake it was good. Now here I am...trying to make Jackie go to sleep cause she's sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109692908006012083?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109692908006012083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109692908006012083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109692908006012083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109692908006012083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109660241525188925</id><published>2004-10-01T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:46:55.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So I finally fell asleep around 5:30 this morning. My insomnia returned for a second night. I got about 3 &amp; 1/ 2 hours though so I wasn't tired at all today, just very blah. But, my honors class was cancelled...that was a good point about today. Though it was too bad cause it was because she lost her wallet. But yeah, so I did not do any work till after dinner when Steph &amp;amp; I went to the library and I did one newspaper. I just lacked motivation. Oh well. So yeah, the night went downhill from there. A very bad joke was played, lol, but I'm not mad...just very relieved. Let's just say it was bad. But its all good now, so don't worry about it. I'm fine, its fine, we're fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Jackie and I went visiting upstairs to discuss the debate with Adam and Ross. Well, the three of them discussed it. I was a bad citizen and didn't watch. I'm going to hell. Oh well...Anyways, I go home tomorrow. That should be good. I haven't been in awhile. And, the countdown is almost down to 3 weeks! Can't get much better than that. Well, yes, actually it can, but its better than this time last week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109660241525188925?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109660241525188925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109660241525188925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109660241525188925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109660241525188925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/day-of-blah.html' title='A day of blah...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109653104103904326</id><published>2004-09-30T05:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T02:57:21.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are people so stupid?</title><content type='html'>Can anyone answer this? Its my second night of non sleep and I officialy hate people. At three in the morning as I lay in my bed not sleeping, the fire alarm goes off. GRRR! WHY? Can you tell me this? So we don't know if its a drill or not so we go outside and stupid people decide to hang out right next to Wesley. Duh! if you don't know if its real or not don't you generally move away? So we get moved over to Goodrich out of the freezing cold where we sit till almost 4 AM. When they finally let us back in guess what? I still can't sleep. I did learn one thing though...I need to learn to be able to sleep in pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109653104103904326?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109653104103904326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109653104103904326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109653104103904326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109653104103904326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-are-people-so-stupid.html' title='Why are people so stupid?'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109649965331285720</id><published>2004-09-30T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:24:13.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are you trying to be the uni bomber?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I know. Outrageous huh? Who would ask such a question you ask? JACKIE that's who. This is the question I face as I'm trying to warm up from my chilly walk back from I don't know where...It may have been the library. Oh no, it was from dinner. Cause I put a sweater on over my shirt and my shirt was all fuzzy and it was annoying so I took off my shirt and put on my sweatshirt and had my hood up and was sitting at my desk doing who knows what and that is the question I get.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...so I went to class and had my meeting with my research professor which was interesting as always. And I was too cold to go to Baldwin for lunch so I had soup and poptarts in my room. After American Musical Theater I met Jackie at the library and we studied in the tiers cause she wanted to see them cause they are super cool. Then Carmen &amp; I went to dinner. Then Will, Stephanie, Jackie &amp;amp; I went to see The Country Wife which was super long but not bad except it made me really tired. Now here I am. Typing this and talking online to Matt and my ex-wife. Jackie is laying in bed, deciding between watching tv &amp;amp; "pleasure reading" hehe guess what pleasure reading is...hehe...this is so funny! She really calls it "pleasure reading" it was so cute! Her pleasure reading is Time...haha...she's so funny. I guess its better than like Harlequin Romances or something. And sometimes I hear interesting facts, though...and now I've got it...that so called "pleasure reading" is what convinced her I'm the uni bomber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109649965331285720?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109649965331285720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109649965331285720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109649965331285720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109649965331285720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/are-you-trying-to-be-uni-bomber.html' title='&quot;Are you trying to be the uni bomber?&quot;'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109643506293156020</id><published>2004-09-29T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:17:42.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've turned into an insomniac. Well for tonight at least. I went to bed and I just layed there for half an hour, not a bit tired. So here I am. I've been on for like an hour now and I'm not tired at all. I was talking to Jamie Lynne sending her music and what not which was fun cause I miss my sister. I haven't seen the ho since the night before I came to school. But she was tired and went to bed like any normal person. And everyone else is sleeping too. Including Jackie, well she's trying. I really hope she is and that I'm not driving her nuts and she's like over there muttering under her breath or something. Jamie got me listening to slow sad stuff. That's the mood she's in. So now I am too. Its nice and relaxing, but its not putting me to sleep. Who knows what my problem is. And I'm sure no one wants to read this, though who really reads it? Jackie, but she'll probably so pissed at me for keeping her up that she'll never talk to me again. lol. But I have absolutely nothing better to do. If I felt so inclined I could go out in the lounge and do my econ but I'm not so I won't. I love sleep, this summer it was my best friend. So why is it that now I can't sleep? I just don't understand. Perhaps this is God's way of punishing me for sleeping my summer away. Who knows? The only thing is is that I really need a shower and I have to get up tomorrow before class and take one cause I have a meeting right after econ. And I'm sure Dr. Young doesn't want to sit with a stinky girl and discuss newspapers. Oh! Now I'm listening to Its your love. This is my favorite Tim &amp; Faith duet. Renato and I danced to this at homecoming! Good times. All these songs make me feel like dancing in the moonlight like they did on Win a Date with Tad Hamilton. I love that movie &amp;amp; Topher was really hot in it (not you home skillet, the famous one). Holy cheese this is really long. Perhaps I'll stop. I'm sure everyone's already gotten bored and stopped reading. Goodness. But if I don't write in here what is an insomniac to do? I don't know! I could go back to bed, my head is a little sore but then I just toss and turn and that's annoying. Dear me. But I'll stop rambling and figure something out.  But on a positive note, it is now Wednesday which means its only 23 days now...Anyways...Goodnight...I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109643506293156020?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109643506293156020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109643506293156020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109643506293156020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109643506293156020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-no.html' title='Oh No'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109642762006739344</id><published>2004-09-29T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:13:40.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the Rainbow AND an Uncle Jesse song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Holy Cheese! So today was nasty cause the weather was rainy and my jeans got all wet and dirty but...I got two new songs &amp; they are awesome...First Chris gave me the Hawaiian version of Somewhere over the rainbow which I love and have wanted ever since Dr. Greene died on ER a few years ago. THEN my sister Jamie Lynne sent me this one that Uncle Jesse sang with the Beach Boys on Full House. It is also most excellent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So I went to class...and then worked with Amy on econ (told you I worked on it) and talked to my ex-wife Lynn and we decided that boys suck (sorry sir) and then I tried to work around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So then the phone rang and I was excited and it was my mommy who I hadn't talked to all day cause she was out of town. And it turned out that they were super close to me and they had bought me some headache stuff at Shipshawana and so they stopped by and dropped that off and also some cookies and I stole my mothers Livestrong bracelet cause she had two so that was fun. Then we had a hall meeting and it was exciting cause we figured out what shirts and stuff we are gonna get for our hall...I'm excited! Then after that Steph &amp;amp; I went to the library and we explored the tiers and found a new study spot cause mine was overtaken. So that was exciting. Now here I am...listening to Uncle Jesse! You know you're jealous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109642762006739344?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109642762006739344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109642762006739344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109642762006739344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109642762006739344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/somewhere-over-rainbow-and-uncle-jesse.html' title='Somewhere over the Rainbow AND an Uncle Jesse song'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109633658182304921</id><published>2004-09-27T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T20:56:21.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; the Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was very uneventful. I spent 4 &amp; 1/2 hours at the library. And for the majority of the rest of the day I was either in class or eating. How exciting. Oh well. I am now hanging out, debating whether I start my econ homework now, or after econ tomorrow. This is a major dilemma. Oh well. That seems to be my attitude today. Goodness I need to go to bed early. It is 9:36 and I'm yawning up a storm. What I really need is some gatorade but I'm unfortunately out. How sad, but I go home this weekend so I'll get some then. Yes...good times...Apparently I've run out of interesting things to say. I'm sorry. I am feeling drained...bed is sounding good...golly I really need some gatorade... oh but something good did happen today...they brought back cheesecake! it made me sick but it was super good...that had to be the highlight...definately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8372247-109633658182304921?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109633658182304921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109633658182304921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109633658182304921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109633658182304921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/me-library.html' title='Me &amp; the Library'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109625527477736306</id><published>2004-09-27T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:21:14.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;You know what I've realized? That I eat a lot. And dude, like no one knows what fudge rounds are here. Jackie has declared them one of the best snack cakes there are. I agree. Though they have not quenched my hunger. But that is ok. I'll chug the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So yes, today. I did almost nothing. Wrote a horrid paper. It's almost embarrassing. Oh well...I don't particularly care at this moment in my life. I need to start. Anyways, I also finally went through Chris's cds and got some more music. That was fun. And I talked to Matt like all day cause I'm his stalker. That was lots of fun too. When I drop out of school I'm gonna become a professional stalker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Steph and I made four trips to Baldwin today. 3 within the span of like 4 hours. It was fun. And then later, after Jackie got home we went to the movies and saw Wicker Park. It was frustrating and intense but very good. I recommend it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Also, here's something for ya...have you ever thought of the word Frank? It is so funny. Matt doesn't think so but everyone else I've talked to does. So you tell me...who is right? I know its me...Frank...haha...I laugh just typing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Oh! and we changed our room around...I was not too gung ho though it didn't bother me but now it looks fantastic...you should come and see it if you live within walking distance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109625527477736306?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109625527477736306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109625527477736306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109625527477736306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109625527477736306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/frank.html' title='Frank...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109617323818107158</id><published>2004-09-26T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:33:58.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night! night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night! night! S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night! night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love that song...well...when they play it on Heavyweights. Thats a funny movie. And the dude gets out there and dances...its inspiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well today we went to the football game. My very first as an Albion College Briton. We won...that was exciting. We also went thrifting. It was so disappointing. Everyone has such fun Goodwill shirts and I wish I did too. They are such fun, but alas, they had none for me to get...it was sad. Oh well...so then I came back here, and attempted to do homework till we found Adam and Will in the quad for dinner. I sang a song about the g-string. It was fun. Then I came back and did my laundry and watched an old episode of ER. It had George in it. That was fun! Then we went to the Bohm and watched Without a Paddle. It was good...not the best, not the worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of course I had pizza, I'm a hog. I need to contain myself better. Food is my new devil. Starvation diet this week. So now we're just hanging out. I need to go to bed cause Steph and I are going to breakfast tomorrow if we can get up. I'm excited. Oh well...goodnight all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109617323818107158?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109617323818107158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109617323818107158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109617323818107158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109617323818107158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/s-t-u-r-d-y-night-night.html' title='S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night! night!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109609058533231341</id><published>2004-09-25T03:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T00:36:25.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Krista &amp; Stephanie go to a party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight Stephanie and I ventured into the wild world of the frat party. Let me tell you...we could have been on Girls Gone Wild. We were totally messed up...as Matt can attest to as he talked to me after we got back. haha...yeah right. If you believe that you are messed up. I think our experience can best be summed up with this situation.&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting in someone's room, people are drinking, laughing, being loud and some obnoxious. As we're taking all this in, Stephanie leans over and tells me she really wants some chocolate milk. haha! It was awesome. Good times. But it wasn't bad. My sister had told me that frat guys were dogs, but the ones we met seemed nice enough. Who knows. Also, Stephanie told me the reason that we can't dance is because we have nothing to shake. "Shake what your mama gave you," well, our mothers missed the memo cause we ain't got nuthin'' If you don't mind my ghetto-speak. So yeah, it was a good time, except Chris was mean and criticized my dancing, but what can you do? I can't dance. I didn't think that the lawn mower was appropriate and even though it was a cowboy theme, I wasn't sure they were ready to witness the ho-down. Anywho...just thought I'd share...Goodnight all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109609058533231341?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109609058533231341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109609058533231341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109609058533231341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109609058533231341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/krista-stephanie-go-to-party.html' title='Krista &amp; Stephanie go to a party...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109606107082875979</id><published>2004-09-24T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T16:26:10.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today bites the big one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its Friday afternoon. It has not been a good day. Which is surprising cause if I had wanted to I could have slept until 1:45ish. However I did not. I have not done a gosh darn thing except be mopey. I need an attitude adjustment. I did straighten my hair though, which is an accomplishment of sorts, seems as how I've only done it one other time since I've been here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Jackie is not here. I'm very lonely. I'm not meant to live alone apparently. Here are some reasons why I miss my Jackie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;~No one to complain to when I do something stupid or when anything happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;~No one to tell my reminders to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;~No one to listen to my random music selections with and sing loud and proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;~No one to complain that I sing all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;~No one to tell me that I will only go to hell for a short time because of my potty mouth that I had yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;~I got two pieces of mail today and no one but me was excited...Jackie at least pretends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;~No one to call me a biatch...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;~No one to say cheesy bastard with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;~For two whole nights I'm going to have to go to sleep with out someone to say goodnight to in the next bed and no one there to tell me sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I'm pathetic I know. Its just a bad day and my head hurts and I'm sad. I'm such a complainer. Perhaps I need another nap...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109606107082875979?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109606107082875979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109606107082875979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109606107082875979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109606107082875979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-bites-big-one.html' title='Today bites the big one...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109599581601553668</id><published>2004-09-24T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T22:16:56.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JZ &amp; K-ho play ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh...Thursday...tomorrow is Friday...I'm so excited. Today was not bad, of course now that I'm a Calc 3 Dropout, I have two less activities on Thursdays. So instead of partaking in the math colloquium, Jackie and I hit the tennis courts...haha...get it? HIT...anyways, of course since I haven't played since last season except once on spring break with my mom, I really sucked it up. But it was fun. Then later on we went to the dow to watch Adam's IM Soccer game. Though I didn't watch that much cause we did some bike work and then played raquetball. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team JK, which is composed of JZ and myself, K-ho, were losing rather badly to Adam and Jim, when Jim had an unfortunate pants accident...haha...sorry Jimbo, but it was funny. He tied my t-shirt around his pants and he and I walked back to Wesley. I then took a shower cause let me tell you, I was disgusting. Then, Stephanie and I had an ER party. It was the season premiere and let me tell you, it was intense. I was a bad girl and had animal crackers and popcorn. But I figure I did actually do some physical activity today so it was ok. Anyways, now I'm sitting here bored fixing up the new music I got. I'm seriously addicted. But its all in good fun. I've gotten some really good stuff...stuff you haven't heard in years. I'm excited! Goodnight all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109599581601553668?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109599581601553668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109599581601553668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109599581601553668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109599581601553668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/jz-k-ho-play-ball.html' title='JZ &amp; K-ho play ball'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109590244883920642</id><published>2004-09-22T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:20:48.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wouldn't you like to get away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You wanna be where everybody knows your name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love this song. I cannot stop listening to it. It's so much fun. My day is going excellent. Except I'm going to hell cause I didn't go to chapel with everyone. Oh well...I guess it is nothing I did not already know. I mean, if I don't go to hell who will arrange for Matt to clean the toilets down there? We can't let him get out of his job now can we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, I ate a lot. So we are going on a starvation diet here. Just call me ani! lol...yeah right...i've already broken it cause Adam was down here eating Jackie's Runts and I had 2...though there were no green ones...what is up with that? The green are the best! Cheesy Bastards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh well...I really need to get a life...I'm sure no one wants to read 2 entries a day. Though I doubt anyone but Jackie really reads this all that often. Oh well...&lt;/span&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/8372247-109590244883920642?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109590244883920642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109590244883920642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109590244883920642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109590244883920642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109587444560406293</id><published>2004-09-22T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T12:34:05.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are Looking Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So last night I needed to cry. We watched I am Sam but it didn't work. Then in the middle of it Jim and Will pounded on our door. We were afraid to answer because we thought they had the sheet. Luckily however, they did not have it. Who knows where it is? The war continues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So they were here till like 1:30. Jim told us an interesting bedtime story. I think I feel asleep so I don't know how it ended. But thats ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So then I had a meeting with my research professor. It was the highlight of my day thus far. I broke down and then we chatted with my advisor and I am dropping calc! Despite the fact that I feel like a failure, I'm extremely relieved. I was so happy! I feel so relieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;And I got out of econ 20 minutes early! That was also good...anyways...I just had to share my good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109587444560406293?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109587444560406293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109587444560406293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109587444560406293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109587444560406293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are Looking Up!'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109581877678923686</id><published>2004-09-22T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T12:28:34.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever Set off the Fire Alarm is a CHEESY BASTARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;GRRRRRR....someone is gonna get an official Krista Dawn Houghton arse whipping. I was in the middle of complaining to Lynn E about my horrible math experience and some stupid dumb cheesy bastard set of the forking fire alarm. And now I am feeling frustration cause i'm dumber than a rock and I can't do my math and Lynn was making me feel better about myself and some stupid cheesy bastard set off the fire alarm and I am going to kick some forking arse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok...now that I have gotten that out of my system...i am now jamming to Britney Spears I'm A Girl and Jackie is getting irate...so I have to change it...now we are jamming to Britney Spears Drive Me Crazy...its fun...Jackie's irate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;But not anymore cause me, Kathy, and Jackie just had a WILD DANCE PAR-TAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways, I shouldn't use this to complain so i'm not going to. Lets just sum up my day by saying that I discovered the charm of the library but I'm feeling really dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh well...I did talk to my sister and my grandparents today...that was fun. I think I need a good cry. Maybe that would improve my outlook...it usually does...we'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109581877678923686?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109581877678923686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109581877678923686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109581877678923686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109581877678923686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/whoever-set-off-fire-alarm-is-cheesy.html' title='Whoever Set off the Fire Alarm is a CHEESY BASTARD'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109573541162549312</id><published>2004-09-21T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:45:58.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Has A Dirty Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;So I am back. This is me. Adam will not tell us his dirty thought. We have tried and tried and we have beat him up all the way down the hall...it is now really hot in here. Anyways...he is too embarrassed to tell us. We said we tell you our dirty thoughts adam. and he said thats because you girls are dirty. and i said how are we dirty. and he said oh...what...I'm gonna have sam's baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;with that he is referring to my love affair with Sam Donaldson, former ABC white house news correspondant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;"no adam we love everything you do, besides the fact that you won't tell us your dirty thought" -Jackie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;"I'll let you focus...on the gas laws"-Adam who is now being held hostage in our room till he tells us his thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Adam Hoshimoto is NO FUN! Do you hear that everyone? Adam Hoshimoto is NO FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm gonna call Jimbo now and tell him not to expect Adam home anytime soon cause he is held hostage. Round 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;ok we're done...he left and didn't tell us his thought...we are not friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;I've had WAY too much sugar tonight...the reesesticks are not good after 9:00...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109573541162549312?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109573541162549312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109573541162549312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109573541162549312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109573541162549312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/adam-has-dirty-thought.html' title='Adam Has A Dirty Thought'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109573246075483584</id><published>2004-09-21T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:07:40.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week is not looking good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh my oh my...what a busy day. Though I did get some work accomplished so I guess it wasn't a total bust...plus some yoga! I finished my paper and finally requested a math tutor only to find out that the only way I can get one is through the quantitative skills center which sucks...so I guess we know who is going to be failing her math class this semester. Of course its all my fault cause I sit here and do this when I should be doing my homework. But you can only stare at the problems for so long. Plus I worked for 2 hours on my Math Lab today. I hate computer programs they are the devil. And of course I had pizza yet again for dinner, though this time it was free so you can't complain...lol...but I am swearing it off cause I'm probably gaining ten hundred pounds. Anyways...I finished my Oklahoma paper, though it sucks, but hey its done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;The sheet war is still on! I woke up this morning to a green doorway. I woke up Jackie to show her and in her half asleep state she instructed me to pull it down. Which was probably good because the cleaning lady later asked me what was up with the sheet. She thought it was some sorority thing. I calmly informed her that no, it was just some friends who are not as good at war as we are...haha! take that...now even the cleaning lady is against you! No actually, I didn't say that last part...but I was thinking it...and so will you when you see the next installment! Haha! With a little help from Matt &amp;amp; a nice elderly gentleman, we have done the best yet! I'm so proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So yes, I should be doing homework, but I just got off the phone with my ex-wife and now I'm talking to Erica and I have no motivation. Goodness Gracious...did I not learn a thing at that Gerstacker thing tonight? Geez...Oh well...maybe i'll get productive...who knows...but this week is not looking good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109573246075483584?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109573246075483584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109573246075483584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109573246075483584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109573246075483584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-week-is-not-looking-good.html' title='This week is not looking good...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109564595542136765</id><published>2004-09-20T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:05:55.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is the devil...</title><content type='html'>I am so horrible. I'm screwed. Yet here I am, not doing my homework still. I have absolutely no motivation.  Anyways, I was so bad today. I spent it all online talking to Matt. Darn boy...haha. I did get a page and a half done on my paper. Only 3 more to go. Yikes...I need to work. But you can only write so much on Oklahoma at one time. I finally got offline at like 4:30. But instead of doing work I went outside and talked on the phone. And by the time I was done, it was time to go upstairs for our pizza/euchre party. That was a good time. I had pizza yet again and we played eucher. Chris and I lost, but that was ok cause that meant I got to sit on my butt and sleep. Let me tell you, we may have gotten new furniture down here but we got seriously jipped on the comfy mattresses. Anywho, I left there and came back down here, only to get back online to talk to Matt yet again, let me tell ya, the boy stalks me ;-). haha...not really...I do have stalkerish tendencies...I'm sorry. So then I make him make me get offline at 8:30, only Lynn calls at 8:25ish, so of course I have to talk...haha...well not really but I wanted to so I did. Lynn is so much more interesting than doing my math homework. Of course we had much to talk about since we haven't spoken since Friday...a lot happens in 2 days! So by the time I got off the phone with her it was time to go watch dodgeball. They lost, but it was still fun. I came back here and did some math, only to find out I'm too stupid to do most of it which reinforces my decision to go get a tutor tomorrow. Now it's 10:05 and I'm considering bed. Wow...I am pathetic...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109564595542136765?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109564595542136765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109564595542136765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109564595542136765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109564595542136765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/procrastination-is-devil.html' title='Procrastination is the devil...'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109561536805685939</id><published>2004-09-19T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T12:36:08.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"It hurts to get off too"</title><content type='html'>Ok...so i've only been up for a couple of hours and  I spent all that time talking to Matt and to some other people off an on. So that brings me to the reason for this disclaimer or whatever you want to call it. Chris, being the pervert that he is (just kidding home skillet) pointed out that some of the quotes from the other night sound perverted. Well, I had not thought of that cause of course i was there and knew that they were in reference to my "big birthing hips" not something perverted. Just in case you wondered. I have another good quote from the walk back from Baldwin today.&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts to get off too"-Chris&lt;br /&gt;now just so you don't take this pervertedly, we were talking about men shaving their faces and the little stubble that is left on their chin. Geez...sicko&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/8372247-109561536805685939?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109561536805685939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109561536805685939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109561536805685939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109561536805685939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-hurts-to-get-off-too.html' title='&quot;It hurts to get off too&quot;'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109556987097531591</id><published>2004-09-19T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T23:57:50.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Harry Met Sally...and other tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;I couldn't sleep this morning. It was quite sad. I woke up at 9 and my alarm wasn't supposed to go off till 10. So I got up and took my medicine and went back and layed down till 10:30 when Jackie and I had to get up to do Habitat for Humanity. So we did that. It was ok...LOOOONNNG. I made some calls when I got back, though I could only get ahold of one person out of the three I called...but I guess I can deal with that...despite the fact that they broke their promise that they made on the phone...hmmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;So we decided to go visit upstairs. We ended up watching the State game with Jim and Chris. Then during half time, Jackie and I continued the sheet war, which we will win...and we would've had someone not insisted we change the plan...its ok though, we'll win eventually. Anyways, we ordered pizza and watched most of When Harry Met Sally with Jim and Ed but it started skipping, which was sad cause it is a most excellent movie. I have to bring it back with me when I go home cause Jim really enjoyed it. And how can you blame him? Its great. If you haven't seen it you should. Even Ross said it was the greatest love story of all time and the boys never even seen it. It was also great becuase I've been doing the Surrey with the Fringe on Top dance that he does ever since we watched Oklahoma in my seminar a few weeks ago. I actually have to write the paper tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;So yes, after we turned off the movie, we went to visit Ross &amp;amp; Chris. Our visit didn't last long because Ross found the sheet just as we knew he would, but SOMEONE (not mentioning any names here cause then he might turn in his ring) didn't listen. So we had to run down the stairs, through the lounge and into our room. It was intense. We would've been safe too but we had to use the restroom. Jackie opened the door just a crack and in flew the sheet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Holy cheese this is long, I'm sure no one cares. So we went back up and were hanging out but I feel slightly under the weather so here I am. Contrary to popular belief, despite the fact that my eyes looked screwed up I'm ok...So don't you worry...be happy...thats a song. A good one in fact. Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109556987097531591?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109556987097531591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109556987097531591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109556987097531591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109556987097531591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/when-harry-met-sallyand-other-tales.html' title='When Harry Met Sally...and other tales'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109548397509391289</id><published>2004-09-18T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T00:06:15.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your high priced whore is having another man's baby"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;So I'm back...again, the same night, pathetic I know...but hey what can you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jackie &amp; I went and played some hard core mario on nintendo with Ed in the pit...fun...but the pit is slightly scary. Then we went to bug Jim but Adam was gonna go to bed so we came down here to play euker. Jackie &amp;amp; I kicked butt with an awesome loner hand to finish it off...good job Jackie. And here we are. Hanging out. Preparing for Jackie &amp; I's venture into house building tomorrow. Some quotes from the night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Well Chris is married and I'd hate to think of him having sex with both me and Krista"-Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I'm gonna plant my flower child between those big birthing hips of yours" -Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Holy F*cking Sh*t, that worked out well" -Jackie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"let me put you where evolution has granted me greater capacity" -Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"really now that you mention it, she really is kinda a floozy" -Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"you know all things held equal, Krista really is kinda a slut" -Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I don't have anything witty to say" -Ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"hey Ed, chew on this battery" -Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok, well as interesting as this is I'll stop...sorry...maybe my next one will be better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And as a small sidenote...whoever ruined our trick SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8372247-109548397509391289?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109548397509391289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109548397509391289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109548397509391289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109548397509391289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/your-high-priced-whore-is-having.html' title='&quot;Your high priced whore is having another man&apos;s baby&quot;'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8372247.post-109547730301754752</id><published>2004-09-18T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T22:15:03.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Krista &amp; Jackie Take on Albion Nightlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah, I'm very bored. Jackie was reading someone's journal thingy, something I very much enjoy doing myself, so I was sitting here enjoying my snack of popcorn, which I'm not supposed to eat, and I thought to myself, I'm bored, lets tell the world. So here I am. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I slept a lot today. I was recovering from my shots, which are still sore, the cheesy bastards. But I did get TWO pieces of mail! Yes, that made my day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So then we decided to experience the nightlife of Albion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went to the comedian. My husband and I exchanged rings. It was very funny, the comedian that is. Then we went with Chris to the music bonfire, we didn't stay long though. Then we piled into someones car, we got lost on campus, which if you've never been here is impossible to do. After that we walked to the coffeehouse at which time Jackie and I decided to come back to Wesley. All this before 10:30.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah, I also learned a magic trick today. Ask me and I'll show you. Its super cool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So now here we are, me and Jackie, a friday night, chilling in our pjs. Now Ed has shown up. He has regular Nintendo and we are gonna go and play till the drunks come home...CRAZY STUFF!&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/8372247-109547730301754752?l=kristasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109547730301754752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8372247&amp;postID=109547730301754752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109547730301754752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8372247/posts/default/109547730301754752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/krista-jackie-take-on-albion-nightlife.html' title='Krista &amp; Jackie Take on Albion Nightlife'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213639369589200493</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
