<?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-12750934</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:59:54.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>northeast of eden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-113981521065783343</id><published>2006-02-13T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:20:10.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-113981521065783343?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/113981521065783343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=113981521065783343' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113981521065783343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113981521065783343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-113945343058426259</id><published>2006-02-08T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:07:08.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been such a long time.  Ok, so the last time I posted on here I was a little bit peeved.  Sorry.  The trip to his parent's house turned out to not be so bad after all.  Mostly that's because we stayed with his Grandma and that was 100% better than with the rest of his family.  So at least Chrsitmas wasn't entirely ruined :)&lt;br /&gt;There has actually been a lot going on in my world right now.  We found out that the baby is going to be a boy (well, we found that out awhile ago.  I just forgot to post it).  So we'll have one of each.  That's kind of exciting.  I can't believe I've only got about 6 weeks to go...&lt;br /&gt;We've found a new house to move into.  It's a duplex with somebody living above us.  I'm hoping that doesn't get too annoying.  Otherwise, it's a much bigger place.  3 bedrooms instead of 2, all of them bigger than both the bedrooms here combined.  Bigger kitchen, bigger bathrooms.  I think it'll be better.  I hope anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I've started my classes.  They are a huge pain in my ass right now, but I really don't feel like getting into that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  Ya'll take care of yourselves until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-113945343058426259?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/113945343058426259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=113945343058426259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113945343058426259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113945343058426259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-113505155897717140</id><published>2005-12-19T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:05:58.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HO HO HO</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe it's almost Christmas time.  You know, Christmas used to be fun.  I'd get a lot of gifts, I'd watch a lot of Christmas cartoons, and I'd eat a lot of food.  Now, I buy a lot of Christmas gifts and I get to spend the holidays with my in-laws which means I'll spend all Christmas Eve and Christmas day listening to them try to tell me how to live my life and raise my kids while simultaneously trying to prevent my daughter from being eaten by their vicious dog (who, by the way, has already bitten three random people and every single person living in that house).  I'll get to hear about how our house isn't good enough and Joe's job isn't good enough.  Then I'll sit there and watch my husband play video games with his brothers until 4 am.  They'll be so damn loud that me and my daughter won't be able to sleep on our air mattress on the floor in their freezing ass front room that has no heaters in it.  That's right folks, the alone heat in that house comes from two lousy kerosene heaters because his parents are too damn stubborn to get their heater fixed.  Their hot water heater is also broken, along with their toilet and their shower.  SO, I get to spend my holidays in a house with no heat, no hot water, a vicious dog, a nagging grandmother and mother, a spoiled 13 year old, a stuck up 21 year old, a stubborn and condecending father, and a broken down shower and toilet that you can't flush unless you shit.  &lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING HATE CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-113505155897717140?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/113505155897717140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=113505155897717140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113505155897717140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113505155897717140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='HO HO HO'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-113304645569762798</id><published>2005-11-26T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T17:07:35.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Thanksgiving!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As we come into the Christmas season, here's a little passage to give ya'll a little something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As the old man walked the beach at dawn, he noticed a young man ahead of him flinging starfish into the sea.  When the old man caught up with the youth he asked him why he was doing this.  The young man responded that the starfish would die if left until the morning sun.  'But the beach goes on for miles and there are millions of starfish, how can your effort possibly make a difference,' countered the other.  The young man looked at the starfish in his hand and then tossed it to safety in the waves.  'it makes a difference to this one,' he answered."  Minnesota Literacy Council.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/hohoho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/hohoho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-113304645569762798?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/113304645569762798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=113304645569762798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113304645569762798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113304645569762798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-belated-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Belated Thanksgiving!!!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-113185135285612075</id><published>2005-11-12T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:09:12.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaime Lee Curtis is a hermaphrodite, who knew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Song lyrics for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joydrop "I sometimes wanna die"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Don't worry about one thing&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about nothing&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm not gone let this one go&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's on my side&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seems to see&lt;br /&gt;How much, how deep, how far these things can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are dry and&lt;br /&gt;I, I still don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;I, I still wish that I could hold you&lt;br /&gt;I, I sometimes wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you were the start&lt;br /&gt;And now you are the end&lt;br /&gt;And you left me with nothing to defend&lt;br /&gt;I need the voice of a good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop myself from laughing&lt;br /&gt;No matter how sad these things can be&lt;br /&gt;These things can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are dry&lt;br /&gt;And I, I still don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;I, I still wish that I could hold you&lt;br /&gt;I, I sometimes wanna die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say that experimental psych. class just keeps getting more and more interesting. It's not interesting because of all the amazing experimental psychology related things we're learning, no way. It's interesting because we never really learn a damn thing in that class.&lt;br /&gt;Take last class for example, we spent the entire 45 minutes and then the hour long lab discussing the ins and outs of drunken farting, the fact that Jamie Lee Curtis was born with boy and girl parts, and my all time favorite...furry vaginas. Last weeks topic of discussion included more furry vaginas, sagging breasts, and a satirical commercial for a nut bra (that's right, a bra to hold up old guys sagging nut sacks).&lt;br /&gt;And this is the teacher that told me that the class was so important, that if I stayed for the second half next semester, I would fail because I would have to miss some of the classes. Yeah, this was a thousand dollars well spent (note my sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to the doctor yesterday. It went fairly well. She did most of what she was supposed to do, with the exception of actually measuring my stomach. I also was scheduled for an ultrasound and have officially switched from the crappy little pregnancy clinic to the actual doctor's office (maybe my test results will actually come in now). All in all, I'm relatively pleased, although I'm still considering changing doctors if she doesn't start measuring my stomach, which is a relatively basic and important thing to do. We'll see I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-113185135285612075?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/113185135285612075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=113185135285612075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113185135285612075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113185135285612075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/11/jaime-lee-curtis-is-hermaphrodite-who.html' title='Jaime Lee Curtis is a hermaphrodite, who knew?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-113116227329477907</id><published>2005-11-04T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:37:07.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello my luvs</title><content type='html'>Halloween was good this year.  Nicole actually walked almost the whole way without me carrying her.  I was kinda pissed off though cuz Joe was all like, "yeah, I'll be there.  Wait for me.  I'll definitely be home before it's time for trick or treating".  WRONG!   He stayed at work an extra two hours and missed the whole damn thing.  Nikki was kind of upset about that but there wasn't anything I could do.  She had a good time otherwise though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I'm kinda pissed about something else too.  I know, I'm complaining a lot today, I'm sorry.  I am seriously concerned though.  I've been to the obstetrician like 5 times now, never once has she measured my stomach to see if my uterus is growing like it should, not one time.  She's never felt my stomach to see if it was growing properly, I'm like 20 weeks pregnant and all she's ever done is listen to the heartbeat.  She had to send away for a test because there was something slightly abnormal, that was like 8 or 9 weeks ago and she says she still doesn't have the results, but I've got the damn bill! WTF?!  Her nurses were also supposed to schedule an ultrasound for me right after my last appointment.  They've had 5 weeks (because she cancelled my appointment for this week) to call me and schedule it...they never called me except to tell me that she wasn't go to be there this week.  I even told them when they called that I needed to schedule for it, they completely ignored me.  I mean, I really would like to get another doctor.  Unfortunately in this tiny backwater town there are only three obstetrician and they're all partners with each other.  I'd like to deliver at the hospital here because it's brand new and has a totally state of the art maternity ward, but I swear sometimes I really think I'd be better off with less technology if it meant I got a doctor that gave a damn. I mean, I know I'm on Medicaid and I'm poor, but Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll let you know what happens at the next appointment and whether we've decided to stay with her or move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-113116227329477907?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/113116227329477907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=113116227329477907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113116227329477907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113116227329477907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-my-luvs.html' title='Hello my luvs'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-113037135230639578</id><published>2005-10-26T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:02:32.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update</title><content type='html'>I will be 19 weeks pregnant this friday. Almost five months, which means I'm about halfway there. Fortunately, I'm no longer feeling so incredibly sick all the time. Now I'm just swollen and as Joe will tell you, I'm a little cranky at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got Nicole her Halloween costume. Wal-mart didn't have anymore pumpkin costumes that would fit her so I had to get her a unicorn costume instead. She loves it though, so it all turned out ok. She's getting really excited about Halloween and everytime we go to someone's house and they answer the door she yells TRICK OR TREAT. It's kind of cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out recently that I'm not the only one in the house who's pregnant. Joe's rabbit, Piggy, is also expecting her first litter of furballs. She's been building a nest for almost a week now. She's also been a total bitch lately. We're just wanting her to get on with it already so she stops growling, stomping, and biting at everybody. Plus, we're super excited to see the new babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much sadder note, my beloved Chihuahua, Pugsly, bit the big one yesterday. I'll post a picture of him a soon as I find a good one. He lived a long and happy life. He was 11 years old, which is really kind of old for such a small breed of dog. He's currently buried next to our flower bed. May he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Halloween Info for Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got this idea from Halloween Kitchen www.halloweenkitchen.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOODY POPCORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Add a little red food coloring to the butter you are melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get true red or black colors, buy paste food coloring from a craft or cake decorating supply store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the red butter is melted, pour it over the popcorn as usual. Caution: Red paste color may dye skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop up some corn, air popper, microwave, pan popped.&lt;br /&gt;Melt some butter, whatever kind you prefer, and add some red food color to it.&lt;br /&gt;Pour over popped corn and mix to coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/vampireThumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/vampireThumb.gif" 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/12750934-113037135230639578?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/113037135230639578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=113037135230639578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113037135230639578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/113037135230639578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/10/pregnancy-update.html' title='Pregnancy Update'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112931905527023830</id><published>2005-10-14T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:46:10.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/house1-9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/house1-9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am so excited because Halloween is coming. Halloween has to be my absolute favorite holiday. I won't be decorating this year, except for the pumpkin carving, because of the fact that we are preparing to move into a new house asap. It just doesn't make sense to me to unpack all the stuff, set it up, and then just have to pack it all back up again with everything else.&lt;br /&gt;We will still be taking Nicole trick-or-treating though. She's got her wee-little heart set on being a pumpkin this year. I probably should have gotten her costume already, but I've just been too busy. I'll get it this coming week sometime.&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate this wonderful holiday online style, I have decided to start adding Halloween items, pictures, and other things to the blog so enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112931905527023830?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112931905527023830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112931905527023830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112931905527023830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112931905527023830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112813020507894676</id><published>2005-09-30T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:30:05.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>It's been such a freakin long time since I updated this thing.  And in all this time, a lot has happened.  &lt;br /&gt;I started school again, only 14 credit hours this semester but almost all my classes are a total bitch.  I'm trying to deal with that by becoming more organized.  Hopefully that will help me get all my work done and get it done on time, then again, maybe not.  &lt;br /&gt;As far as the baby goes, I'm 15 weeks now.  We got to hear the baby's heartbeat a couple of weeks ago.  That was really cool.  Joe was there and he was so excited.  It was really cute.  I think it kind of scared Nicole, though.  At least at first.  She still doesn't really understand the concept of the baby yet, but I think she will adjust just fine.&lt;br /&gt;We are also looking for a new house.  With the baby and all, our two bedroom just wouldn't be enough.  Not to mention the fact that it is totally run down.  Our roof keeps leaking, along the entire length of the kitchen ceiling.  Our siding is old and horrible, and our downstairs bathroom doesn't even work.  We were looking at a mobile home but Joe is worried that with the lot rent we will be paying the same thing we are here.  I figure that's fine as long as the house has three bedrooms (which it does), a new roof (which it does), and is all around in better shape than this one (which it is).  We'll have to see what he thinks though.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that get's everyone all caught up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112813020507894676?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112813020507894676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112813020507894676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112813020507894676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112813020507894676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-112423565107929742</id><published>2005-08-16T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:08:47.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Gas?</title><content type='html'>I would like to send a big FUCK YOU to the oil companies that are charging me out the butt for gas.  I got a little more than half a tank of gas today and it cost me damn near $45. &lt;br /&gt;This is outrageously ridiculous.  I know what their doing.  Their aren't fooling anyone.  They raise the prices to unbelievable amounts, then lower them ever so slightly to shut people up.  They never go back down to where they really should be.  I don't buy this inflation driving up the price bullshit either.  The gas prices are out of control.  &lt;br /&gt;I do understand that in Europe they have been paying $3 a gallon for awhile now.  But I don't live in Europe and, frankly, I don't want to pay what they pay in Europe for gas.  Not that there's anything wrong with Europe itself, but I firmly believe they are getting holed in the gas department. &lt;br /&gt;It's not cool that we already have to pay completely outrageous amounts of money for healthcare and the job opportunities in my area of the nation totally suck butts.  People here can't even afford to keep the schools open.  Now we're being reemed every time we fill up our cars.  My daughter's birthday is coming up and I had to spend all of the money I set aside for her on FREAKIN GAS.  Now what the hell am I supposed to give her for her birthday, a handshake?&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112423565107929742?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112423565107929742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112423565107929742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112423565107929742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112423565107929742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/08/got-gas.html' title='Got Gas?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-112389736542296041</id><published>2005-08-12T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:42:45.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>theoretical beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theoreticalbeauty.blogspot.com/"&gt;theoretical beauty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112389736542296041?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112389736542296041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112389736542296041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112389736542296041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112389736542296041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/08/theoretical-beauty.html' title='theoretical beauty'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112389483180218646</id><published>2005-08-12T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:02:56.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the doctor SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>I had my second doctor's appointment today. It was really uncool. I had to bring Nicole because I couldn't find a babysitter to save my life. So, she had to sit in the room with me along with a nurse and the doctor. It was a little crowded and all I was wearing was a gigantic paper towel. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/1004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/1004.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that part is over now. The cool thing is, we get to hear the heartbeat next time. That should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112389483180218646?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112389483180218646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112389483180218646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112389483180218646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112389483180218646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/08/going-to-doctor-sucks.html' title='Going to the doctor SUCKS!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112337855968262820</id><published>2005-08-06T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:35:59.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper.  Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, I am in a Monty Python mood today. I've been watching Monty Python for the last 6 hours and counting. My favorite movie of his still being "Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On another totally random note, it really irks my chains that Arby's stopped serving the rueben sandwhich. They go through all that hype so I try it, and quess what!? I liked it! AND THEN...they decide to just take it all away. Well I'd like to send a big FUCK YOU to Arby's. That's what I'd like to do all right.&lt;br /&gt;God, my life is pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112337855968262820?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112337855968262820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112337855968262820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112337855968262820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112337855968262820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-want-to-talk-to-you-no-more-you.html' title='&apos;I don&apos;t want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper.  Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.&quot;'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112329175522819935</id><published>2005-08-05T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:29:15.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired....zzzzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>I have been so incredibly tired lately.  It's so stupid, I get up in the morning feeling tired.  I take a nap in the evening and still feel tired.  I'm ready to go to bed at 7pm.  I wish I could just wake up!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to the doctor today.  They drew like a gallon of blood.  Really, that's all they did.  Now I have to go back next Friday to see the actual doctor and get the whole works in the physical exam department.  &lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm going to write for today because I'm starving and need to get some more food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112329175522819935?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112329175522819935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112329175522819935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112329175522819935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112329175522819935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-tiredzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='so tired....zzzzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112321024304187604</id><published>2005-08-04T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:50:43.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Monkey</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I updated this blog, but what can I say?  I've been busy.  &lt;br /&gt;Since I've been here last I've finished summer classes, bought a new minivan, and found out that I'm pregnant with baby #2 (hence the new minivan).&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing about this pregnancy is I don't really "feel" pregnant.  Nicole keeps me so busy, I hardly have time to think about it.  I consider myself lucky really, no morning sickness...yet (knock on wood).  Really, everything has been pretty much the same.  &lt;br /&gt;I go to the prenatal clinic tomorrow.  It's an extremely early appointment, like 9 in the morning.  It's also in the next town over meaning I have to get up at like 8:00, something I'm not entirely used too.  I'll update everyone on my first visit when I get back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;School starts again on the 29th of this month.  I'm seriously starting to dread it.  I'm going to be still in the first trimester, exhausted, sick, and have sore boobs.  On top of that, I'm taking my hardest semester of my life with experimental psych. and history and systems which are both total bitches.  Oh well, I guess.  Can't do anything but grit my teeth and face it head on.  Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112321024304187604?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112321024304187604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112321024304187604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112321024304187604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112321024304187604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/08/funky-monkey.html' title='Funky Monkey'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112138877699017412</id><published>2005-07-14T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:52:56.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But it's not as clever as butterflies...</title><content type='html'>Dustin is the funniest guy I know! He was doing this redneck face that he saw on .&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/ban1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/ban1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leno, it was freakin hysterical. I almost peed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different topic, the inlaws are supposedly coming next weekend. That means, I HAVE TO CLEAN MY HOUSE!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/gan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/gan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've gotten a good start though, the living room is relatively clean, and the kitchen clean. Now I just have to do the bathrooms (the bane of my housekeeping existence), the bedrooms, and the dining room. Augh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day: "You will turn over many a futile new leaf till you learn we must all write on scratched-out pages." ~Mignon McLaughlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112138877699017412?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112138877699017412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112138877699017412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112138877699017412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112138877699017412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/07/but-its-not-as-clever-as-butterflies.html' title='But it&apos;s not as clever as butterflies...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112107457827374108</id><published>2005-07-11T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T04:36:19.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 5am and I'm still awake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Music I'm currently listening too&lt;/strong&gt;: Alicia Keys "If I Ain't Got You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be asleep, but instead I'm here...blogging about sleep. I wouldn't worry so about this if it wasn't for the fact that I've got class tomorrow and tennis. And I wouldn't be awake if it wasn't for the fact that my daughter decided to wake up for some reason at about 4a.m. Still, I'm in a surprisingly good mood. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that we get out early tomorrow. I don't think I can stand more two hour long talks about the doppler effect and microwave radiation. Of course, that should be a good cure for my insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics for today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloodhound Gang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bad Touch"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ha-ha, well now, we call this the act of mating&lt;br /&gt;But there are several other very important differences&lt;br /&gt;Between human beings and animals that you should know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd appreciate your input&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought&lt;br /&gt;Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about&lt;br /&gt;So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of bounds&lt;br /&gt;I want you smothered, want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns&lt;br /&gt;Coming quicker than Fed Ex, never reach an apex&lt;br /&gt;Just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined&lt;br /&gt;To make me rise an hour early just like daylight savings time (do it now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it again now)&lt;br /&gt;You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (gettin' horny now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket&lt;br /&gt;Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it&lt;br /&gt;Hieroglyphics, let me be Pacific, I wanna be down in your South Seas&lt;br /&gt;But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean&lt;br /&gt;Means "Small Craft Advisory"&lt;br /&gt;So if I capsize on your thighs high tide B-5 you sunk my battleship&lt;br /&gt;Please turn me on, I'm Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip&lt;br /&gt;So show me yours, I'll show you mine, "Tool Time"&lt;br /&gt;You'll Lovelett just like Lyle&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files" (do it now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it again now)&lt;br /&gt;You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (gettin' horny now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it again now)&lt;br /&gt;You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it now)&lt;br /&gt;You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it again now)&lt;br /&gt;You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (gettin' horny now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112107457827374108?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112107457827374108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112107457827374108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112107457827374108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112107457827374108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-5am-and-im-still-awake.html' title='It&apos;s 5am and I&apos;m still awake...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112087896613667267</id><published>2005-07-08T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:16:06.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I need to know I got from watching Seinfeld</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/erotic028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/erotic028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm still a little dejected over the fact that we didn't see any fireworks on the 4th. I know it's been like 4 days and I should just get over it already, but damn it's just one dissapointment after the next. Oh well, I think I need to just let it go, you know? I don't want to sit here and be all depressed all of the time. I wish I could find away to ignore the bad things and focus only on the good things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Although as I typed that, I conviently slammed my foot onto a tack. The sucker is sitting in the sole of my right foot, shoved as far as it can possibly go. It's going to suck when I pull this out. Well, here goes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yeah, that really hurts. Surprisingly not bleeding that much though.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thinking happy thoughts...Joe actually did something today that surprised me. He bought his daughter a bunch of new clothes. Now I know, most people will sit there and think, "so what?". But for him that's &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;. He usually doesn't really think about stuff for her, so it was a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I took my second test in Astronomy today. I finished first again...well ahead of everyone else. That kind of makes me nervous. I will be totally mortified if I don't get an A on that test considering the fact that it was open book/open note and short answer questions not essay. It should have been a cake walk, but that doesn't explain why everyone else took at least a half hour longer to finish it than I did...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit, and reflect. In the dark, waiting for the news to be finished so that I can watch Seinfeld reruns and drink a beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics that fit my mood today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I Think it's Going to Rain Today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Claudine Longet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Broken windows and empty hallways&lt;br /&gt;A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray&lt;br /&gt;Human kindness is overflowing&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's going to rain today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles&lt;br /&gt;With frozen smiles to chase love away&lt;br /&gt;Human kindness is overflowing&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's going to rain today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, lonely&lt;br /&gt;Tin can at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll kick it down the street&lt;br /&gt;That's the way to treat a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright before me the signs implore me&lt;br /&gt;To help the needy and show them the way&lt;br /&gt;Human kindness is overflowing&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's going to rain today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my devils are to leave me, I am afraid my angels will take flight as well. ~Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112087896613667267?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112087896613667267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112087896613667267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112087896613667267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112087896613667267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/07/everything-i-need-to-know-i-got-from.html' title='Everything I need to know I got from watching Seinfeld'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112081602758995015</id><published>2005-07-07T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T04:47:07.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 7th 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/lilies%20for%20london.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/lilies%20for%20london.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked and deeply saddened to hear about the terrorist attack on London's innocent citizens today.  It sickens me to think that there are those out there who believe that attacking innocent people is justified.  Only the weak attack groups of unarmed people who are just trying to get home or to work.  Only those who are weak, affraid and maybe even ashamed attack children in their schools or commuters on buses.  &lt;strong&gt;There is nothing about these actions that should make these terrorist feel proud.  Bin Laden and his henchmen are cowards. They live like cowards, and they will die like cowards. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the survivors and families of the victims as well as the citizens of England, you have our deepest condolences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, "I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along." . . . You must do the thing you think you cannot do. "&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112081602758995015?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112081602758995015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112081602758995015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112081602758995015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112081602758995015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-7th-2005.html' title='July 7th 2005'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112035580555108623</id><published>2005-07-02T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:56:45.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just can't cope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/girl.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having one of those days were I just feel shitty for no damn reason.  All day I've been painfully aware of the fact that the pieces of me don't fit.  I don't even know who I am anymore.  Maybe I'm having a crisis.  Maybe I need to eat some ice cream and just go to bed.  Or maybe I actually need to have some fun.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of boredom, and yet most of the time I'm bored.  &lt;br /&gt;Some days I just hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112035580555108623?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112035580555108623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112035580555108623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112035580555108623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112035580555108623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/07/sometimes-i-just-cant-cope.html' title='Sometimes I just can&apos;t cope'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112026706228984188</id><published>2005-07-01T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:18:29.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness...Among other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/style=" alt="" border="0" src="[img]http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/fingers/fing35.gif[/img]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I've since forgiven Joe for his hurtful behavior the other day. I decided it didn't make much sense to continue to be mad at him for something that was done and over with. Don't expect this type of easy forgiveness to become a regular habit of mine. Anyways, I've given him a perfect opportunity to redeem himself. The 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he requested to work midshift, so that he'd have the evening off. And as I understand it, Missy agreed. This gives him the perfect opportunity to take me and Nicole to the only fireworks show that we'll be able to get too. It should be great. The best fireworks display around, romantic beach setting, and an ice cream parlor that will be open late just to accommodate the crowd. Let's cross our fingers and hope that nothing messes this one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;On an entirely different note, I just recently started my summer semester. The only class that I'm taking is Astronomy. Sucks, though, because I've already had my first test, and we only had two days of class. I don't even have my book yet (stupid bookstore being closed for inventory...grrrrrrrr). I'll be surprised if I got a better than 50% on that test. Pathetic, yes.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be so bad if the prof. wasn't so damn boring. He is so dull and drab. I mean Astronomy should be exciting. Topics like the origins of our universe, the fact that we very well may be made of stellar material, black holes, time travel, seeing millions of years in the past, galaxy formation, more mystical and fantastic ideas and theories than I can shake a stick at, and he makes it sound like just another piece of dry toast. Oh well, what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112026706228984188?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112026706228984188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112026706228984188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112026706228984188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112026706228984188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/07/forgivenessamong-other-things.html' title='Forgiveness...Among other things'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112001269292521795</id><published>2005-06-29T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:38:12.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So Lonely</title><content type='html'>I'm having one of those days where I'm feeling just a little bit taken for granted.  Maybe I'm out of line here, but I kind of resent the fact that my husband is having a blast at Cedar Point today with Dave and some other chick that I've never met in my life.  It sort of adds salt to the wound that he asked me if I wanted to go, like a week ago.  I said yes, because I'm bored, I never see him anymore, and I thought it would be a good opportunity to do something as a family.  The problem was that I had to go to class, which is only like two hours, but he didn't want to wait that long.&lt;br /&gt; So he invites Dave so that he can go early, like when the park opens.  Ok, so I'm a little dissapointed that it's not going to be just the family anymore, but whatever.  His new plan...he'll meet me later somewhere, after class.  We'll hang out, have a good time.  &lt;br /&gt; I really should have smelled that bullshit.  I ask him yesterday, the day before we're supposed to go, where he wants to meet me.  His response..."I don't know" in a tone that was definitely lacking any type of enthusiasm what-so-ever.  So, I say fine and try my best not to be a little hurt.  I tell him we can figure it out later.  &lt;br /&gt; So last night just before bed I say, have you thought of any place to meet me?  Silence.  Hmmm.  So I ask, do you want me to come?  Response, "Really, I couldn't care less?"  Thank you for sparing my feelings.  So, feeling a lot hurt by now I suggest maybe I should stay home.   That suggestion is the only one that actually makes him smile.  &lt;br /&gt; So as he's talking excitedly about going somewhere today while I get to sit home and clean, he tells me that he's riding these roller coasters with some other chick.  Ouch.  I imagine it would have been annoying for him to tear himself away from his good time to meet up with his wife and child.&lt;br /&gt; Still, I try to make myself less miserable by mentioning that maybe I'll take Nicole out to the caves, we'll see some sights, have some fun.  But apparently, if I did that it would be really mean because he really wants to see the caves and going without him would be cruel.  So here I sit.  Bored.  Lonely.  Utterly and completely rejected.  And totally pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112001269292521795?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112001269292521795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112001269292521795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112001269292521795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112001269292521795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-so-lonely.html' title='Oh So Lonely'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-112001324559108627</id><published>2005-06-28T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:47:25.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/1600/elephant_dropings%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1976/1095/320/elephant_dropings%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-112001324559108627?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/112001324559108627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=112001324559108627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112001324559108627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/112001324559108627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-111672362995958145</id><published>2005-05-20T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:00:29.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I bet you lost your virginity to a mechanical bull"</title><content type='html'>You know, my town is oridinarily this nice, well kept, quiet place...except on my street.  Well that's not actually true, the whole street is quiet except my end of the street.  You see, I live across the road from these obnoxious, white-trash, grungy, stuck-in-a-bad-80's-movie, assholes.  The "man of the house" is always outside blasting fucking country music at 9am while he works on something, all while wearing no shirt so that he may show off his lovely, wrinkled, flabby 50 year old body.  &lt;br /&gt;  Normally, I can handle them pretty well. But tonight, it's gotten a little ridiculous.  You see, I do believe they are having a pool party.  As a result they feel the need to blast rap music from the 90's so loudly that it is shaking my house.  Now, I know it's only 8:30 at night, but my two year old daughter goes to bed at 8:30 at night.  Or, at least, she would if these lolo's weren't being totally and completely annoying.  &lt;br /&gt;  I don't care if they play music, I don't care if they play music loudly, I don't even care if their bratty little boys let their dog take shit's in everybody else's yard, but I do care when they're playing they're music so loudly that it disrupts my daughter's sleep and my life.  &lt;br /&gt;  I need to move away. Far, Far away.  To the land of Perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-111672362995958145?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/111672362995958145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=111672362995958145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111672362995958145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111672362995958145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-bet-you-lost-your-virginity-to.html' title='&quot;I bet you lost your virginity to a mechanical bull&quot;'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-111664123788488235</id><published>2005-05-20T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:07:17.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine and Farts</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I am sick of all this shallow bullshit people keep spitting out at everyone all the time.  I was in the mall today, and I saw something so ridiculous it made me want to vomit.  &lt;br /&gt;   There was this girl working behind the counter at FYE and she just happened to be obese.  She was really very sweet and was just trying to do her work.  These stupid teenage punk guys decided that they were going to try and validate themselves by viciously and malicously attacking her weight.  They didn't stop until she was crying and the rest of us in line were bitching at the two guys. &lt;br /&gt;   I can't stand the fact that people feel that they are superior to someone else just because of how someone looks.  Why can't people just try to think before they act.  If those kids had actually thought about what it would feel like to be that young woman, I can almost bet they would never have said the things that they said, hell they might have even gone out of their way to be nice to her.  &lt;br /&gt;   It reminds me of that movie, Shallow Hal, where the guy is a total asshole at the beginning, but at least he learned his lesson by the end.  Hopefully, these shitheads will grow up and shape up.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Kate's thought for the day:  Be nice to people, think how you would feel if you were them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-111664123788488235?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/111664123788488235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=111664123788488235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111664123788488235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111664123788488235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunshine-and-farts.html' title='Sunshine and Farts'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-111604129417637992</id><published>2005-05-14T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:28:14.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dolly!!</title><content type='html'>It's great to be out of school!!! At least for the two weeks that I'm free. I can't wait until I'm finished for good. I'll take months off, maybe years. SCREW PAYING MY LOANS BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's like 11:30 and Joe still isn't back. He was supposed to be back an hour ago. You know what really sucks about guys. When they're going to be late, they almost never call. He's done this almost every freakin day. I'm really getting sick of it. I should just kick him. Sheesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there goes my daily rant. Now, on to the quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. ~Stella Adler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-111604129417637992?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/111604129417637992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=111604129417637992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111604129417637992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111604129417637992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-dolly.html' title='Hello Dolly!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-111576555250506696</id><published>2005-05-10T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T17:52:32.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Ramblings of a Hopeless Caffeine Addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day dawns bright and new&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t notice without my Dew&lt;br /&gt;My coffee carries my throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;Well, until about noon, anyway&lt;br /&gt;Then the endless flood of carbonated life&lt;br /&gt;Floods in cutting through the sluggish exhaustion like a knife&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can go on forever without stopping&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least until five, then I have to start gulping&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Dew down my gullet&lt;br /&gt;It’s become my own little liquid bullet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-111576555250506696?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/111576555250506696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=111576555250506696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111576555250506696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111576555250506696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/05/ramblings-of-hopeless-caffeine-addict.html' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-111568935498632075</id><published>2005-05-09T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:42:34.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A Day in Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Soft, yellow light through the window&lt;br /&gt;Casting an iridescent glow&lt;br /&gt;Flowers bloom on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Soft, lilac smell of May&lt;br /&gt;Warm winds blowing lazily&lt;br /&gt;Each day ending cozy&lt;br /&gt;Pitch black of Night&lt;br /&gt;Broken by small, twinkling starlight&lt;br /&gt;And dreams spent sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Easing the transition to dawn breaking early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-111568935498632075?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/111568935498632075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=111568935498632075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111568935498632075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111568935498632075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/05/poem-time.html' title='Poem Time'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</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-12750934.post-111566536271834017</id><published>2005-05-09T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T14:02:42.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals blow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FINALS!! AUGGH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate finals. I have at least one everyday this week. I just finished my child psych exam. Most of the material on there seemed to be reduntant. I'm also convinced that I was missing a section of the test. God I hope she doesn't dock my grade for that. Oh well, I guess. At least that's over.&lt;br /&gt;Still the biggest headache awaits me yet. SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY. My teacher is a total egomaniac. He's the biggest A*hole I have ever met in my entire life. He's goal is to spit Freudian booty chatter at us for 50minutes so that he can finally feel like he has accomplished something in life. He expects us all to hang on his every word. However, half the shit he blabs at us isn't even accurate. To top it off, for the test, we have to know the information he told to us...word for word. If it's not word for word and we can only spit back the concept (God forbid!) then it's WRONG! At least this is my last class with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths. ~Etty Hillesum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-111566536271834017?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/111566536271834017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=111566536271834017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111566536271834017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111566536271834017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/05/finals-blow.html' title='Finals blow!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12750934.post-111560129906002921</id><published>2005-05-08T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:20:23.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok, so this is my very first blog ever. I guess I figured that if everyone else was doing it, why the hell shouldn't I. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This blog is being created to showcase some poetry, as an outlet for all of these random thoughts that swarm in my head, and for whatever else strikes my fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That's really all I have to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12750934-111560129906002921?l=northeasteden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/feeds/111560129906002921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12750934&amp;postID=111560129906002921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111560129906002921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12750934/posts/default/111560129906002921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northeasteden.blogspot.com/2005/05/kickass.html' title='Kickass'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286713116436667586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
