<?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-22523031</id><updated>2012-01-21T15:03:47.482-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='Campaigning'/><category term='Washington'/><category term='WordlessWednesdays'/><category term='Theater'/><category term='Hometown'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='PhotoHunt'/><category term='Family'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='BadBank'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='AboutMe'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='HighSchool'/><category term='Bosses'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category term='MoneyMatters'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='I&apos;mAwkward'/><category term='Strangers'/><category term='PhotoShowIt'/><category term='Giving'/><category term='PeopleOfInterest'/><category term='Classes'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Abroad'/><category term='University'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Slacking'/><category term='Internships'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='WeirdMoments'/><category term='FroshYear'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='PublicTransportation'/><category term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Slacking Overachiever</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about someone who will get up at 6:30 on a Saturday for a science lecture, but won't pay attention or help build the popsicle stick bridge.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Slacking Overachiever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08914176034661198130</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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-1871661503641151709</id><published>2009-05-23T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:47:25.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Poking In</title><content type='html'>Poking my head in to see what's up. I'm surprised the last post was not even a year ago. I thought I had been gone longer. It's so hard being a slacker and maintaining a blog. Considering giving it another go, but I really don't like this green thing we've got going on. Maybe that should change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-1871661503641151709?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/1871661503641151709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=1871661503641151709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1871661503641151709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1871661503641151709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2009/05/poking-in.html' title='Poking In'/><author><name>Slacking Overachiever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08914176034661198130</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-22523031.post-4912761661979543101</id><published>2008-08-26T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:35:36.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Brilliante Weblog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SLQRhjxs_aI/AAAAAAAACOY/BjbI7WO0yEA/s1600-h/brillanteaward-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SLQRhjxs_aI/AAAAAAAACOY/BjbI7WO0yEA/s400/brillanteaward-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238831534775795106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wonderstruck.com/What.the/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; was so sweet to think of me and nominate me for a 2008 Brilliante Weblog award! Thank you Elaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Add the logo of the award to your blog&lt;br /&gt;2) Add a link to the person who awarded it to you&lt;br /&gt;3) Nominate at least 7 other blogs&lt;br /&gt;4) Add links to those blogs on your blog&lt;br /&gt;5) Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my nominees:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://3peanuts.blogspot.com/"&gt;3 Peanuts&lt;/a&gt; (everyone, please go give Kim some good wishes!)&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://ajourneytoourdaughter.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Journey To Our Daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://fromrobinsonroad.wordpress.com/"&gt;Notes From Robinson Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://preppynewlywed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adventures of a Southern Newlywed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://punkrockmommy.org/blog/"&gt;Punk Rock Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://alightershadeofgreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Lighter Shade of Green&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://tertia.org/"&gt;So Close&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-4912761661979543101?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/4912761661979543101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=4912761661979543101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4912761661979543101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4912761661979543101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/08/brilliante-weblog-award.html' title='Brilliante Weblog Award'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SLQRhjxs_aI/AAAAAAAACOY/BjbI7WO0yEA/s72-c/brillanteaward-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-3649313113707218382</id><published>2008-07-20T02:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:54:21.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campaigning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WeirdMoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><title type='text'>Ri-dic-u-lous</title><content type='html'>That is how yesterday was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it into the building 45 minutes after we arrived when the campaign manager (who we love) arrived. Boss got there a full hour and 20 minutes after we had planned, and did not give any explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to have volunteers arrive and canvass. Things were disorganized and we were somewhat unprepared because we had been locked out all morning and could not get everything ready. So we were frantically printing things and finding pens and water bottles in front of all the volunteers (and some financial donors). We certainly could have made a stronger impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then all split into pairs and left the office. I was the lucky one who paired off with the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were fine at first. And by fine, I mean the usual annoying things that I tolerate with a clenched jaw. When we got to our location, we separated and went out to canvass. And that was quite good really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a phone call. From the boss. To get back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he had forgotten that a new employee was arriving and he was supposed to pick this person up at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go rather frantically. And the traffic is bad. And the boss doesn't know the airline of this person or have his phone number. So how are we going to find him at the airport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss gives me his blackberry to search through all his emails and find the one with the phone number and flight info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2414 emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not know the name of this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not know what day he was emailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I find the email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I get carsick quickly if I am not looking out the window? I can't read or really do much at all in a vehicle if it involves looking at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting to get queasy while flipping through thousands of emails and the boss is switching lanes periodically to get there faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the airport after an hour. I have found the email. Boss takes off into the airport with his blackberry attempting to contact the new guy while I stagger alongside clutching my water bottle and attempting to remain mostly vertical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find him without too much difficulty, and apologize for being 3 hours late. Boss fibs a bit, blaming our tardiness on some bs communication problem that deflects the blame from him. I recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we're driving out of the parking lot, things are looking good. We found the new guy without incident, remembered where we parked, and I am feeling fine. And then Boss realizes he has lost the parking ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pull up to the attendant's booth and Boss gives some story about being lost and pulling in just for a second to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he frantically searches. Now, I will be the first to say I am disorganized. Open my purse and a whole mess of crap will explode on you. But this man is just BEYOND. Random crap in every corner of the car, and his pockets. He pulls everything out of his pockets and, instead of putting it in a tray or cup holder, just dumps everything onto the floor of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decides to confess he lost the ticket. I guess everything about airport security has gotten severely anal recently. She takes the license plate number, driver's license, airline, flight number, and arrival time. Then confirms the flight information with someone over her radio. She decides to charge just for the time from an hour before the flight landed. Which is much better than the maximum rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now Boss has to pay, and this proves to be a challenge. He hands over a broken debit card. This thing has been snapped in half. And then duct taped back together. I think that was the breaking point of ridiculous for me. I wasn't annoyed anymore, I was chuckling on the inside of how stupid all this was. The parking attendant was very confused and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we finally get out of there, his blackberry rings. Of course, he can't find his headset because he dumped it on the floor with everything else. So in the midst of groping around on the floor for this thing, he doesn't listen to the GPS and gets onto the wrong freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor new guy. This must have been the worst first impression. Boss tried to make some joke about the new guy being bad luck. He really has no idea what he's in for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-3649313113707218382?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/3649313113707218382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=3649313113707218382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/3649313113707218382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/3649313113707218382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/07/ri-dic-u-lous.html' title='Ri-dic-u-lous'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-1557209357917021321</id><published>2008-07-19T12:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:41:40.599-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campaigning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><title type='text'>A Seriously Slacking Boss</title><content type='html'>My work situation is getting to a point of ridiculousness. I believe my boss is allergic to work. His office is absolutely disgusting. A few of us were helping clean up his office, and we found old cherry pits that he had just spit on the floor. Eeeewwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just sits in there eating and gchatting and reading blogs. Now, I’m all for spending a good portion of your day being unproductive on the computer (well, I don’t consider getting out a full blog post to be unproductive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he really is the master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we need him to do something, we have to tell him hours before it’s needed, remind him, then he still doesn’t do it. It gets done an hour after we needed it done. Then, he often does a crappy job anyway and we have to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He truly is a master slacking overachiever, so I wonder why I hate him so much. He has a good position considering how young he is. When this post is over he will be in good shape to get a better gig. He came highly recommended, so he must be getting something done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, however, my primary colleague and I feel he is taking his employees (who are the ones doing all the work) for granted, and reaping the benefits (of OUR work) when he gets to report to his superiors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s even more frustrating, is the rest of the office and staff are absolutely amazing and fun and awesome and great to work with. I don’t know how I got stuck in the bad department with the one rotten egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are tons of little things too. That all just pile up. For instance, right now I am sitting in a parking lot. I mean sitting on the curb with my laptop balanced on a "reserved parking" sign, using the wireless from our office. Why? Because the boss is not here to let me in. (Actually, let us in, one of my colleagues is set up with her laptop right next to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to be here early on Saturday. Being the overachiever that I am, of course I will do this in order to satisfy my boss. Being a slacker however, I got here 10 minutes later than scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we never got a call that plans had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is 30 minutes after the time when he should be here to let us in so we can all start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my colleague really has to go to the bathroom, and is whining to me about this as we sit on the curb in the parking lot with our laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, as I type, two other colleagues have arrived. Along with the cable guy. So the four of us are standing out here stupidly, unable to let the cable guy in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is a good lesson in workplace relationships and such, but it sure is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I get a great recommendation after all of this. Being an intern who hopes to continue moving up the ranks, I need a really good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. This is a campaign I am working on, so it only lasts a few more months, fortunately, until Nov 4. By boss, I don’t mean the candidate who is awesome and perhaps the hardest working person I’ve ever met!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-1557209357917021321?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/1557209357917021321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=1557209357917021321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1557209357917021321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1557209357917021321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/07/seriously-slacking-boss.html' title='A Seriously Slacking Boss'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-4604413332965233467</id><published>2008-07-17T01:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:30:00.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abroad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #12</title><content type='html'>Click photos to enlarge; some are better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;code&gt; &lt;/code&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of my favorite self-taken nature photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yang Shuo, China&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7pPf6IUJI/AAAAAAAABvQ/W7h8r3U6CH4/s1600-h/n1479570080_30080027_7938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7pPf6IUJI/AAAAAAAABvQ/W7h8r3U6CH4/s400/n1479570080_30080027_7938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223869070268977298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Halifax, Nova Scotia:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7oiHnwvDI/AAAAAAAABug/iSn7zlAlwoo/s1600-h/IMG_4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7oiHnwvDI/AAAAAAAABug/iSn7zlAlwoo/s400/IMG_4119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868290655370290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Cape Cod, Massachusetts&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7ohgsppvI/AAAAAAAABuY/mRlYtbGcHzA/s1600-h/IMG_3541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7ohgsppvI/AAAAAAAABuY/mRlYtbGcHzA/s400/IMG_3541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868280206894834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4.  Cape Cod, Massachusetts&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7ohZU3zXI/AAAAAAAABuQ/eL5sEpWuNZI/s1600-h/IMG_3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7ohZU3zXI/AAAAAAAABuQ/eL5sEpWuNZI/s400/IMG_3535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868278228110706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Cape Cod, Massachusetts &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7og7FGcDI/AAAAAAAABuI/BWr9Ejyr-Vk/s1600-h/IMG_3527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7og7FGcDI/AAAAAAAABuI/BWr9Ejyr-Vk/s400/IMG_3527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868270108897330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. Cape Cod, Massachusetts&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7ogSZKAPI/AAAAAAAABuA/FOQX0enrDds/s1600-h/IMG_3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7ogSZKAPI/AAAAAAAABuA/FOQX0enrDds/s400/IMG_3506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868259187163378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Jilin, China (The other side of this lake is North Korea)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o-iIxQ2I/AAAAAAAABvI/ZlA5LkDKEjs/s1600-h/n1479570057_30080449_5850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o-iIxQ2I/AAAAAAAABvI/ZlA5LkDKEjs/s400/n1479570057_30080449_5850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868778809475938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. Seattle, Washington&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o-QjFLdI/AAAAAAAABvA/642qDd2H_VM/s1600-h/IMG_6053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o-QjFLdI/AAAAAAAABvA/642qDd2H_VM/s400/IMG_6053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868774087994834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Seattle, Washington&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o9zT9tVI/AAAAAAAABu4/WzERWWTH7QQ/s1600-h/IMG_6006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o9zT9tVI/AAAAAAAABu4/WzERWWTH7QQ/s400/IMG_6006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868766239962450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. Kenmore, Washington&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o9ot0L6I/AAAAAAAABuw/Me6S8MixDRE/s1600-h/IMG_5886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o9ot0L6I/AAAAAAAABuw/Me6S8MixDRE/s400/IMG_5886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868763395600290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11. Kenmore, Washington&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o8zO8KiI/AAAAAAAABuo/stytywjqnCk/s1600-h/IMG_5878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7o8zO8KiI/AAAAAAAABuo/stytywjqnCk/s400/IMG_5878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868749039020578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12. Jilin, China&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7pPx860RI/AAAAAAAABvg/OSoIA76OCA0/s1600-h/n1479570080_30080042_1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7pPx860RI/AAAAAAAABvg/OSoIA76OCA0/s400/n1479570080_30080042_1151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223869075112513810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13. Guilin, China (This is inside a cave)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7pPlvCMAI/AAAAAAAABvY/dfWKGFry-VE/s1600-h/n1479570080_30080028_8148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7pPlvCMAI/AAAAAAAABvY/dfWKGFry-VE/s400/n1479570080_30080028_8148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223869071833051138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-4604413332965233467?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/4604413332965233467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=4604413332965233467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4604413332965233467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4604413332965233467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-thirteen-12.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #12'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SH7pPf6IUJI/AAAAAAAABvQ/W7h8r3U6CH4/s72-c/n1479570080_30080027_7938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-41538622889580294</id><published>2008-07-10T02:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:14:11.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;code&gt; &lt;/code&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Great Websites For &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: You can get lost for hours on this thing. The following quote expresses it pretty well: "If AIM is a gateway drug, Facebook is internet crack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: pretty much anything you want - it's there. Also, archived footage at thedailyshow.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Overheard in New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: hilariously real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ebaums World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Ridiculous things (albinoblacksheep.com is good too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Addicting Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: I'm a fan of the puzzles and the helicopter game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.aaronkaro.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Recovering Frat Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: He publishes a bimonthly column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: You can get severely sidetracked by clicking on links in the middle of articles. As a friend said, "Wikipedia is like alcohol. You start into it, wake up a few hours later, and can't remember how you got there." You can play the "Jesus Game." Either click "Random article" on the left hand column, or go to a random page yourself. See how few clicks it takes to get to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;College Humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: fairly ridiculous and sometimes funny articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://lolcatz.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL Catz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Sooo juvenile but sometimes hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: If you want to do something a little more refined (or you want people to think you are sophisticated when they look over your shoulder), NYT has great articles, photo slideshows, and videos on tons of topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedailymeme.com/what-is-a-meme/"&gt;Memes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: You're probably familiar ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: There are so many games and funny things to do with google. One option:&lt;br /&gt;put in the searchbar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Name&lt;/span&gt;   needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Name&lt;/span&gt;   looks like&lt;br /&gt;                       ...does&lt;br /&gt;                       ...hates&lt;br /&gt;                       ...goes&lt;br /&gt;                       ...loves&lt;br /&gt;                       ...eats&lt;br /&gt;                       ...has&lt;br /&gt;                       ...will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prettymuchanything.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;: Like wiki, one can spend hours surfing blogs by following blogrolls.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-41538622889580294?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/41538622889580294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=41538622889580294&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/41538622889580294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/41538622889580294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-thirteen-11_10.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #11'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-8982532872031541765</id><published>2008-07-03T01:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:20:30.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PeopleOfInterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;With the 4th of July tomorrow, here is my 10th TT. I'm sorry that it is a little bit more geared towards the second half of the century than the early years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#abdf59"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteengreen.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteengreen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(171, 223, 89) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quotes From Important Moments in US Political History of the 20th Century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(In chronological order, feel free to disagree or add your own).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;  Date: March 4, 1933&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: I give a lot of credit to FDR for promoting the welfare state&lt;br /&gt;  and introducing the radical idea in this country that the government might&lt;br /&gt;  actually take care of its citizens. For me, this quote shows his leadership in&lt;br /&gt;  not only being an emotional "hand holder" for the country during this time, but&lt;br /&gt;  for his leadership in creating new programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"December 7th, 1941, a da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia,serif;" &gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; which will live in infamy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;  Date: December 8, 1941&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: Well, it's infamous. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The world will note that the first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Harry S. Truman&lt;br /&gt;  Date: August 9, 1945&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: Would forever change the way the world views conflict between major powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Have you no sense of decency?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Joseph Welch&lt;br /&gt;  Date: June 9, 1954&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: I think this sentence sums up how many of us often feel about government. Also, it came at a time when things were seriously out of control in our government and we saw how willing people are to go with the flow and believe certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have a dream..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;  Date: August 28, 1963&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: I don't think this really needs an explanation of its importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm about to sign into law the Civil Rights Act of 1964."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Lyndon B. Johnson&lt;br /&gt;  Date: August (?) 1964&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: A landmark piece of legislation that showed presidential courage. Also a defining moment in political history as, just as Johnson predicted, the south would be lost to the Democratic party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have today ordered to Vietnam...additional forces will be needed later and they will be sent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Lyndon B. Johnson&lt;br /&gt;  Date: July 28, 1965&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: Well, the Vietnam War was a pretty big part of history that will always be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have some very sad news for all of you, Martin Luther King was shot and was killed tonight in Memphis, Tennessee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Robert F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;  Date: April 4, 1968&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: Not only the death of an important figure, but a moment that showed the skills of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...I shall resign the presidency effective at noon tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Richard M. Nixon&lt;br /&gt;  Date: August 8, 1974&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: The most powerful man in the world stepped down without a single gun being fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don't think it was wrong...I think it was a neat idea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;    Speaker: Oliver North&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;    Date: July 1987 (?)&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: This casual reference towards the president and officials engaging in something inappropriate and unethical as "a neat idea" is quite disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Lloyd Bentsen&lt;br /&gt;  Date: October 5, 1988&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: I did not include a Kennedy quote in this list although there are a few that almost made the cut. I decided to instead include this one because it shows how strong of an impact Kennedy had. His influence can be seen in how eager politicians are to mention the late president and draw parallels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The skies over Baghdad have been illuminated. This is thunder, this is lightning, this is death - this is hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;  Date: 1991&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because of the foreshadowing it offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The young killers of Columbine High School do not stand for the spirit of America. We can rise up and we can say 'No more.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaker: Al Gore&lt;br /&gt;  Date: April 25, 1999&lt;br /&gt;  Chosen because: This one is much more powerful when heard than when read, but I think there are so many events and issues to which we want to say 'no more'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;Happy 4th! Since I am working for a political campaign, and the 4th of July is also National Politician Day, I will be hitting up three parades&lt;br /&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/22523031-8982532872031541765?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/8982532872031541765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=8982532872031541765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/8982532872031541765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/8982532872031541765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-thirteen-10.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #10'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-6911953796379748471</id><published>2008-06-27T01:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T02:31:38.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PeopleOfInterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campaigning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have just embarked on a summer as a staffer on a political campaign, and what a year to be doing this. Here is a quick recap of the first 2 1/2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt; &lt;/code&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#c7e3f3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenblue.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(199, 227, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things I have been doing this summer while working on a political campaign.&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt; &lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;1. ...flew to a city that I have never been to before. After one of the worst days of delays and flight cancellations I have ever experienced, I landed at 1AM, found my way to a hotel, and then worked that day 9AM-8:30PM, meeting the entire staff for the first time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. ...slept on a couch at the deputy finance director's apartment before moving in with the family of a supporter. I quickly got used to the family's habits and 20-year-old cat that yowls in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 3. ...began working 12 hour days, 6 days a week. This Sunday will be my last Sunday off. It will be 7days/week from July on out.&lt;/p&gt;4. ...spent a little bit of time downtown exploring the city. Honestly, it is not quite as great as everyone told me it would be, but I am somewhat impressed, and I have plans to see even more of it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ...went canoeing with friends. I so wish I had more time off to explore this great state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ...went to a festival and a nursing home as a representative from the campaign. The nursing home was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so fun&lt;/span&gt; - half the people thought I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; the candidate and the other half wanted to tell me about WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ...met the candidate who, by the way, is one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; people I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. ...had lunch twice with the candidate and a few staffers. The candidate said this is something they try to do once a week in order to "maintain the illusion that campaigns are actually civilized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ...went to a fundraiser at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; house with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; food. It kinda, no it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; made me wish I worked in finance. They get to go to the events all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ...had a truly deep conversation with the campaign manager about flavored tootsie rolls. (Office conversations are great in the evenings. Everyone is tired and lets loose a bit - the results can be pretty hilarious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. ...went to a chocolate factory and tasted the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; chocolate I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; had. They make all kinds of flavors like one that tastes like wine, and one that has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt; flavoring. And of course, that chocolate tasting was all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; serious official campaign business. Quality control for fundraisers, you know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ...made tons of fundraising calls! Yes, this week I am that annoying person who calls you. The end of the quarter is on Monday so we are in overdrive. Almost all other aspects of the campaign have shut down and everyone, even if they do not work in the finance department, is expected to make fundraising calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. ...took a twenty minute call from a "colorful" voter who had thought through her own plan to deal with Iraq, decided an Indian member of our staff is actually Polish (???), and went on and on about something involving sabotaging oil fields in I guess the Middle East (this was where I kinda lost the conversation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/" mce_href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great so far and things are only going to get more active, more crazy, and more amazing as we get closer to E-day! I'm still crossing my fingers that the national party will send a celebrity of some sort our way to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I also got to see the candidate dive stomach first onto an exercise ball when the candidate thought no one was looking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-6911953796379748471?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/6911953796379748471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=6911953796379748471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6911953796379748471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6911953796379748471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-thirteen-9.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #9'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-522987097193983599</id><published>2008-06-05T13:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:36:46.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FroshYear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving'/><title type='text'>Bone Marrow Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEgjl2pqfuI/AAAAAAAABY0/c8gV3NnYp_4/s1600-h/marrow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEgjl2pqfuI/AAAAAAAABY0/c8gV3NnYp_4/s400/marrow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208452102286376674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15 minutes, 4 do-it-yourself cheek swabs,&lt;br /&gt;3 page questionnaire, 1 envelope,&lt;br /&gt;and the chance to save a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-522987097193983599?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/522987097193983599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=522987097193983599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/522987097193983599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/522987097193983599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/06/bone-marrow-drive.html' title='Bone Marrow Drive'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEgjl2pqfuI/AAAAAAAABY0/c8gV3NnYp_4/s72-c/marrow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-3121309465314675649</id><published>2008-06-05T13:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:39:09.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campaigning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PublicTransportation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FroshYear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #8</title><content type='html'>Way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;overdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt; &lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things that I'm using as an excuse to explain not having blogged for awhile (as always, with pictures)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I had a huge research paper due on international education policy (a month ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;2.I had finals (again, a month ago)&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;3.My grandfather and cousin died during that time. My grandmother is now in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3rdOyIBI/AAAAAAAABZM/LmG9jl_Dook/s1600-h/IMG_5492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3rdOyIBI/AAAAAAAABZM/LmG9jl_Dook/s400/IMG_5492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208544557518692370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;4.I said a temporary goodbye to new friends and my new hometown&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;5.I moved out (fourth floor, no elevator)&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3pIwqxKI/AAAAAAAABY8/QOaVyCZMHo0/s1600-h/IMG_5421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3pIwqxKI/AAAAAAAABY8/QOaVyCZMHo0/s400/IMG_5421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208544517663933602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3qCXCHtI/AAAAAAAABZE/9nhv0KjzNRw/s1600-h/IMG_5422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3qCXCHtI/AAAAAAAABZE/9nhv0KjzNRw/s400/IMG_5422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208544533125668562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;6.I went to visit family in California&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3sBIXbXI/AAAAAAAABZU/MlUD0YD_oxQ/s1600-h/IMG_5712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3sBIXbXI/AAAAAAAABZU/MlUD0YD_oxQ/s400/IMG_5712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208544567155453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;7.I visited friends in New York (more pics to come)&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3tBt8rCI/AAAAAAAABZc/rqCI3aqOmfo/s1600-h/IMG_5774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3tBt8rCI/AAAAAAAABZc/rqCI3aqOmfo/s400/IMG_5774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208544584492952610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;8.I finally made it home after a hellish day of foot, taxi, subway, bus, and plane travel from New York&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;9.I have been catching up with friends, packing, and organizing&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;10. I had an interview for a position for next fall that I applied for (I got it!)&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;11.I saw the Sex and the City movie (not a great excuse but...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh4icDQagI/AAAAAAAABZk/0h1vmt5k6V8/s1600-h/Sex-And-The-City-Poster-C12158661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh4icDQagI/AAAAAAAABZk/0h1vmt5k6V8/s400/Sex-And-The-City-Poster-C12158661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208545502094715394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;12.I went to an organizing meeting to talk about how the Democratic Primary went in this state and what we can do for the fall&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;13.I am getting ready to spend the entire summer on the west coast working on a political campaign, and I will also be attending the convention in Denver! Therefore, I have been spending money like crazy on plane tickets, train tickets, bus tickets, housing, and getting headaches dealing with all of these schedules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/" mce_href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others' comments.  It’s easy, and fun! Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Movie photo from: http://pblosser.blogspot.com/2006/10/statism-post-modernism-and-death-of.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-3121309465314675649?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/3121309465314675649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=3121309465314675649&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/3121309465314675649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/3121309465314675649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-thirteen-8.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #8'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/SEh3rdOyIBI/AAAAAAAABZM/LmG9jl_Dook/s72-c/IMG_5492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-4666388614232111876</id><published>2008-03-29T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:59:56.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abroad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhotoHunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Saturday Photo Hunters #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R-5nRW5VXRI/AAAAAAAABBc/Nzh2iWvGHVE/s1600-h/n1479570080_30079497_8389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R-5nRW5VXRI/AAAAAAAABBc/Nzh2iWvGHVE/s400/n1479570080_30079497_8389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183193769051512082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Photo Hunters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-4666388614232111876?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/4666388614232111876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=4666388614232111876&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4666388614232111876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4666388614232111876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-photo-hunters-1.html' title='Saturday Photo Hunters #1'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R-5nRW5VXRI/AAAAAAAABBc/Nzh2iWvGHVE/s72-c/n1479570080_30079497_8389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-1082213109357391876</id><published>2008-03-29T11:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:51:03.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FroshYear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Spring Break - Woohoo?</title><content type='html'>There’s an episode of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; where Ross, a professor, is dating Elizabeth, a student. Elizabeth is going to Florida for spring break, and Chandler and Joey shout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt; after they, or anyone else, mentions it. When Ross asks for an explanation, Monica clarifies saying, “During spring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;, you do nice things with your grandparents. During spring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;, you do frat guys.” (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;). I’ve heard all about Spring Break Miami, Spring Break Cancun, MTV Spring Break, and wet T-shirt contests (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;). They’re played up as huge college initiations - the reason you go to college practically. Still, I have yet to (knowingly) meet someone who has participated in these activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        It seems most people at University left for spring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;. For example: I went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;)...but to hang out with the Mother and the Grandmother and look at retirement communities for the Grandmother (no joke). Friend #1 went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miami&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;)...but to hang out with his relatives...who don’t sound like a crazy bunch. Friend #2 went to Philly, and then drove through PA with his mom to see civil war battlefields. No disrespect to the Union and the Amish, but that’s not worthy of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;. Across-the-Hall went camping in Arizona with her dad. Friend #3 went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miami&lt;/span&gt; with the tennis team (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;)...but had to live with some team member’s grandparents. Living with 80-year-olds you’ve never met doesn’t exactly scream keg-stands. Friend #4 stayed on campus for hardcore crew practice. According to what we’ve heard, other schools take the rowers to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; for practice over break. Friend #4 feels like she’s missing out on a pretty big &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Roommate went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NYC&lt;/span&gt; on her own so I guess that’s worthy of a mild &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;, although knowing her, she’s probably going to spend the entire time in a theater or museum - not dancing on bars. I’m not the only one with a distorted image of college spring break. The little sister of Friend #1 thought we had a break of 3 weeks off to take this huge road trip to Florida for the aforementioned wet t-shirt contests and other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt; type activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       So do I just know all the nerds? Is this what the rest of the American college population is doing right now and my bubble of friends and I are just in a totally different universe? And what do you do for spring break (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;) if you already live in FL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-1082213109357391876?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/1082213109357391876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=1082213109357391876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1082213109357391876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1082213109357391876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-woohoo.html' title='Spring Break - Woohoo?'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-418672862976866532</id><published>2008-03-27T18:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:37:41.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FroshYear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>Oh, the Agony</title><content type='html'>Such is the life of a &lt;em&gt;slacking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;overachiever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an &lt;em&gt;overachiever&lt;/em&gt;. Because of this, I signed up for an independent study policy internship downtown and convinced my Dean to let me take 6 classes during my first year. (I am receiving credit for the internship so it is considered 6 classes total).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write a &lt;em&gt;twenty&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;page&lt;/em&gt; policy paper for this internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;em&gt;slacker&lt;/em&gt;. I have left all of the work to the &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;last minute and, during busy weeks, the &lt;em&gt;absolute &lt;/em&gt;last minute. I must turn it in &lt;em&gt;tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; morning in &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt;. I am stuck in the computer lab writing until it is done. The lab closes at &lt;em&gt;4am&lt;/em&gt;, but I'd like to get out of here by 12:00. No dinner tonight. Just left over Easter chocolate. To achieve my midnight goal, I am posting on my blog, sending my friends bumperstickers on Facebook, and checking out Thursday Thirteens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because only a &lt;em&gt;draft&lt;/em&gt; is due. There is certainly time to improve it for the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the independent study is pass/fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my mantra right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't freak out. The sun hasn't set yet. It's only a draft. It's only pass/fail."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-418672862976866532?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/418672862976866532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=418672862976866532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/418672862976866532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/418672862976866532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-agony.html' title='Oh, the Agony'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-6299645171079974152</id><published>2008-03-27T12:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:10:16.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FroshYear'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #7</title><content type='html'>(She's actually a wonderful roommate and I'm very lucky to have gotten such a good situation...but these are just the things that irk me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt; &lt;/code&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd like to tell my roommate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1 - Your hair! The diagonal bangs make me crazy! You’ve got to straighten them or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2 - Your cough and laugh are awkward and annoying. But i guess you can’t change those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3 - Please don’t hum or sing. It’s really distracting when you think your mouth is a snare drum and i’m trying to learn arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4 - For the love of god, close the window! It is too cold out and we freeze during the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5 - The comments you make about your faith and other faiths really bother me. My faith could not be more different from yours. I’m trying to be open and learn about yours, but sometimes you sound really ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6 - Please stop leaving your keys in the door. It’s annoying and not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7 - Please remember to turn your alarm off on weekends...really, please do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8 - Turn the volume on your alarm down! I don’t know how it takes you several minutes to hear it each morning. I’m across the room and it always blasts me out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9 - Stop closing the door! If I am in the room with the door open when you get back, please do not then close the door behind you when you leave a few minutes later. Obviously, I want the door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10 - Please stop taking my cable out of the internet jack. It’s very passive aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11 - I don’t want to hear you saying negative things about people you went to high school with. you sound very condescending and patronizing. It makes me feel bad for them, especially when I can identify with the problems they’re having that you’re telling me about. You don’t realize it, but sometimes you’re insulting me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12 - Your boyfriend really needs to spend more time in his room. you may think he’s great, but the rest of the hall, myself included, thinks he’s really very extremely super annoying! I’m really tired of him hanging out in our room every evening. It’s also really awkward when you guys start making out and I am sitting right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13 - Please don’t support that presidential candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That feels better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/" mce_href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others' comments.  It’s easy, and fun! Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&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/22523031-6299645171079974152?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/6299645171079974152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=6299645171079974152&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6299645171079974152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6299645171079974152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #7'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-7981760452298065976</id><published>2008-03-26T09:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:16:34.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WordlessWednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abroad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R-pMcm5VXPI/AAAAAAAABBM/sfefrU7rn28/s1600-h/WW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R-pMcm5VXPI/AAAAAAAABBM/sfefrU7rn28/s400/WW1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182038375604247794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-7981760452298065976?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/7981760452298065976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=7981760452298065976&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/7981760452298065976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/7981760452298065976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/03/wordless-wednesday-1.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - 1'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R-pMcm5VXPI/AAAAAAAABBM/sfefrU7rn28/s72-c/WW1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-6159172962819387676</id><published>2008-03-23T16:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:17:14.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhotoShowIt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abroad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Photo Show It - Diffusion</title><content type='html'>I'm really not sure what this means, but dictionary.com says it has something to do with a "soft focused effect." That doesn't really help, but here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R-bCI25VW0I/AAAAAAAAA90/zOctTRC57Ak/s1600-h/n1479570073_30034634_8648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R-bCI25VW0I/AAAAAAAAA90/zOctTRC57Ak/s400/n1479570073_30034634_8648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181041878767065922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is part of the Blue Mosque in Istanbul. Taken early October, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://invisiblebeautiful.com/"&gt;Photo Show It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-6159172962819387676?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/6159172962819387676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=6159172962819387676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6159172962819387676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6159172962819387676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-show-it-diffusion.html' title='Photo Show It - Diffusion'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R-bCI25VW0I/AAAAAAAAA90/zOctTRC57Ak/s72-c/n1479570073_30034634_8648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-1870484539021880432</id><published>2008-03-16T21:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:32:27.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhotoShowIt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Photo Show It - Depth of Field</title><content type='html'>I am a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; amateur photographer, but I'd like to give the  &lt;a href="http://invisiblebeautiful.com/"&gt;Photo Show It&lt;/a&gt; meme a shot (pun intended). I'm not very artistic and I'm not quite sure what depth is or if this picture even qualifies. This was taken in a small port town in Maine during December 2007. Excuse the reflections from the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" action="view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4102.jpg&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 379px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u17/casey3060/Maine_Winter07/IMG_4102.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-1870484539021880432?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/1870484539021880432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=1870484539021880432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1870484539021880432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1870484539021880432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-show-it-depth-of-field.html' title='Photo Show It - Depth of Field'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u17/casey3060/Maine_Winter07/th_IMG_4102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-2670478737258320983</id><published>2008-03-16T20:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:07:43.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FroshYear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AboutMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><title type='text'>A New Meme</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://blogtalkers.wordpress.com/"&gt;Blog Talkers Talk&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does spring mean for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spring means a mixture of activities for me. As a student, it means both crunch time as exams draw closer, slight panic as I make summer arrangements, and relief as the year will almost be over. The weather is wonderful, of course, although it's taking a bit longer to warm up at University than it did back home. I am so fortunate not to have allergies so I am always able to enjoy the weather. This slacker absolutely does not do a big spring cleaning. Throughout the year, I plug along, picking up, vaccuming, and doing laundry as needed. I think the worst part is the weather not being able to decide what to do. This is similar to that awkward period in the fall where it's too cold for half of your clothing, yet you feel stupid in the other half because it's just not cold enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get spring fever so much as summer fever. Around this time I start thinking about the Cape where I've spent every summer of my life. I'm also anxious to get past exams an on to whatever fabulous un-paid internship I managed to land. As of right now, I have not yet received acceptances so I am anxiously awaiting those. Daylight Savings Time happens over the weekend where, at college that involves seriously screwing up your sleep cycle, so I don't feel the effects of DST until Sunday night when I'm frantically trying to finish a paper and wish I had another hour left to do it...such is the life of a SlackingOverachiever (well, actually this part is just about the slacking).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-2670478737258320983?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/2670478737258320983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=2670478737258320983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2670478737258320983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2670478737258320983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-meme.html' title='A New Meme'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-7985109057419007423</id><published>2008-02-11T18:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:34:35.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AboutMe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="background-color: white; text-align: center;" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: rgb(0, 102, 179); color: white; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.1; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table style="background-color: white; text-align: center;" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-top: 2px;" width="120"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" style="border: 1px none black;" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.1; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:16;"  &gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people with my name&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 179); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.8; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;" href="http://howmanyofme.com/"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-7985109057419007423?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/7985109057419007423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=7985109057419007423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/7985109057419007423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/7985109057419007423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/02/howmanyofme.html' title=''/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-4342181395687348641</id><published>2008-01-27T17:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:34:23.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I found this &lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; and I'm quite surprised by the rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/genius.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/"&gt;Movie Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-4342181395687348641?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/4342181395687348641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=4342181395687348641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4342181395687348641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4342181395687348641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-4797461625112504490</id><published>2008-01-16T20:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:26:20.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PeopleOfInterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campaigning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BadBank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PublicTransportation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FroshYear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#c7e3f3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenblue.jpg" mce_src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(199, 227, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things &lt;strong&gt;I did over break&lt;/strong&gt;...a few hours early&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures included because I don't like to read posts without pictures to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Visited floormate at her home in NYC and got really excited over the fact that she has a doorman and all those fancy New York amenities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rode the subway ALL BY MYSELF to get there and was completely horrified by the uncleanliness factor. I think I've become a public transportation snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Saw a show on Broadway (The Drowsy Chaperone) and waited outside the stage door for autographs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vr9VmQeZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/W46Oh1jtIYQ/s1600-h/slack1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vr9VmQeZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/W46Oh1jtIYQ/s400/slack1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177991635594672530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Bob Saget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. Did the obligatory holiday tour of the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v4l7VQnEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Et2oljSDxXc/s1600-h/IMG_4087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v4l7VQnEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Et2oljSDxXc/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155487528921373762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v4u7VQnFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VVRfCkGUR5w/s1600-h/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v4u7VQnFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VVRfCkGUR5w/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155487683540196434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v45bVQnGI/AAAAAAAAASE/OWtGVn4DMrI/s1600-h/IMG_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v45bVQnGI/AAAAAAAAASE/OWtGVn4DMrI/s320/IMG_4090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155487863928822882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v5A7VQnHI/AAAAAAAAASM/cD28LSR4iyM/s1600-h/IMG_4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v5A7VQnHI/AAAAAAAAASM/cD28LSR4iyM/s320/IMG_4093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155487992777841778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v5QrVQnII/AAAAAAAAASU/LiMobwwYeIU/s1600-h/IMG_4094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v5QrVQnII/AAAAAAAAASU/LiMobwwYeIU/s320/IMG_4094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155488263360781442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vsLlmQebI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/NepDLSDgTZs/s1600-h/slack3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vsLlmQebI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/NepDLSDgTZs/s400/slack3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177991880407808434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vsHFmQeaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/qB_0DmjLjws/s1600-h/slack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vsHFmQeaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/qB_0DmjLjws/s400/slack2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177991803098397090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Got mad at BadBank once again (see post below) because using that card with a certain sports team glorified all over it really pissed off one cashier. It's just a game people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did not, unfortunately, overhear anything worthy of being sent to overheardinnewyork.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Had a big family shindig (not in the city). It was nice because this may be the last one certain grandparents will be attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Visited various relatives and friends with incurable illnesses and/or cancer. It seems like there are so many people with cancer this year. This was definitely the "sick holiday." We've done a lot of reflecting and spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Went to New Hampshire to intern for a political campaign and held signs outside in below zero weather. Hey, we're freezing for our future. I also got yelled at A LOT on the phone by pissed off voters who just want the primary to be OVER AND WE KNOW WHO WE'RE VOTING FOR SO STOP BOTHERING US, OKAY?!?!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v6wLVQnJI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZCIGnP77tgQ/s1600-h/IMG_4261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v6wLVQnJI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZCIGnP77tgQ/s320/IMG_4261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155489904038288530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v6wrVQnKI/AAAAAAAAASk/kNJoUiDGBvg/s1600-h/IMG_4272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v6wrVQnKI/AAAAAAAAASk/kNJoUiDGBvg/s320/IMG_4272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155489912628223138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v6w7VQnLI/AAAAAAAAASs/jAJJZ9Hc5CY/s1600-h/IMG_4278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v6w7VQnLI/AAAAAAAAASs/jAJJZ9Hc5CY/s320/IMG_4278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155489916923190450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vs0VmQecI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/hrvJAyJh9Co/s1600-h/slack4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vs0VmQecI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/hrvJAyJh9Co/s400/slack4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177992580487477698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Met the Candidate several times and Candidate's spouse once and was in a photo for a CNN article. (Although it wasn't a favorable article for the Candidate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Met some really friendly volunteers working on different campaigns (as well as some totally crazy ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Came home briefly and in time for my mom to host a dinner party where the guests hadn't seen me since i was "just this tiny little girl hanging on to your mom and now you're all grown up and working in politics" etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Made a donation to Locks of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v79rVQnMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FPR91yJUrRo/s1600-h/lockslove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R4v79rVQnMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FPR91yJUrRo/s320/lockslove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155491235478150338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vtMFmQedI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ptuFDXROau4/s1600-h/slack5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vtMFmQedI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ptuFDXROau4/s400/slack5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177992988509370834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/" mce_href="http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  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Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" mce_href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-4797461625112504490?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/4797461625112504490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=4797461625112504490&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4797461625112504490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4797461625112504490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-thirteen-6_16.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #6'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/R9vr9VmQeZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/W46Oh1jtIYQ/s72-c/slack1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-1053104416109452017</id><published>2007-11-04T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:25:55.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FroshYear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MoneyMatters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BadBank'/><title type='text'>I hate my bank</title><content type='html'>Why are they so unorganized? You would think coming recommended by University and having a branch right down the street from University would make things easy, but no. When I signed up, they asked if I wanted to have a "themed" debit card. I had a choice of about 50 cards with images of trees or kitties or sports teams on them. Frankly, they were all ugly. I said no thanks and they said fine, here's the standard. Standard arrived in the mail and, after some textbook buying drama, was used for a month and worked fine. Then, they send me another card. What?! And not just a standard card, a sports themed one. I tried calling to find out why the hell I have two debit cards and got all tangled up in "If you have a customer service question, press 1. If you want to sign up for one of our special-but-it's-a-rip-off programs, press 2. If you want more options, press 3. If you think my voice is creepy, press 4. If you want to change your theme from ugly sports team to ugly dinosaurs press 5. If you don't give a shit about card themes and just want to know why the hell your bank is incompetent, press go to hell. Please hold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hung up and threw the card in a drawer. I know, not the best choice but I'm new at this. Everything was fine for another month because I didn't use my card, I had too much cash left over from the summer and that covered my meager student expenses. Well, floormate and I go to BadBank's ATM down the street (because it is just a little bit closer than the branch of BadBank). And the card. doesn't. work. What?! Fine, go back to University and try to log-in  to online banking using normal card to be told no by the website. Fine, rip that damn ugly sports team card out of the drawer. Try to log on again using ugly card number. Works, account is happy and fine. Call the number on ugly card to activate. Activated, put normal card into drawer and ugly card into wallet. Too late to go back to ATM (kinda sketch area at night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think the debit card drama would be over. But no, I got my bank statement in the mail today. Even though their website keeps bragging to me that I am "going paperless." So why I still receive two statements a month probably has to do with whatever they did that caused above drama. One statement is normal and fine, exactly what it says online. Phew. Second statement, not so much. I signed up for some program that sounded very nice when I started, it is basically to help you save money. They transfer the extra change from your checking account to your savings account. You only make about $1.81 a month but whatever. Well, this statement has that $1.81 added and then says -$20.00 maintenance fee. Again, What?! Why would I be in a program where I am paying $20.00 a month for "maintenance" while only making $1.81?! So today, I am going to schlepp down to BadBank branch and find out what the hell is going on with this account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-1053104416109452017?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/1053104416109452017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=1053104416109452017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1053104416109452017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/1053104416109452017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-my-bank.html' title='I hate my bank'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-4079385056575579194</id><published>2007-10-10T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:52:07.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>A few quizzes to procrastinate away the afternoon:</title><content type='html'>Awww, how perfect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Boston&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/boston.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both modern and old school, you never forget your roots.&lt;br /&gt;Well educated and a little snobby, you demand the best.&lt;br /&gt;And quite frankly, you think you are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous people from the Boston area: Conan O'Brien, Ben Affleck, New Kids on the Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/"&gt;What American City Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for Grad School:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/london.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old fashioned, and a little modern.&lt;br /&gt;A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.&lt;br /&gt;A unique soul like you needs a city that offers everything.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you and London will get along so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 0% Redneck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howredneckareyouquiz/redneck.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll slap you so hard, your clothes will be outta style.&lt;br /&gt;You ain't no redneck - you're all Yankee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howredneckareyouquiz/"&gt;How Redneck Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-4079385056575579194?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/4079385056575579194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=4079385056575579194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4079385056575579194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4079385056575579194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-quizzes-to-procrastinate-away.html' title='A few quizzes to procrastinate away the afternoon:'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-4907360132963103881</id><published>2007-10-10T16:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:25:18.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FroshYear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>It's that time again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Halloween Costume Should Be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd79a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubeforhalloweenquiz/candy-corn.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy Corn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubeforhalloweenquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be For Halloween?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm....no thanks. Anyway, I've known for several YEARS what I am going to be for this particular Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-4907360132963103881?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/4907360132963103881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=4907360132963103881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4907360132963103881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4907360132963103881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again...'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-156713018735265769</id><published>2007-10-07T21:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:33:23.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>Ummmm, so yeah. About not posting since June......well, I don't have a very good excuse except that I was with only questionable internet access the entire summer and then got busy with travel and relocation. I've started many journals in my life and never had the discipline to maintain any of them. But I'm trying really hard this time...or at least I'm trying. I will resume TT this week (en shallah). I will also (hopefully) post pictures from my amazing trip to China!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-156713018735265769?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/156713018735265769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=156713018735265769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/156713018735265769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/156713018735265769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/10/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-6605627324674684228</id><published>2007-06-03T10:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:32:28.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>This Week!</title><content type='html'>I am graduating this week! The last week of school is always the best because we usually only have half days and it is all recognition ceremonies and picnics. Unfortunately, the week is dampened a bit by the 10 PAGE PAPER I have to write for my senior project. I also have to do a powerpoint presentation. I have had 2 weeks to do this. How much do you think I have done? Hint: look at the title of the blog. NONE. That's right, it is Sunday and I have not started either. But I'm not worried. This year, I became a pro at writing papers the night before/day they were due. I wrote my English Thesis and Final Paper for Anthropology the same Sunday night/Monday morning...and I got decent grades. The senior project isn't even graded so of course it is going to be a lot of BS to fill the 10 pages and of course I haven't started. Please. It should be an interesting paper, though. It is on microlending and my recent trip to Guatemala (see two posts down). I will probably bite the bullet and make myself start working on it sometime today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-6605627324674684228?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/6605627324674684228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=6605627324674684228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6605627324674684228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6605627324674684228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-week.html' title='This Week!'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-5217112149034812479</id><published>2007-05-31T12:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:30:48.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AboutMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abroad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #5</title><content type='html'>T-minus 7 days and counting! Only one week left until graduation. I have my dress (we are required to wear white), I have new shoes, a hair and pedi appointment, a mountain of party invitations, and today I received my first congratulatory card. My grandmother will be flying in next week and, due to a change in schedule, my brother will be able to be here. After four years, I am definitely ready and glad to be leaving this school. I tried to come up with a list of what I will miss but 13 is a lot and I couldn't do it so here are 13 things I am doing this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Graduating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Going to China with my friend who was born there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Burning my uniform and books...well, maybe not burning them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Visiting lots of family like every summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Seeing my dog who now lives with my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Packing up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Buying a laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Practicing violin (ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Saying goodbye (maybe forever?) to friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Moving a few states away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Flying the coop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. ...and going to college!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-5217112149034812479?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/5217112149034812479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=5217112149034812479&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/5217112149034812479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/5217112149034812479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/05/thursday-thirteen-5.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #5'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-2865921146373345659</id><published>2007-05-17T14:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:29:18.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abroad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #4</title><content type='html'>Some things from my recent trip to Guatemala. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteen300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things I did in Guatemala&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Traveled with a group called Friendship Bridge (Puente de Amistad) that gives microloans to poor women to start their own businesses to help their families. &lt;a href="http://www.friendshipbridge.org/"&gt;www.friendshipbridge.org &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brushed my teeth in the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkyjNgZDZCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-97gC2_lXiA/s1600-h/Guatemala+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkyjNgZDZCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-97gC2_lXiA/s320/Guatemala+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065603133313606690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Stayed in the very beautiful and very colorful Antigua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkykGwZDZDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EIX7ZOPwo7E/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkykGwZDZDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EIX7ZOPwo7E/s200/IMG_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065604116861117490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkylGQZDZEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-zQh9s82lsw/s1600-h/IMG_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkylGQZDZEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-zQh9s82lsw/s200/IMG_0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065605207782810690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkylGwZDZFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/s0693VQeSg0/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkylGwZDZFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/s0693VQeSg0/s200/IMG_0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065605216372745298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span&gt;Crossed the breathtaking Lake Atitlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkymewZDZHI/AAAAAAAAANM/fRAkIB02zl0/s1600-h/IMG_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkymewZDZHI/AAAAAAAAANM/fRAkIB02zl0/s200/IMG_1009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065606728201233522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkymeQZDZGI/AAAAAAAAANE/IdWvfzppR4k/s1600-h/IMG_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkymeQZDZGI/AAAAAAAAANE/IdWvfzppR4k/s200/IMG_1007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065606719611298914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. Drove part of the Pan-American Highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkynBgZDZII/AAAAAAAAANU/CpbENsBxhcU/s1600-h/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkynBgZDZII/AAAAAAAAANU/CpbENsBxhcU/s200/IMG_0988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065607325201687682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. Bought local crafts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypUwZDZJI/AAAAAAAAANc/R1xVUe0qibs/s1600-h/Guatemala+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypUwZDZJI/AAAAAAAAANc/R1xVUe0qibs/s200/Guatemala+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065609854937425042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;7. Took local transportation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkyp_gZDZOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lfBm4fQ9khY/s1600-h/Guatemala+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkyp_gZDZOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lfBm4fQ9khY/s200/Guatemala+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065610589376832738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;8. Saw "temporary" camps for people displaced due to a hurricane induced mudslide. They have been living in these camps for 2 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkyq3gZDZPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/luXTysX8G0U/s1600-h/IMG_1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkyq3gZDZPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/luXTysX8G0U/s200/IMG_1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065611551449507058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkyq4AZDZQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jAD3AbloTIk/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkyq4AZDZQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jAD3AbloTIk/s200/IMG_1085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065611560039441666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;9.Met with groups of women in the program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys8AZDZVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Tf87XdrzwQ4/s1600-h/Guatemala+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys8AZDZVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Tf87XdrzwQ4/s200/Guatemala+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065613827782174034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkyutQZDZWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qdSh8M3Zs64/s1600-h/Guatemala+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkyutQZDZWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qdSh8M3Zs64/s200/Guatemala+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065615773402359138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkyuuAZDZYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LlMZ4HgQYKM/s1600-h/Guatemala+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkyuuAZDZYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LlMZ4HgQYKM/s200/Guatemala+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065615786287261058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkyutwZDZXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7kCDN-EVIGc/s1600-h/Guatemala+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkyutwZDZXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7kCDN-EVIGc/s200/Guatemala+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065615781992293746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;10. Made home visits to see the improvement in the quality of life the program provides...and gave gifts to their children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypVQZDZKI/AAAAAAAAANk/MdjY4yQHoEI/s1600-h/Guatemala+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypVQZDZKI/AAAAAAAAANk/MdjY4yQHoEI/s200/Guatemala+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065609863527359650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypVwZDZLI/AAAAAAAAANs/WJvmvx-_30Y/s1600-h/Guatemala+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypVwZDZLI/AAAAAAAAANs/WJvmvx-_30Y/s200/Guatemala+187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065609872117294258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypWwZDZNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2V4ge22tnds/s1600-h/Guatemala+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypWwZDZNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2V4ge22tnds/s200/Guatemala+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065609889297163474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys6AZDZRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hf1QS_msy48/s1600-h/Guatemala+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys6AZDZRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hf1QS_msy48/s200/Guatemala+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065613793422435602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys6wZDZTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NIJijam65WM/s1600-h/Guatemala+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys6wZDZTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NIJijam65WM/s200/Guatemala+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065613806307337522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;11. Got burned! The burn on my arm then turned into a lovely trucker's tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys6QZDZSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WEqbOZ_1y3s/s1600-h/Guatemala+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys6QZDZSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WEqbOZ_1y3s/s200/Guatemala+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065613797717402914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;12. Played Mad-Libs in Spanish (that is hard to do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys7QZDZUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LmFJyqCQYwk/s1600-h/Guatemala+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rkys7QZDZUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LmFJyqCQYwk/s200/Guatemala+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065613814897272130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;13. Heard these women's stories and realized microlending is how we are going to end poverty!&lt;br /&gt;...and we did much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypWQZDZMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Xfimq0lZW3I/s1600-h/Guatemala+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RkypWQZDZMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Xfimq0lZW3I/s200/Guatemala+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065609880707228866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorites: 16-year-old Juana. She is such a brave entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. 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We stayed after school the day before until 7pm and some people came to school at 6:30 the next morning! (I didn't). Here are some of the things we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#c3a8ce"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(195, 168, 206) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Pranks&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Facebook Theme: Prank Day is a serious tradition at my school complete with a theme and specially made t-shirt. The theme for this year was Facebook. We made profiles for each teacher and our shirt had a profile for the entire class. We also made fingers to poke people. We incorporated a little of a James Bond theme because we are the class of 007.&lt;br /&gt;Front of the shirts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEUf5vnGVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SnLa0SIECpA/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEUf5vnGVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SnLa0SIECpA/s320/IMG_1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057846394822793554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closeup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEZKZvnGWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xZy-JRgcwu8/s1600-h/IMG_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEZKZvnGWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xZy-JRgcwu8/s320/IMG_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057851523013744994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a facebook profile for our class on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEZLJvnGYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ev_XLInZABU/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEZLJvnGYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ev_XLInZABU/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057851535898646914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the entrance to the school we posted the ten commandments of facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_dZvnGoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JAs51kLtnRg/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_dZvnGoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JAs51kLtnRg/s320/IMG_1399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057893630873115266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_d5vnGpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Rag5KSXKmlo/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_d5vnGpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Rag5KSXKmlo/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057893639463049874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Outside: We used the traditional waterballoons and squirt guns to throw from the senior balcony onto people arriving in the morning. Except that we got carried away and dumped silly string and full buckets of water on people and ruined someone's laptop and ipod. We also had a group outside on the street to get people to honk. Fortunately (for us, not the administration), our school is on a very busy main street and there were lots of people going to work. Being an all girls school, we had boys come as is tradition. They were kicked out at 10:00. We also brought our dogs to school which was tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcGZvnGZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pfLN3_ZiSrs/s1600-h/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcGZvnGZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pfLN3_ZiSrs/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057854752829151634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcG5vnGaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2CB-VpGmbKY/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcG5vnGaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2CB-VpGmbKY/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057854761419086242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcHJvnGbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/f-qGvtaIfsY/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcHJvnGbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/f-qGvtaIfsY/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057854765714053554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcHpvnGcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ORoaNdOPkxc/s1600-h/IMG_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcHpvnGcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ORoaNdOPkxc/s320/IMG_1470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057854774303988162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcH5vnGdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DA0PKtfdywc/s1600-h/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEcH5vnGdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DA0PKtfdywc/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057854778598955474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEeqJvnGeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FnrQUeT7n24/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEeqJvnGeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FnrQUeT7n24/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057857566032730594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEerpvnGiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XpoCB2R_QGU/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEerpvnGiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XpoCB2R_QGU/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057857591802534434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEeqpvnGfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3-SSDCSVXxI/s1600-h/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEeqpvnGfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3-SSDCSVXxI/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057857574622665202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEeq5vnGgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iWaGhjHgKiY/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEeq5vnGgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iWaGhjHgKiY/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057857578917632514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEerJvnGhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9iCB2XYzuog/s1600-h/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEerJvnGhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9iCB2XYzuog/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057857583212599826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the administration got mad about that last sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFL5ZvnHBI/AAAAAAAAALE/ypr2qOt-6gM/s1600-h/IMG_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFL5ZvnHBI/AAAAAAAAALE/ypr2qOt-6gM/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057907306048986130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put many more of these "got tots?" signs outside the principal's office because, long story short, a few months ago one of the seniors was standing in the lunch line and ate her tater tots. The woman in charge of the cash register saw this and still charged her for the tots and the girl paid. The woman in charge of the cafeteria was watching and thought the girl didn't pay and ate the tots in line specifically so she wouldn't have to pay. Well, this snowballed into TONS of drama in which the disciplinary review board had to meet and there were all kinds of meetings and rivalries and gossip. It was crazy. I think they completely overreacted but I have many problems with our administration as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Frosh Lounge:&lt;br /&gt;The Freshmen really annoy us. We've been having a battle with them all year and used this day as an opportunity to really stick it to them. Someone in our class printed out the "glamor" and "emo" self-taken photos that the freshmen are so stupidly proud of and posted them in their locker area. We also printed out their insanely stupid wall to walls in which they brag about being WASPS and talk about how rich they are and how great and sexy their self taken photos are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkh5vnGjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/flhfQ1W1o-s/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkh5vnGjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/flhfQ1W1o-s/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057864021368576562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, on her wall,  a freshman actually wrote that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkiZvnGkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BTcl9XFbUXA/s1600-h/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkiZvnGkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BTcl9XFbUXA/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057864029958511170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkipvnGlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CE9MSxT0v_Y/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkipvnGlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CE9MSxT0v_Y/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057864034253478482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkjJvnGmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VRAUS7Fb9Go/s1600-h/IMG_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkjJvnGmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VRAUS7Fb9Go/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057864042843413090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkkJvnGnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S-TBJR8p2hs/s1600-h/IMG_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEkkJvnGnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S-TBJR8p2hs/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057864060023282290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_eJvnGqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/92hrXl1DBDQ/s1600-h/IMG_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_eJvnGqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/92hrXl1DBDQ/s320/IMG_1401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057893643758017186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFYpvnG1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vICOzmTCB6s/s1600-h/IMG_1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFYpvnG1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vICOzmTCB6s/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057900146338503506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCw5vnGtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IzWYuS8Bsrw/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCw5vnGtI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IzWYuS8Bsrw/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057897264415447762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCxJvnGuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YDTNvMDieEM/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCxJvnGuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YDTNvMDieEM/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057897268710415074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             We also printed out many other things that I can't post here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sopho Lounge: The sophomores are our little sisters. (Juniors and Frosh are sister classes). We like our sisters much more than we like the  juniors and freshmen so we gave them gifts and cute things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCxpvnGvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J-LNudxJAcI/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCxpvnGvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J-LNudxJAcI/s320/IMG_1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057897277300349682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCx5vnGwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9fJRAGfmFcI/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCx5vnGwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9fJRAGfmFcI/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057897281595316994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Our two classes inside the "locket"...awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCyJvnGxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UombsuICn70/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFCyJvnGxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UombsuICn70/s320/IMG_1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057897285890284306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFXpvnGyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kWgA_ht6V-g/s1600-h/IMG_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFXpvnGyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kWgA_ht6V-g/s320/IMG_1382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057900129158634274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Junior Lounge: Many of the Juniors are somewhat annoying, and some of the Juniors are very annoying. There is one girl in particular that our entire class has a major bone (or seven) to pick with her. In short, she is very "active" for causes she "supports" but she could not find Darfur on a map to save her life. She is soooooo ditzy and only "supports" these causes so she can beef her resume. We once had a newspaper photographer come because one of our clubs was having an event and she came and threw herself all over the photographer to try and get her picture in the paper even though she is not even a member of the club. There are many issues with her. The class is also pretty..."inappropriate" in their behavior outside school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_eZvnGrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lkeNHboh-G0/s1600-h/IMG_1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_eZvnGrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lkeNHboh-G0/s320/IMG_1405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057893648052984498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Activism girl drives to school and parks where you are NOT ALLOWED to park and it makes all of the seniors crazy and we almost have accidents every day because we can't see the cars coming.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_epvnGsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NdoQLBtncMc/s1600-h/IMG_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjE_epvnGsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NdoQLBtncMc/s320/IMG_1407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057893652347951810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFYJvnGzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xfW0LaheYz4/s1600-h/IMG_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFYJvnGzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xfW0LaheYz4/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057900137748568882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFYZvnG0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/N4SdWkYIFG4/s1600-h/IMG_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFYZvnG0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/N4SdWkYIFG4/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057900142043536194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKX5vnG8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/MH8BkmwQCKw/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKX5vnG8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/MH8BkmwQCKw/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057905631011740610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              The above is from the real about me section of a junior's profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where's Amy?: This is one of our teachers who is very nice but was on maternity leave for part of this year and he kept getting sick so she would have to leave school to take him to the doctor and then she had to take a month off to take care of him (he's fine now). Basically, she was never around this year so we did a Where's Waldo? theme for her office and she liked it. I can't post pics of her office because they all have her name on the door and I don't feel like getting crafty with photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jack: Our hilarious spanish teacher who just lends himself to jokes. We had no trouble coming up with ideas for his room. We used all of the jokes and quotes he has told us through the years. I'm not going to post pictures because then I would have to explain the jokes and that would make this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; long (and you are already snoring). It was a really funny room, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Heaven &amp;amp; Hell: On the second floor, the Bio lab is right across the hall from a math room. We LOVE the bio teacher. She really is wonderful. So her AP Bio students did a "heaven" theme for her room that she loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHqpvnG5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DjcTVrAx4K4/s1600-h/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHqpvnG5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DjcTVrAx4K4/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902654599404434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHq5vnG6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Mbs6cslyftg/s1600-h/IMG_1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHq5vnG6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Mbs6cslyftg/s320/IMG_1464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902658894371746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHrZvnG7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/bYBTx1A0Xjg/s1600-h/IMG_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHrZvnG7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/bYBTx1A0Xjg/s320/IMG_1465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902667484306354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...HOWEVER, I don't know the math teacher very well but her students say she is horrible and mean and the devil. SO...they did a "hell" theme for her room across the hall. They went WAY overboard and this caused lots of problems that you can read about below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFZJvnG2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0oyo-b4SqIc/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFFZJvnG2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0oyo-b4SqIc/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057900154928438114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHp5vnG3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DrSxvhk5vWQ/s1600-h/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHp5vnG3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DrSxvhk5vWQ/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902641714502514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHqZvnG4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/81z9i9_3Tf8/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFHqZvnG4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/81z9i9_3Tf8/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902650304437122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Shrines: Our anthropology teacher is an awesome archaeologist who travels about the world on digs. She has tons of amazing stories and is a great story teller. Basically, anthro class is one big laugh fest every day. We put shrines in her room and tons of quotes from her that, when taken out of the context of the story, can become, well, see below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKaZvnG_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/KugGyyFKvQw/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKaZvnG_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/KugGyyFKvQw/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057905673961413618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN6pvnHHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_8H1A-7Tx7E/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN6pvnHHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_8H1A-7Tx7E/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057909526547078258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights from her profile:&lt;br /&gt;Activities: traveling to the most remote places on earth, flint-knapping&lt;br /&gt;Interests: putting [her husband] in harm's way. (seriously, this guy has followed her to the ends of the earth and even fell down a Mayan pyramid)&lt;br /&gt;favorite music: the sound of my rain-stick&lt;br /&gt;about me: I'm a shaman. I make the rain come. I plan to take over the world with my husband at my side, but if he needs to be sacrificed...well, eh.&lt;br /&gt;favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't mean to seduce people, it just happens."&lt;br /&gt;"So you see, girls, there's no telling what that tarantula would have done to me had I not been extremely drunk."&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful out there, it's one big orgy"&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing anthropologically wrong with incest. If you have good genes and if your father has good genes, there's no reason you can't have a child with your father. The reason we don't do it is that it would cause cultural chaos. I mean, how do you think your mother would feel?"&lt;br /&gt;"Incest was great for Egyptian pharaohs. If you're a god, you wanna keep those genes in the family."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's make that the theme of this class: men are bad." (remember, all girls school)&lt;br /&gt;That is just the tip of the iceberg...this woman is hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cleavage: Our Government teacher is quite an entertaining and awkward man. We make fun of him a lot and he returns the favor. One day, before learning about the cleavages in government, he said, "I hate that your book uses the word cleavage 'cause that makes me thing of Victoria's Secret catalogues. Tell me that wasn't what you were thinking when you read that." So we made his room cleavage themed. He thought it was funny even though the teacher who is supposed to check all of our plans beforehand to make sure they are appropriate started flipping out about sexual harassment. We moved all of the desks and chairs to make a fort because he is also the U.S. History teacher. His classes all had to sit on the floor and take notes and he said they didn't pay attention because they were all shopping for bathing suits with the pages on the floor. He thought the day was great but did say he was sorry he ever said the word cleavage in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFRYZvnHII/AAAAAAAAAL8/2vaINP23acA/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFRYZvnHII/AAAAAAAAAL8/2vaINP23acA/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057913336183069826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFRYpvnHJI/AAAAAAAAAME/7dN1MzJPxjw/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFRYpvnHJI/AAAAAAAAAME/7dN1MzJPxjw/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057913340478037138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFRZJvnHKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Nqz0tJdhWV8/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFRZJvnHKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Nqz0tJdhWV8/s320/IMG_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057913349067971746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFRZpvnHLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6IMs325BV1U/s1600-h/IMG_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFRZpvnHLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6IMs325BV1U/s320/IMG_1364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057913357657906354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Lunch and Moon Bounce: We had abundant food that we actually were still munching on during school today (thursday). We also rented a moon bounce that was uber fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKZpvnG-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2ZfXwvWdupw/s1600-h/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKZpvnG-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2ZfXwvWdupw/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057905661076511714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKY5vnG9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Qn6EU4dRvDc/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKY5vnG9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Qn6EU4dRvDc/s320/IMG_1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057905648191609810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Above: Winston hanging out on the 3rd floor.&lt;br /&gt;                  Below: Toby at assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN6JvnHGI/AAAAAAAAALs/kbfMkHVN6F8/s1600-h/IMG_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN6JvnHGI/AAAAAAAAALs/kbfMkHVN6F8/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057909517957143650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pac-Man: This was my favorite part. Two boys played life-size pac-man in the morning during school. It was hilarious. Especially when they ran across the stage and through the auditorium during assembly while the principal was talking. (she thought it was funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKa5vnHAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/coDFfwWVoQI/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFKa5vnHAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/coDFfwWVoQI/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057905682551348226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN5JvnHDI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xq-wNSlVbbg/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN5JvnHDI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xq-wNSlVbbg/s320/IMG_1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057909500777274418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN5pvnHEI/AAAAAAAAALc/PV271stC4ZA/s1600-h/IMG_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN5pvnHEI/AAAAAAAAALc/PV271stC4ZA/s320/IMG_1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057909509367209026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN55vnHFI/AAAAAAAAALk/d7jtQ6RAzbg/s1600-h/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFN55vnHFI/AAAAAAAAALk/d7jtQ6RAzbg/s320/IMG_1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057909513662176338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Trouble: Well, we got into some trouble. Big trouble, actually. As our principle said, "Girls, this wasn't over the line. You jumped over the line and ran past it." First, there were a lot of little things. We put vasaline on the railings and apparently you aren't allowed to do that. Then, we had the "honk if you're horny" sign. Then we dumped water on someone AFTER being told not to use buckets and her laptop and ipod were ruined (i think, maybe they were salvaged). Then, we broke the huge rule of no personal attacks. We are allowed to post pictures of people (for example, freshmen) being stupid but are not allowed to single people out because that is mean. Well, we singled out too many freshmen and did make some personal attacks against individual girls. They were even more angry about what we did to the juniors and activism girl (she was upset).&lt;br /&gt;    We also have a teacher who is running for public office and some people in our class sorta stole signs from his opponent off people's lawns the night before. (I thought that was really stupid). He got VERY angry because that could totally screw up his campaign. We made profiles for every teacher and apparently some were really harsh and one teacher cried when she read hers and canceled class. The worst was the Hell themed room. The teacher is really not liked at all and her students went to town on her room to let her know they hate her. You can see all the work that went into the room by the pictures. They even unscrewed all of the bulbs from the lights to make the room dark. They also made some very harsh signs to put in her room that go into very bad territory including things about her unborn baby (she's pregnant). Basically, she saw the room when she got to school, cried, and went home before school started. She did not come to school today (thursday) either.&lt;br /&gt;     First period, all of the seniors were pulled out of our classes and we had a meeting with the principal and the 11/12 dean in the auditorium. They were VERY mad. The dean started crying. We ended up canceling some of our pizza orders for lunch and sending the teacher flowers and writing a note that came out a little impersonal. The meeting was supposed to be serious but it was hard to concentrate since all of the dogs were panting and sneezing very loudly and then one started wheezing and the principal asked who's dog was dying. We also lost our senior privileges which are coming in late if you have a 1st period free and leaving early if you have a last period free. We'll see what happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;    A bunch of other stuff happened that I don't feel like going into. You can imagine the drama and fallout that happened today. Being a small school, everyone gossips and wants to know everything. We did many other things and decorated more rooms but this is already way over 13. I'm sorry this became so incredibly long.&lt;br /&gt;                                                 The doors to our lounge:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFL55vnHCI/AAAAAAAAALM/hQ7nf3o23xA/s1600-h/IMG_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjFL55vnHCI/AAAAAAAAALM/hQ7nf3o23xA/s320/IMG_1485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057907314638920738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-8602299373598314139?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/8602299373598314139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=8602299373598314139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/8602299373598314139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/8602299373598314139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/04/thursday-thirteen-3.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #3'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RjEUf5vnGVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SnLa0SIECpA/s72-c/IMG_1553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-2009374634049792651</id><published>2007-03-17T12:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:19:19.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Weekend Events</title><content type='html'>After walking to Walnut Street and back with a brief rain shower (gotta love spring) we had to go pick up the TB from school. The students are currently in a war with the administration and Jessie, the security guard, over closing the gate to the driveway making us walk ALL THE WAY AROUND to our cars on K-Ave. Turns out their latest battle move has been to start closing the gate at 3:40 instead of 5:40 which is totally ridiculous because there are still people there at 3:40 but...enough about the evil administration. Here are some pics of attacking and beating the system.&lt;br /&gt;TB running towards us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWEUCKW9I/AAAAAAAAADY/hfy1OFSctvc/s1600-h/cold0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWEUCKW9I/AAAAAAAAADY/hfy1OFSctvc/s320/cold0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042929946101177298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWE0CKW-I/AAAAAAAAADg/dzQ303ENgws/s1600-h/cold0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWE0CKW-I/AAAAAAAAADg/dzQ303ENgws/s320/cold0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042929954691111906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspecting the fence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWFECKW_I/AAAAAAAAADo/XcId67jfAYk/s1600-h/cold0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWFECKW_I/AAAAAAAAADo/XcId67jfAYk/s320/cold0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042929958986079218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing her bags through in preparation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWFkCKXAI/AAAAAAAAADw/LGqEy7JJ5ME/s1600-h/cold0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWFkCKXAI/AAAAAAAAADw/LGqEy7JJ5ME/s320/cold0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042929967576013826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWGECKXBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r-AAmXtBUVQ/s1600-h/cold0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWGECKXBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r-AAmXtBUVQ/s320/cold0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042929976165948434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwXfkCKXCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U2Jx1qHvODQ/s1600-h/cold0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwXfkCKXCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U2Jx1qHvODQ/s320/cold0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042931513764240418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to squeeze through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwkxECKXKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l2vCqSjmCeI/s1600-h/cold0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwkxECKXKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l2vCqSjmCeI/s320/cold0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042946108063112354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hop over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwdKUCKXDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MwUxaN-aV3Q/s1600-h/cold0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwdKUCKXDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MwUxaN-aV3Q/s320/cold0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042937745761786930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the gate!(that is my arm in the lower right):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rfwd_0CKXEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eX3tP__2KcM/s1600-h/cold0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rfwd_0CKXEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eX3tP__2KcM/s320/cold0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042938664884788290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rfwew0CKXFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gzv5tBHsqN8/s1600-h/cold0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rfwew0CKXFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gzv5tBHsqN8/s320/cold0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042939506698378322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie the security guard coming over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwhckCKXGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gB8zXz3h6hI/s1600-h/cold0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwhckCKXGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gB8zXz3h6hI/s320/cold0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042942457340910690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then KB freaked out because Jessie had yelled at her before so she ran away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwisUCKXHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wzjPFuz9CHI/s1600-h/cold0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwisUCKXHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wzjPFuz9CHI/s320/cold0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042943827435478130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rfwis0CKXII/AAAAAAAAAEw/dPrt_a5oZgE/s1600-h/cold0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/Rfwis0CKXII/AAAAAAAAAEw/dPrt_a5oZgE/s320/cold0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042943836025412738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and hid behind a bush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwjckCKXJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dtaOYpf1Io4/s1600-h/cold0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwjckCKXJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dtaOYpf1Io4/s320/cold0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042944656364166290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie did open the gate after yelling at us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-2009374634049792651?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/2009374634049792651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=2009374634049792651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2009374634049792651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2009374634049792651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-events.html' title='Weekend Events'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6z2qdaVJ-AE/RfwWEUCKW9I/AAAAAAAAADY/hfy1OFSctvc/s72-c/cold0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-2094141956716034640</id><published>2007-03-08T07:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:17:26.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AboutMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#abdf59"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteengreen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(171, 223, 89) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Things That Make Me Glad It's March&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spring Break is a little over a week away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The weather: we have had some delicious its-almost-really-spring days, a few surprise showers, and a freak snow storm that gave us another day off school yesterday. But for the most part, it is starting to get warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am going to Guatemala soon! (see ticker at the bottom of the page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Less than 3 months left until graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Summer is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There are more holidays to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We are out of the February rut (although we got a whopping 4 snow days that month so it was actually pretty great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It is not yet April and exam prep time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It is much lighter outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It is easier to slack because of the good weather (more stuff to do), and teachers don't mind too much until April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My brother is on break and visiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's all a downhill ride from here (except the bump that is exams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Flip Flops! I am very much a jeans and flip flops kind of girl so I am very happy it is *almost* warm enough to get out my 8 pairs of comfy flops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-2094141956716034640?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/2094141956716034640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=2094141956716034640&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2094141956716034640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2094141956716034640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-thirteen-2.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #2'/><author><name>Running For Refugees</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1GHy79m1jk/Ttettc-7BdI/AAAAAAAAFDw/AOHKMQYYO7o/s220/24317_1253675270216_1479570073_30716093_221772_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-6805507573195923839</id><published>2007-03-01T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:15:58.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ThursdayThirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen #1</title><content type='html'>This seems to be a very popular meme so I am going to attempt to join it if I can figure out how to get the code on here.&lt;br /&gt;My First Thursday Thirteen of 13 things that happen during the spring of senior year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#e88caa"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenpink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(232, 140, 170) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You think "because I forgot" is a perfectly good excuse for not doing your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You don't even try to read the book for English class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ...or you didn't even purchase it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Brushing your hair every morning becomes too much of an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Even showing up is just such a "why?" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You spend all of your classes watching videos of The Ellen Degeneres Show on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your teachers don't even care if you're using your laptop for notes or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You voluntarily do math problems to figure out how low of a grade you can get on the next assignment without failing the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You become So. Incredibly. Addicted. To. Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You wish underclassmen would just SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You volunteer to be a prospective parent tour guide just to get free food and tell people not to come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You spend all of your frees sleeping...you can goof off during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Slacking Overachiever becomes just slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://thursdaythirteen.com"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-6805507573195923839?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/6805507573195923839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=6805507573195923839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6805507573195923839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/6805507573195923839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-thirteen-1.html' title='Thursday Thirteen #1'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-8287103812866250262</id><published>2007-02-24T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:14:25.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AboutMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit Of Fun</title><content type='html'>Your real name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Gangsta Name: (first 4 letters of real name plus izzle:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucyizzle, sounds better as Lucizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your Detective Name: (fav color and fav animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Soap Opera Name: (middle name, and childhood street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forbes Barnsdale, sounds better as Forbesy Dale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Star Wars Name: (the last 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom's maiden name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inslufor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Super Hero Name: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your Iraqi Name: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your mom's maiden name, 3rd letter of your dad's middle name, 1st letter of a sibling's first name, last letter of your mom's middle name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urfoaae, that's not very Iraqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your Witness Protection Program Name: (grandmother/grandfather's first name and Jones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Jones, Cynthia Jones, or Zella Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your Goth name: (black, and the name of one your pets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Thomas, Black Casey, or Black Sassy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-8287103812866250262?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/8287103812866250262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=8287103812866250262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/8287103812866250262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/8287103812866250262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-bit-of-fun.html' title='A Little Bit Of Fun'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-2475832986553700627</id><published>2007-02-20T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:13:26.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;mAwkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WeirdMoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>The Intermittent Stalker</title><content type='html'>He's baaaaack...and wants pictures...really not sure how to respond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-2475832986553700627?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/2475832986553700627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=2475832986553700627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2475832986553700627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2475832986553700627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/02/intermittent-stalker.html' title='The Intermittent Stalker'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-4778538300156486999</id><published>2007-02-11T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:16:13.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Only 28%?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Slacker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/slacker-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a few slacker tendencies, but overall you tend not to slack.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to relax when the time is right, but you aren't lazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/"&gt;Are You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd have a little more slacker in me than that. I'm posting instead of starting that Blake essay that's due in 19 hours (yes, I counted the hours). At least I have a thesis and decided to not even try the scholarship essay. Of course, all other homework will be done during frees tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-4778538300156486999?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/4778538300156486999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=4778538300156486999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4778538300156486999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/4778538300156486999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-28.html' title='Only 28%?'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-5091718304951107942</id><published>2007-02-06T20:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:12:12.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Nature works in mysterious ways...</title><content type='html'>...but that's fine by me! We had yet another day off school because of the temps and will have a 2 hour delay tomorrow. SSA was one of the few schools in session and that makes me happy I switched. It seemed rather strange to have a day off because of cold weather since there is no way I would have died driving 2 minutes to school, hopping out of my car, and running into the building. I found a &lt;a href="http://www.sp-studio.de/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; on which you can make your own South Park character. Of course I started on the cast of Desperate Housewives. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckpGoutFLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/kHKGi84tVFc/s1600-h/cold0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckpGoutFLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/kHKGi84tVFc/s320/cold0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028595652925134002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Bree. Then I made a slutty Gabby as santa with the "Heaven" background. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckpwoutFMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8ku0ZdwAhXU/s1600-h/cold0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckpwoutFMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8ku0ZdwAhXU/s320/cold0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028596374479639746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I started working on an angry Carlos who just caught Gabby cheating but partway through I realized I created a Kim Jong Il. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckqaYutFNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eE_-zBmYVrA/s1600-h/cold0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckqaYutFNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eE_-zBmYVrA/s320/cold0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028597091739178194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I made another Carlos and got a bit carried away. So here is maffia Carlos:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckrHYutFOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-Aihsg25WCw/s1600-h/cold0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckrHYutFOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-Aihsg25WCw/s320/cold0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028597864833291490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I got a call from AC to go on a facebook-organized sledding/snowball fight event. At first, I thought it was rather crazy to go sledding on a day when it was too cold to stand at the bus stop for 10 minutes. We went anyway but stopped at Uncle Sam's first to stuff ourselves, after which I proclaimed we would be rolling down the hill from being so full. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/Rckr94utFPI/AAAAAAAAABA/crym5eMdKWY/s1600-h/cold0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/Rckr94utFPI/AAAAAAAAABA/crym5eMdKWY/s320/cold0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028598801136162034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got there and couldn't find anyone else so we called MS who we thought organized it...but actually talked to LC who was the actual organizer. Let's just say things were unorganized and the event didn't happen. I'm not really surprised LC dropped the ball...maybe because her initials are the name of someone on Laguna Beach. Anywho, we met up with 1/2 the B family and managed to have some (albeit cold) fun sledding with my uber sexy outfit. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/Rckt5YutFRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o1bjokeLW1s/s1600-h/sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/Rckt5YutFRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o1bjokeLW1s/s320/sexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028600922850006290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/Rcku7IutFTI/AAAAAAAAABg/zU8-kei6nTQ/s1600-h/cold0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/Rcku7IutFTI/AAAAAAAAABg/zU8-kei6nTQ/s320/cold0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028602052426405170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RcktTIutFQI/AAAAAAAAABI/FfmU1-8ceTk/s1600-h/cold0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RcktTIutFQI/AAAAAAAAABI/FfmU1-8ceTk/s320/cold0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028600265720009986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/Rckw-4utFWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G3uYvxjon9I/s1600-h/camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/Rckw-4utFWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G3uYvxjon9I/s320/camel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028604315874170210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed off to B&amp;amp;N and the movie theater where we decided (after MUCH) deliberation not to see Volver since we had missed about 10 minutes already and then 15 minutes from standing in the lobby talking about it while the workers there laughed.&lt;br /&gt;We then ventured to Smoke Wizard with TB in a seriously skethcy getup to initiate the newly legal AK and ran into PyroFirePower.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckuXIutFSI/AAAAAAAAABY/OgQO1FPSDLw/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckuXIutFSI/AAAAAAAAABY/OgQO1FPSDLw/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028601433951114530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckxS4utFXI/AAAAAAAAACA/387W_CEhepQ/s1600-h/camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckxS4utFXI/AAAAAAAAACA/387W_CEhepQ/s320/camel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028604659471553906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckwqIutFVI/AAAAAAAAABw/EFl7LUnP02Q/s1600-h/cold0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckwqIutFVI/AAAAAAAAABw/EFl7LUnP02Q/s320/cold0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028603959391884626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We then returned to the B household to marvel at lighters and watch a steamy a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckwqIutFVI/AAAAAAAAABw/EFl7LUnP02Q/s1600-h/cold0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nd highly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckwqIutFVI/AAAAAAAAABw/EFl7LUnP02Q/s1600-h/cold0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; inappropriate film w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckwqIutFVI/AAAAAAAAABw/EFl7LUnP02Q/s1600-h/cold0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ith R and the youngest B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckxyIutFYI/AAAAAAAAACI/bn4MLgqhBNM/s1600-h/lighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckxyIutFYI/AAAAAAAAACI/bn4MLgqhBNM/s320/lighter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028605196342465922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckyfIutFZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7j6romXWju0/s1600-h/cold0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckyfIutFZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7j6romXWju0/s320/cold0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028605969436579218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckwqIutFVI/AAAAAAAAABw/EFl7LUnP02Q/s1600-h/cold0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckwqIutFVI/AAAAAAAAABw/EFl7LUnP02Q/s1600-h/cold0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All in all, a great way to waste a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckzV4utFaI/AAAAAAAAACY/1rdytVPmfug/s1600-h/cold0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckzV4utFaI/AAAAAAAAACY/1rdytVPmfug/s320/cold0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028606910034417058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; trying to figure out Blogger so the pics are all over the place and I have no idea why some of the text just suddenly became a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-5091718304951107942?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/5091718304951107942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=5091718304951107942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/5091718304951107942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/5091718304951107942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/02/nature-works-in-mysterious-ways.html' title='Nature works in mysterious ways...'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RckpGoutFLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/kHKGi84tVFc/s72-c/cold0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-2528330618615074520</id><published>2007-02-05T16:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:10:55.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RceeU4utFJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wnMR092Rp-0/s1600-h/Let+It+Snow6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RceeU4utFJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wnMR092Rp-0/s320/Let+It+Snow6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028161590645298322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-2528330618615074520?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/2528330618615074520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=2528330618615074520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2528330618615074520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/2528330618615074520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0iIjzrgbCnA/RceeU4utFJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wnMR092Rp-0/s72-c/Let+It+Snow6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-8864252108332983672</id><published>2007-02-05T15:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:10:14.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover</title><content type='html'>Okay, it wasn't all that extreme, but I thought it was time to rejuvenate this blog and, with the new year, make a REAL attempt at keeping it going...now if people would just comment! I'm not totally set on the new layout, I think it looks too pink. The big news of the day is that we had a COLD day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desplaines.org/images/ClipArt/ClipArt-ColdThermometer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 167px;" src="http://www.desplaines.org/images/ClipArt/ClipArt-ColdThermometer.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite as fun as a snow day, but still wonderful. The only problem is that I really have to do the homework I didn't do over the weekend because I was counting on a day off today anyway...and it really is too cold to go outside. But I have two frees tomorrow so I will probably watch DH dvds today instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-8864252108332983672?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/8864252108332983672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=8864252108332983672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/8864252108332983672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/8864252108332983672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2007/02/extreme-makeover.html' title='Extreme Makeover'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-115688509311079965</id><published>2006-08-29T16:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:09:11.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AboutMe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Put in &lt;strong&gt;bold &lt;/strong&gt;the things you've done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;08. Said ‘I love you’ and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;20. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;86. Recorded music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;88. Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;98. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;109. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;132. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I plan to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;146: Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;147: Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148: Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149: Caused a car accident &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-115688509311079965?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/115688509311079965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=115688509311079965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115688509311079965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115688509311079965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/08/put-in-bold-things-youve-done-01.html' title=''/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-115671114150664377</id><published>2006-08-27T16:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:08:16.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Musings to avoid summer reading and that blue sheet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know you’re a Washington, D.C. intern when…&lt;/p&gt;                                                                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at a Dear Colleague with 20 or more signatures in awe&lt;br /&gt;You have become disillusioned with parts of the legislative process&lt;br /&gt;You “guess” what mail is important&lt;br /&gt;You are amazed at how friendly everyone in DC is&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to change planets at a moment’s notice&lt;br /&gt;Riding the subway between government buildings is still fun&lt;br /&gt;You still read all the names of representatives on the plaques outside their offices&lt;br /&gt;Tourists, school groups, and ice cream annoy you&lt;br /&gt;Some days, all you do is play sudoku&lt;br /&gt;You are thankful your office has subscriptions to most major magazines&lt;br /&gt;You live for Heard on the Hill&lt;br /&gt;You and your colleagues are “running the world”&lt;br /&gt;You think your official ID badge is the bomb&lt;br /&gt;You religiously stick to the routes between buildings that you learned first&lt;br /&gt;You are impressed by the amount of helpful signs&lt;br /&gt;You really hope the mail has been screened well for anthrax&lt;br /&gt;You are continuously making sure you know whether it is morning, afternoon, or evening so you don’t screw up on the phones&lt;br /&gt;You can see how easliy egos are inflated&lt;br /&gt;Your boss’s office is still a scary place&lt;br /&gt;Your boss isn’t your “real boss”&lt;br /&gt;You stood outside Senator Clinton’s office and worshipped her doors&lt;br /&gt;You go to briefings for the free lunch&lt;br /&gt;Being on C-Span still amazes you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy constituents lighten your day&lt;br /&gt;Getting to refill the water pitchers in the hearing rooms might be the highlight of your day&lt;br /&gt;You think the person you work for is the coolest representative and you are totally excited about your office’s issues&lt;br /&gt;You have forgotten how hard it is to check your party hat at the door&lt;br /&gt;Your office is flooded with coca cola products&lt;br /&gt;Stacks of newspaper clippings have suddenly become fascinating to you&lt;br /&gt;You can give others directions…sorta&lt;br /&gt;RSOB and C-204 are the bomb&lt;br /&gt;You think you can exit RHOB on one side and “quickly” walk around to the other side&lt;br /&gt;RHOB has a courtyard?&lt;br /&gt;Security guards have become your best friends&lt;br /&gt;You swear Dirksen and Hart are the same building&lt;br /&gt;When sorting mail, you still have to check the issues assignment sheet in your office&lt;br /&gt;You feel sorry for the staffers in the district office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know you’re a WW intern when…&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re dying for anyone to win the World Cup as long as they’re not French&lt;br /&gt;You are thinking about calling Matt’s girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;A half naked French guy asked you about your grandmother’s funeral while you were watching birth videos&lt;br /&gt;A man in his underwear is not always appealing&lt;br /&gt;You were almost arrested in the subway&lt;br /&gt;You do not get along with DC police or taxi drivers&lt;br /&gt;Who reserves part of the curb?&lt;br /&gt;You beep every time you go through the metal detectors&lt;br /&gt;You are still bitter about the congressional baseball game for several reasons…&lt;br /&gt;Where &lt;i style=""&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;you sign up for the softball teams?&lt;br /&gt;You don’t believe in dominant genes anymore because you swear Brigid’s sisters are not half asian&lt;br /&gt;Going to Ballston (and getting a pedicure) is considered a night out on the town&lt;br /&gt;You “know” what the next few presidential tickets will be, all the way up to Hurn-Maloney-Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;You’re going to watch Wedding Crashers dammit!&lt;br /&gt;Even though you are a liberal, you say freedom fries&lt;br /&gt;Preppy pink hats are the shit&lt;br /&gt;Photos with your congressperson are NOT emailed!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know you’re a high school intern when…&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; You find yourself constantly explaining that you’re majoring in “high school”&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps telling you how lucky you are&lt;br /&gt;You are the lowest of the low and no one really cares about you but you are loving every minute of it&lt;br /&gt;You’re not sure if you should friend your coworkers on facebook or not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-115671114150664377?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/115671114150664377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=115671114150664377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115671114150664377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115671114150664377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/08/musings-to-avoid-summer-reading-and.html' title='Musings to avoid summer reading and that blue sheet'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-115547781221863396</id><published>2006-08-13T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:04:40.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;mAwkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WeirdMoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>The stalker revisited</title><content type='html'>here is yet another email from "Saddam." funny how sporadic he is. i think AK would agree we wouldn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey!!! how r u!!! i miss u so much, i miss PC's days....&lt;br /&gt;how z everything going with u!!! and how z the SAT exam!!!when z ur school start!!! hope u r enjoying ur time&lt;br /&gt;tc honey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-115547781221863396?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/115547781221863396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=115547781221863396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115547781221863396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115547781221863396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/08/stalker-revisited.html' title='The stalker revisited'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-115547740927208300</id><published>2006-08-13T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:02:31.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 56% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(182, 182, 194);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Spanish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/spanish.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, learning a language is about career advancement and communication.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Spanish will bring you tons of possiblities for jobs and travel. Bárbaro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, not the answer  I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(203, 229, 254);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Political Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cce2fe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 30% Conservative, 70% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cddffe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cfdcff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d0d8ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d1d5ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d2d2ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howliberalorconservativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Conventional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/conventional.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are orderly and good at following a set plan.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in working with written records and numbers in a systematic, orderly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank Teller - Bookkeeper - Court Clerk&lt;br /&gt;Mail Carrier - Post Office Clerk - Secretary   &lt;br /&gt;Timekeeper -  Title Examiner - Typist            &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are artistic careers, like comedian or dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Summer Anthem is Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour2005summeranthemquiz/behind-these-hazel-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your summer will be marked by heartache - but mostly happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2005summeranthemquiz/"&gt;What's Your 2005 Summer Anthem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Geek Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/geek.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Geekiness: Highest&lt;br /&gt;Music Geekiness: High&lt;br /&gt;Movie Geekiness: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;Geekiness in Love: Low&lt;br /&gt;General Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;Internet Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;SciFi Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;Gamer Geekiness: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Geeky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1950s Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/1950snamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorothy Frances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/1950snamegenerator/"&gt;What's your 1950s Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-115547740927208300?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/115547740927208300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=115547740927208300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115547740927208300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115547740927208300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-56-lady-youre-part-lady-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-115547635759684492</id><published>2006-08-13T09:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:01:34.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Bloody Mary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/bloody-mary.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fairly serious drinker, who's experimented a lot with different drinks.&lt;br /&gt;You're a drunk, but a stable drunk. You don't ever let your drinking get out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-115547635759684492?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/115547635759684492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=115547635759684492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115547635759684492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/115547635759684492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-bloody-mary-youre-fairly.html' title=''/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-115005093961299754</id><published>2006-06-11T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:01:19.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Style is 1950s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdecadematchesyourstylequiz/1950s.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High heels, pretty dresses, classic makeup...&lt;br /&gt;You're a feminine beauty who knows how to play up her assets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdecadematchesyourstylequiz/"&gt;What Decade Matches Your Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Be a Traditional Bride!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbridewillyoubequiz/traditional-bride.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl who is feminine, old fashioned, and totally traditional.&lt;br /&gt;You've been dreaming of your wedding day since you were young&lt;br /&gt;And you can't wait to be a princess in your big white gown.&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that you'll have a big family wedding and take your husband's name&lt;br /&gt;While a huge affair will be fun, just don't go all Bridezilla about the color of your napkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbridewillyoubequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bride Will You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Romeo + Juliet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/romeo-juliet.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has my heart loved 'till now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw a true beauty 'till this night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Golden Blonde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howblondeareyouquiz/golden-blonde.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men see you as flirty and fun, yet deep and thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;You've got all the pizzazz of a blonde...&lt;br /&gt;With the intensity of a brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howblondeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Blonde Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Date An Italian!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/italy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love for old fashioned romance, with an old fashioned guy&lt;br /&gt;An Italian guy is the perfect candidate to be your prince charming&lt;br /&gt;If your head doesn't spin enough, just down another espresso with him&lt;br /&gt;Invest in a motorcycle helmet - and some carb blocker for all that pasta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(185, 211, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Uptown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/uptown.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are classy, cultured, and well educated. You are an expert on the finer things in live.&lt;br /&gt;Your city girl persona loves all of the opportunities a city offers. But only in the best neighborhoods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/"&gt;Are You Uptown or Downtown?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(150, 214, 197);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Lily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c5efe4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/lily.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist.&lt;br /&gt;People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words.&lt;br /&gt;Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flower Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fashion Style is Classic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/yourfashionstylequiz/classic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like what's stood the test of time...&lt;br /&gt;Simple, well styled clothes that don't scream trendy&lt;br /&gt;You stay updated and modern, but your clothes stay in style for a while&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't be caught in animal prints, fake fur, or super bright colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/yourfashionstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Fashion Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Nail Polish Color is Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you're unique: You're girly without being high maintenance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your style rocks: You're the perfect blend of stylish, preppy, and cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this color says about you: "I am secure enough not to follow every trend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-115005093961299754?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/115005093961299754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=115005093961299754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/london.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old fashioned, and a little modern.&lt;br /&gt;A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.&lt;br /&gt;A unique woman like you needs a city that offers everything.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you and London will get along so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Middle Eastern Stalker</title><content type='html'>Here's the whole (illustrated) story:&lt;br /&gt;Over spring break I did a program in Washington, D.C.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anders.com/pictures/public/04-views/54%20-%20Capital%20Building%20-%20Washington%20Monument%20-%20Lincoln%20Memorial%20-%20Washington%20DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.anders.com/pictures/public/04-views/54%20-%20Capital%20Building%20-%20Washington%20Monument%20-%20Lincoln%20Memorial%20-%20Washington%20DC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The program was run by Presidential Classroom and was called Future World Leaders Summit. (Yes, we had fun calling ourselves future world leaders &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;). It was awesome because there were students from all over the world there. I was part of the Jordanian delegation.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gomideast.com/pic/jordan/misc/jo-lgflag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 92px;" src="http://www.gomideast.com/pic/jordan/misc/jo-lgflag.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/alnick1/detail?.dir=317d&amp;amp;.dnm=b52a.jpg&amp;amp;.src=ph"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/alnick1/detail?.dir=317d&amp;amp;.dnm=b52a.jpg&amp;amp;.src=ph" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, don't google image Jordan, apparantly a lot of strippers have that name, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really bonded as a group and were known as the closest delegation there. One of the best moments was our street dancing for money.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/2286/1600/b52a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/2286/320/b52a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/2286/1600/1d29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/2286/200/1d29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/2286/1600/2f88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/2286/320/2f88.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we tried to give all the money away to strangers and found that they are much ruder when you are trying to give them money than asking them for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, the week passed with visits to all the great places of DC. We were lucky enough to be there the week the cherry trees blossomed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/c/c3/180px-Washington,_D.C._Tidal_Basin_cherry_trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/c/c3/180px-Washington,_D.C._Tidal_Basin_cherry_trees.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point, we went to the senate building and accidentally stumbled into the hearing chamber (where people like Justice Alito - who we saw - are interviewed by the senators before approval). The room was supposed to be locked. It was really dark so we saw some buttons on the wall but our counsellor said maybe we shouldn't start randomly pushing buttons in a room of a government building that the security guards had told us not to go into in the first place. So we stumbled around in the dark and used the flash on cameras to see the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my roomates goes to a therapy school because she started sleeping around a lot when she was fourteen (lovely). She had to stay there for the first two years and could not even go home for Christmas (her parents were allowed to send her one present). Her therapist reads the letters she sends to her parents and friends, there is no rap music allowed, bed time is 8:30 and, if you open your door after then, an alarm goes off. She will be graduating in two months. There was soooo much drama around her it was like rooming with an episode of Laguna Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stalker part: There was one boy in the Jordanian delegation who began to get....close....to me. I noticed he started following me around and would sit next to me whenever he could. He followed me all around the Georgetown bookstore and put his arm around me several times. Kinda clingy and protective. Once I got back, he sent me this email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey!! how are you!!!! hope that you are fine!!! how did you do in the SAT exam!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;you know something, i didn't dry for 6 years, but when i knew that you left without saying goodbye to tou i cried......&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nahida told me that you came and you were searching for me am sooooooooo sorry about what happened i hope that we will meet again....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i want to tell you something, i really liked you, you are the most beatiful grl i ever seen in my life, you have an amazing eyes, i really liked you and i hope that we can stilll together for the rest of my life....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;thank you for everything, am so happy because i met person like you, hope to see you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;(He means he had not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ried in 6 years - he was the least good at English out of all of the Jordanians)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day, he sent me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;marhaba "hi", how are you!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;so you have to visit jordan :) am fine the plane ride was good we had fun together &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i hope that we will meet again and i hope that you will get a high mark in the SAT exam, we will be friends forever i will try to mail you everyday even if i only say "hi" to you just to keep in touch&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;by the way, i really meant  what i said and i will never forget your picture&lt;/p&gt;  see you, yella&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;(yella is an Arabic word we all had a lot of fun saying and became an inside joke for our delegation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then yesterday I got this email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey lucy, am fine, how are you!! i remember that it was so funny i will ever never forget it and i will not forget ur eyes while we were looking at each other at the dinner...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ya i saw the pictures and i havfe pictures i will send them to u soon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hope to c u &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;bbye&lt;/p&gt;  best wishes&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, when do we think he will lose interest? (I'm kinda glad he is so far away so he can't "drop by." Bye the way, I do not remember looking into his eyes during the dinner. A and I have been calling him Saddam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally unrelated: The girls from Japan were so cute and had really neat names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/22523031-114452508238789188?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/114452508238789188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=114452508238789188&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114452508238789188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114452508238789188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/04/middle-eastern-stalker.html' title='Middle Eastern Stalker'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-114325152983780145</id><published>2006-03-24T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:52:44.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Other</title><content type='html'>so i really need to get one of those blinkie things for aim that says &lt;blockquote&gt;"Marcia Cross makes me question my sexuality"&lt;/blockquote&gt; notice i had fun with the block quote thing. leaving tomorrow bright and early to visit georgetown and hang out with preppy kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-114325152983780145?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/114325152983780145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=114325152983780145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114325152983780145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114325152983780145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/03/other.html' title='Other'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-114064947257591053</id><published>2006-02-22T17:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:51:18.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;mAwkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>Doc Appt</title><content type='html'>So today I got to get out of softball and the horrible B for a yearly physical...apparently things change when you turn 16. First, we had to wait for a while which was annoying, why do they tell you to come at a certain time and then make you wait a long time? Maybe someone changed all of their clocks (that would be a good prank...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had to put on a gown which was nice except she then got to see my awesome Joe Boxer "Kerpow" boxers (S-I will show you sometime). So we sat and talked about iron and calcium blah blah and then she asked my mom to leave. My mom has asked me before if I ever want her to leave during the exam but I never care. So she left and I suppose this was my cue to fall to the floor on my knees and tell the doctor I am being abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me more questions about classes and activities (her daughter went to the same high scool and knew mr. a - proof he is a fossil). She asked me the date of my last period which I don't know why people ever bother to ask me questions like that because anyone who knows me knows that I am too unorganized to have a watch that says the right time much less remember some detail like that. So I really wanted to say Jan. 33 which is totally stupid, obviously. So I kinda made up a date that is near the 33 but actually exists. The really sad part that had S peeing her pants during history while R was giving us the evil eye (everything happens during history, hmm...) is that before the appt, I knew she would ask so I got the answer but forgot by the time I got there. To be fair, I did have to remember through an entire school day after a long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tells me I should do monthly breast exams...okay...then she starts talking about gynecological exams! (you know it would be just my luck to get a hot young dr). She did say I don't need one until I turn 18 or become sexually active, whichever happens first...let's take bets on that one. And she asked me if I smoke or drink, etc. which was weird because, I know there is all of that doctor-patient confidentiality, but I think if a minor is endangered you are supposed to do something. Anyway, she then asked me to look at all of the answers my mom wrote down to the questions on the form and tell her if they were true or not. At this point I kinda felt like I was in an episode of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit where they beg and plead with the girl to tell them that her mom is a lying bitch and her stepfather's brother is pimping her or whatever. So that was a fun day, I also missed the first day of play practice, how lovely...and even though I told her last week I wouldn't be there, C didn't know...grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she made me do the duck walk, and I gave her a really weird look. You sit on air and then lean your chest to your knees and walk across the room. It is supposed to test a lot of your joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the Queen of England writes in her diary everyday just as Queen Victoria did so that one day her diary entries can become part of history...how lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/hardjeopardyq.html"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; of the Day. I think Ken should get the points, he is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-114064947257591053?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/114064947257591053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=114064947257591053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114064947257591053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114064947257591053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/02/doc-appt.html' title='Doc Appt'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-114030352788197775</id><published>2006-02-18T17:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:48:25.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Continuing with the theme...</title><content type='html'>To continue with random acts of kindness and making people happy, go &lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/smileyass.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;a href="http://http//www.ebaumsworld.com/rainbowkidsshow.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is why the British are so weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-114030352788197775?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/114030352788197775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=114030352788197775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114030352788197775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114030352788197775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/02/continuing-with-theme.html' title='Continuing with the theme...'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-114023606749825331</id><published>2006-02-17T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:51:01.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;mAwkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WeirdMoments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness</title><content type='html'>So today it was really cold. I mean really cold with wind coming fast and bitter. Of course I wore my cute backless tan shoes so my feet were freezing. I had to go to the library to do research for that awful history paper and A was supposed to come but didn't...grrr...so i was there alone...anyway, my mom dropped me off but spent the whole time bitching about how i can't take the bus and don't know how to do anything. so i was early and had to stand out in the cold for 20 minutes with these kinda seedy looking guys making me increasingly pissed off at R. Then I went in and didn't have too much trouble with reasearch but it really wasn't great. So I called my mom and had to sit outside again in the cold again. I guess you could tell how pissed I was at R and PGH by my face and there was this guy who had baggy pants, chains hanging all around (reminded me of Coop on pants days), lots of rings, dyed hair, tattoos on hands, etc. He was on his cell talking about liver damage and standing halfway up the steps pretty close to me which i thought was a little weird. Then he said, "I gotta go, love you, mom" which I thought was cute but then he turned to talk to me. Okay, I will admit that I am a spoiled little princess with somewhat irrational prejudices who gets really weirded out when strangers, especially "different" ones talk to me. So he said "Quit looking so happy! You look like your puppy just died." So I laughed a little and he said, "He didn't, did he? Good, cause then that would make me look like an asshole. Smile a little, it's a nice day...sort of." Then he went inside and it did kinda make me smile even though I was still a little weirded out. Then, only about a minute later he came back out of the library, went over to a little sign and bent down and pretended to pick something up off the ground (I am not sure if he pretended or actually did but I am pretty sure he pretended). He came over to me and I started thinking, "shit, he's coming over. He's nice but I just don't do strangers." I was pretty mortified that he would sit next to me but instead he just came over and handed me something and said, "Here, I found this on the ground, you looked like you could use an angel." Then he left. He had given me a little silver-colored oval shaped thing about the size of a thumbprint (creative comparison, eh?) and on one side was an embossed angel and on the other was engraved the word "healing." I really am still not sure what to think. Part of me is like, he was nice, a little weird, but sweet. The other part, the part that watches too many scary movies and thinks about them too much, thinks this is out of something like the ring where the angel is the angel of death or whatever. But I tend to have a crazy imagination so I will just go with the random nice stranger. I have to admit, even an hour or so later I was still in a kinda "good" mood after that. After typing this out, it doens't seem that real. It seems like one of those feel good stories people tell to reassure and inspire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-114023606749825331?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/114023606749825331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=114023606749825331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114023606749825331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114023606749825331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-114004834658711839</id><published>2006-02-15T18:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:35:15.161-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PeopleOfInterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>Sex Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2005/globes/gl_be_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2005/globes/gl_be_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Marcia Cross is the ultimate sex goddess. All through history S was staring at pictures of her and is now questioning her sexuality. S says forget Eminem and Orlando Bloom (her previous dream hubbies) and run away to Holland with marcia....(or me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-114004834658711839?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/114004834658711839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=114004834658711839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114004834658711839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114004834658711839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/02/sex-goddess.html' title='Sex Goddess'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22523031.post-114004764689003279</id><published>2006-02-15T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:53:01.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HighSchool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>New blog replaces history paper</title><content type='html'>Here I am, starting a new blog instead of searching for a topic for the massive history paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22523031-114004764689003279?l=slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/feeds/114004764689003279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22523031&amp;postID=114004764689003279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114004764689003279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22523031/posts/default/114004764689003279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackingoverachiever.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-blog-replaces-history-paper.html' title='New blog replaces history paper'/><author><name>Student</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.designerpapers.com/cart/images/medium/2006/171057_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
