<?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-8917609</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:20:27.678-04:00</updated><category term=';-)'/><title type='text'>if were a punctuation mark, i'd be an exclamation point</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917609.post-7578478662166546281</id><published>2007-07-24T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:30:20.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC_t-ivzRzw/RqYgLsjovWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JkypDwtMEYI/s1600-h/DSC02980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC_t-ivzRzw/RqYgLsjovWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JkypDwtMEYI/s320/DSC02980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090791814100204898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I are engaged!!!  He proposed Saturday on our vacation in Jekyll Island.  We'd been having a great day of hanging out on the beach, biking around the island, eating good food, and we had some time to relax in the hotel room before we were going to go on a guided sea turtle walk on the beach at night.  And then to make a long story short, he proposed (and I said yes)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC_t-ivzRzw/RqYfusjovVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7LV0j0ZQ7Bc/s1600-h/DSC02977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC_t-ivzRzw/RqYfusjovVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7LV0j0ZQ7Bc/s320/DSC02977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090791315883998546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a picture of my ring (I love it!).  We haven't set a date yet, but it'll probably be in about 2 years.  We're really excited!&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/8917609-7578478662166546281?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7578478662166546281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=7578478662166546281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/7578478662166546281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/7578478662166546281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2007/07/david-and-i-are-engaged-he-proposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC_t-ivzRzw/RqYgLsjovWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JkypDwtMEYI/s72-c/DSC02980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917609.post-8732586798199792918</id><published>2007-07-11T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:40:00.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movie review</title><content type='html'>my review of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was a great preview, now when does the actual movie come out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-8732586798199792918?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8732586798199792918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=8732586798199792918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/8732586798199792918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/8732586798199792918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2007/07/movie-review.html' title='movie review'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-2329281848232601111</id><published>2007-07-08T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:32:06.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>::lightbulb of inspiration::</title><content type='html'>so i was flipping through random blogs and felt inspired to write, even though i'm never that satisfied with my posts.  i always end up rambling when i'd actually like to have a point to get across or something.  i don't know.  it never works, so i'll just keep rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 5th harry potter movie comes out on wednesday and i'm thoroughly excited.  though i am a little confused about how the longest book in the series has turned into the shortest movie so far (it's supposed to be just over 2 hours long).  i was hoping for a 3 1/2 hour movie or something.  i also wanted to reread the book before i saw the movie, but i just seem to have such a hard time making myself sit down and read.  and i really hate that.  i was at lunch with some people from church today and they were listing off all of these books they've read.  where do people find all of this time to read?  maybe i should stop watching tv.  probably a good thing to do.  i want to exercise and read more.  i have all of these books i bought like 5 years ago and there just sitting there looking pretty waiting for me to crack them open.  and i really do want to read them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this beautiful strapless dress yesterday on sale at dillard's and it makes me want to have a tea party complete with fancy tea sets, lace table cloths, parasols, and all that jazz.  i wish i knew a photographer who wanted to take pictures of all of these scenarios (such as the tea party) that i think of and wanted me to dress up and be in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 2 more weeks of work and i am ready to get them over with.  my time at mcg has been pretty good.  it's definitely a good experience.  i've learned quite a bit and now know what it's really like to work in a lab.  the research i'm doing isn't really what i want to do for my career but it's still giving me a taste of research.  of course i'd much rather be playing with bacteria than tumor cells  :-)  my mentor told me that he's really pleased with the work i've done and that i've worked hard and i have a lot of potential.  i feel better about my time working there after hearing that.  i wasn't sure before if i was really contributing anything useful and of good quality.  but it sounds like i'm a pretty good scientist and the connections i've built there will be good for me in the future. &lt;br /&gt;but i am ready to be done with working.  i'm ready for a little vacation and then to go back to school.  i don't miss the homework, just the going to lectures and learning new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david and i went to see the movie "sicko" last night.  if you're looking for me in about 10 years, you might just find me in canada or england.  someplace with universal health care and government that doesn't keep revealing new stupidities to me everyday.  i don't hate our country.  i just think it needs a lot of work.  so for the moment, my future i see in my head shows me in california getting my doctorate and then heading out of the country finding work and seeing new places.  sounds like the kind of adventure i need.&lt;br /&gt;for now i'll settle for visiting canada.  i'm going there with david near the end of the month.  i'm excited.  and i get to go on my first plane ride.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first got the new maroon 5 cd i was seriously disappointed, but now that i've listened to it more and let sink into my head it's not so bad.  definitely not as good as the first album, but it's grown on me some.  current music obsessions include:  "gravity" by john mayer (aka the wonderous musical genious), "wasted" by carrie underwood, "good directions" by billy currington, and "meet me by the water" by rachael yamagata (one of my new absolute favorites whose songs inspire me to create dances whenever i hear them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please give me a swift kick in the ass and make me stop being a lazy fatty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-2329281848232601111?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2329281848232601111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=2329281848232601111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/2329281848232601111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/2329281848232601111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2007/07/lightbulb-of-inspiration.html' title='::lightbulb of inspiration::'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-2642807788318414289</id><published>2007-04-14T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:15:36.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just breathe</title><content type='html'>My roommates and I have finally found a place to live for next year!  Half of the weight of the world has been lifted off of my shoulders.  The other half that's still sitting there consists of finding someone to sublease a room for the summer, getting through the last 2 weeks of classes, and surviving finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about working at MCG this summer.  I get to do real research! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm failing horribly at this getting in shape by summer thing.  Someone please come kick my butt and make me exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my mind has been preoccupied some with making up a dance for Variety Tech in the fall.  I know I have plenty of time to do it, but I would really rather be doing that than school work.  I want to do a modern dance.  I don't know what music I want to use yet and I haven't done any choreography.  But I do know what I want my costume to be :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-2642807788318414289?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2642807788318414289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=2642807788318414289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/2642807788318414289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/2642807788318414289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-breathe.html' title='just breathe'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-217890966723097662</id><published>2007-03-30T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:17:32.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spring time wooo</title><content type='html'>There are only 4 weeks of class plus finals week left and then I'm done with this semester!  I can't wait because it's been dragging on and I'm tired of it.  I got an A on my last medical microbiology test which I totally deserved because I studied my butt off for that.  But my super happy news for now is that I got into the STAR research program at the Medical College of Georgia this summer!  I get to do my own research and they will pay me and it will be awesome.  My three roommates and I are looking for an off campus place to live for next year that's not too far from Tech.  If anyone has any relatively inexpensive suggestions, please let me know.  Most of the people we've called and emailed about looking at houses haven't gotten back to us and it's been over a week.  I think we're not looking hard enough though.    We just don't want to be homeless next year.   I went to see the Lewis Black show the other day.  It was hilarious.  So apparently I'm allergic to soft contact lenses.  So I'm going to have to stick with glasses for now and maybe try hard contacts this summer and then hopefully I'll get to do Lasik sometime in the near future.  Until then I have to search for some new sunglasses that fit on my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;I keep having this deep artistic urge inside of me but I feel like I don't have the time or resources to do something, and I actually don't even really know what it is I want to do.  Last night I pulled out my coloring book and crayons, which was fun, but it didn't really fulfill my need to make something that could be considered real art.  What I ultimately think would put my creative longings at ease would be to decorate a house.  But that one might take a while... like a 15 years from now while...  when I finish with graduate school and have a job and hopefully will be making lots of money... yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-217890966723097662?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/217890966723097662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=217890966723097662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/217890966723097662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/217890966723097662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-time-wooo.html' title='spring time wooo'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-4419536050320827301</id><published>2007-03-01T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:39:02.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness before bed</title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd get some stuff out of my head before I went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided that my favorite building on campus is the Swann foreign language building.  It kind of reminds me of my highschool's old building, even though this building is pretty new.  It has some of those nice hard wood floors that kinda creak and make the perfect noise when you walk on them.  And the smell of the building just kind of makes me feel really comfortable.  Unfortunately it's the foreign language building and so I don't get to be in there much.  I was there today picking up some papers from outside of my Spanish professor's office.  As I sat outside the building waiting for the bus I had one of those beautiful day happy moments.  It was quiet and the air smelled nice.  And I had just come out from a really cool building.  I soaked it in before I got on the bus and went back to my room where I remained for the rest of the day.  But it was nice enough out to have the windows open and I could just dance around the apartment and act like I was frolicing outside.&lt;br /&gt;I then commenced the cleaning of the bathroom.  It had gotten to that nasty point where the shower was starting to clog up, so I had to pull the monster out of the drain (I know you probably didn't care to know about that part). &lt;br /&gt;After that this really artsy feeling hit me.  And for a couple hours I wanted to quit Tech and become a modern dancer and a photographer.  I tried playing with my camera, but I don't have the manual here so I couldn't figure out anything cool.  So then the feeling became kind of depressing as I sat at the computer and just looked and photography and dance stuff online instead of getting up and actually doing real art.  I felt lame. &lt;br /&gt;The day was slightly downhill from there because I didn't become anymore productive.  I have too much free time on Wednesdays.  So much that it's really hard to focus on work.  I need to stay away from my apartment. &lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's enough babbling to keep my mind from racing and let me fall asleep.  Nighty night my peeps.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-4419536050320827301?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4419536050320827301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=4419536050320827301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/4419536050320827301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/4419536050320827301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2007/03/randomness-before-bed.html' title='randomness before bed'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-4420263785976822982</id><published>2007-02-15T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:19:20.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=';-)'/><title type='text'>smile, damnit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/208/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/grumpy0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comic is basically me.  I can't stand it when people are all sad and grumpy.  I'm that dancing ray of sunshine that comes along and annoys you with smiles and corny jokes you when you're depressed and have no intentions of becoming undepressed for the rest of the day.  I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-4420263785976822982?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4420263785976822982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=4420263785976822982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/4420263785976822982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/4420263785976822982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/smile-damnit.html' title='smile, damnit!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-117159771635909338</id><published>2007-02-15T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:48:36.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this one is for marie...</title><content type='html'>i'm posting something for the first time since september.  yes, i have been a slacker.  but marie got on to me about not posting, so here i am.  and apparently i have to update it to google something or other.  so yes, life is good.  um, grey's anatomy made me slightly angry and sad tonight.  and for those of you who watched, you probably felt the same way.   so here's my prediction for what's going to happen to meredith.  she's gonna be in a coma for a few weeks or a month or something and then she's going to wake up with amnesia.  she's not gonna remember who she is, how to be a doctor, and worst of all-- she's not gonna remember mcdreamy.  the previews for next week said that there's going to be a devastating conclusion to this series of events, and what could be more devastating than meredith not knowing her true love.  because of course she can't die... it's her show!  so yeah, that's what i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm beginning to remember why i started a blog and how fun it is to just write whatever i want up for people to read (now that i know people are actually checking it).  so i guess i'll try to post more.  yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-117159771635909338?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/117159771635909338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=117159771635909338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/117159771635909338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/117159771635909338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-one-is-for-marie.html' title='this one is for marie...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-115648183503711443</id><published>2006-08-25T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:57:15.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>................</title><content type='html'>This is the first Thursday night of the Fall semester.  Usually on Thursday nights if I don't have homework due the next day or a test the next day, it's like the first night of the weekend.  So tonight's like that.  Except I've just been playing around on the computer and whipping my roommates with towels and not really doing weekend party stuff.  I don't know what weekend party stuff is.  I'm just rambling.  Cause I'm bored and not tired and I felt like I should write a new post.  My apartment is awesome.  It will be even better when we get some more posters and stuff up.  And also when we figure out how we're going to fit all of our food and kitchen stuff in the few cabinets we have.  Um, so this is kind of boring.  I think my own post is boring.  Why are you reading this?  Why am I still typing?  Ok, I'm done.  I'll find something better to write about next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-115648183503711443?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115648183503711443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=115648183503711443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/115648183503711443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/115648183503711443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='................'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917609.post-115143328761701034</id><published>2006-06-27T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:34:47.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm not in Greece like I'm supposed to be.  Just my luck I found out 5 days before I was supposed to leave that there's a cyst in my mouth and I have to get it removed as soon as possible.  So I'm having surgery on Thursday.  It shouldn't be anything worse than like getting wisdom teeth removed, so I'm not worried.  So I'm pretty bummed about that (plus the fact that my boyfriend is in Greece now and I don't get to see him for 5 weeks).  I'm gonna go to the beach in Florida and Disney World with my family after I recover from my surgery.  It should be fun.  I'm trying to read a lot.  And I bought some oil pastels yesterday and remembered how much I like doing pictures with them.  So that will keep me busy.  So the summer shouldn't be completely horrible.  It's not what I planned on, but oh well.  Life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-115143328761701034?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/115143328761701034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=115143328761701034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/115143328761701034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/115143328761701034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-im-not-in-greece-like-im-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-114531751372741292</id><published>2006-04-17T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:45:13.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>splurge</title><content type='html'>So yeah it's been a while....  Here goes a bunch of random stuff I've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;Organic chemistry is trying to kill me.  I don't care if people say "Elizabethtown" is the worst movie ever, I thought it was sweet.  I spend too much money eating out.  I'm going to the Renaissance Festival on Sunday for the first time since 6th grade.  It's going to be awesome.  Two weeks of class and then finals and then I'm done with my second year of college!  Woohoo!  I'm going to Greece this summer!  I'm sooooo excited!  I need to get a job in a nice restaurant while I'm home, but I definitely can't be a waitress (no, dancers are not always graceful... they're actually pretty clutzy off stage).  Went to the Braves game last weekend.  They lost, but it was really nice outside :-)  I've discovered that when studying outside on a nice day it's easy for me to get distracted by the nice day.  So it's best for me to study inside, but still away from my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-114531751372741292?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/114531751372741292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=114531751372741292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/114531751372741292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/114531751372741292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2006/04/splurge.html' title='splurge'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-113833194645591436</id><published>2006-01-26T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:19:06.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little insight...</title><content type='html'>So after hearing the "Thong Song" for the first time in quite a while, my roommate and I began to wonder what's so great about thongs.  So I decided to ask a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what's  so great about thongs?   I'm trying to get some insight here.&lt;br /&gt;Woodhurst:  Ah, well.   I do have a theory.   Bear with me for a second:   You know the fresco of God and Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel?   And you know it's so great because of Gestalt laws:  it's the anticipation of the moment.   God is  ABOUT to  give life to Adam.  That's why I think thongs are a big deal.   It's ALMOST naked, but not.   It's the anticipation, the proximity that men find so arousing.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I can't believe you just compared thongs to the Sistine Chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113833194645591436?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113833194645591436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113833194645591436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113833194645591436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113833194645591436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-insight.html' title='a little insight...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917609.post-113718847084136461</id><published>2006-01-13T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:41:10.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, new semester and new craziness.  I'm taking Physics, Organic Chemistry, Ecology, and Spanish.  It's insane!!!  And not only do I have all of that work to do, but I'm also doing a show with DramaTech and so I'm gonna have rehearsals to go to.  But hopefully it will all be fun.  I'm definitely gonna like dancing again.  So yeah.  And apparently I'm not supposed to be in the Spanish class that I'm in.  I'm in the beginner level for people who've never had Spanish before right now.  I've had Spanish in high school but the class for those people is full and they won't let me in.  Sooo they're kinda stupid.  So I guess they'll just have to deal with me doing really well in the class.  Too bad for them, great for me!  So I dunno what to say anymore.  I'm getting kinda bored with this now.  It's ADD Friday!  hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113718847084136461?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113718847084136461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113718847084136461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113718847084136461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113718847084136461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-new-semester-and-new-craziness.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-113483154567558851</id><published>2005-12-17T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:00:39.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113483154567558851?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113483154567558851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113483154567558851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113483154567558851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113483154567558851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-113434549484409280</id><published>2005-12-11T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T18:58:14.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne and Jenn's Excellent Adventure</title><content type='html'>So I argue that even though it's finals week, it is still possilbe to have a really great day.  Take my and Anne's day today for instance.  So we decided to get out of the room and go study so we would actually get something done.  We decide to go to the Student Center.  But we didn't want to just walk there.  So we rode our skooters!  That adds 100% more fun right there!  teehee.  After getting there in half the time it would have taken to walk there, we actually concentrate on studying for finals for several hours.  It was awesome.  Then around 3:30 we were hungry and I from a completely random memory (of math contest trips!) decide that we should go to Arby's.  So we ride our skooters through the tunnel under the interstate to get over to Arby's and we eat really good food.  Then we head over to Barnes and Noble/Starbucks so we can study there.  We find a comfy little spot in Starbucks and get back to our studying (which went really well again).  Then I wanted coffee and it turns out it's student appreciation week so I got 20% off the price of my coffee!  It was pretty sweet.  At 6 the place was closing so we packed up to go.  I always forget my camera at the worst times.  I say this because on our way back the sky had this amazing dark blue/turquoise kinda color that looked like a tropical sea or something and it was gorgeous.  I can say it took my breath away.  And as we our riding our skooters downhill most of the way back to the dorm we also realize that there was a great view of the skyline as well.  Oh well.  We still had fun riding our skooters back.  We also had some great conversation.  Earlier Anne had mentioned how it felt kinda like we were inner city kids.  So later I said "Yeah it really does feel like we're inner kity cids... I mean... oops...."  Also:&lt;br /&gt;Anne-"We're pretty much the coolest people in the world."&lt;br /&gt;Me-"Hey you ever take that skooter off some sweet jumps?"&lt;br /&gt;We also name our skooters.  Mine's name is Buckminster (Bucky for short).  And hers is Bronsted. &lt;br /&gt;And that concludes this installment of Anne and Jenn's Excellent Adventure.  Stay tuned for more awesomeness coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113434549484409280?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113434549484409280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113434549484409280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113434549484409280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113434549484409280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/12/anne-and-jenns-excellent-adventure.html' title='Anne and Jenn&apos;s Excellent Adventure'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-113417808608662940</id><published>2005-12-09T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:28:06.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey DJ, play my song...</title><content type='html'>first fifteen songs that come up on your playlist...entire library on random, no skipping, no cheating! (if you don't have a blog or don't put this kind of thing on your blog, do it in the comments)&lt;br /&gt;1) Red Rag Top- Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;2) What A Girl Wants- Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;3) The Hustle&lt;br /&gt;4) Buddy Holly- Weezer&lt;br /&gt;5) I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing- Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;6) Conga- Gloria Estefan&lt;br /&gt;7) The Jeep Song- Dresden Dolls&lt;br /&gt;8) Nasty- Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;9) Jefferson AeroPlane- Relient K&lt;br /&gt;10) We Will Rock You- Queen&lt;br /&gt;11) Closing Time- Semisonic&lt;br /&gt;12) Lonely No More- Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;13) She's So Cold- Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;14) Here Is Gone- Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;15) Arabian Dance (from The Nutcracker)- Tchaikovsky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113417808608662940?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113417808608662940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113417808608662940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113417808608662940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113417808608662940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-dj-play-my-song.html' title='hey DJ, play my song...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-113329043869912446</id><published>2005-11-29T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:01:27.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you satisfied with your juice today?</title><content type='html'>So I was eating breakfast in the dining hall with my roomate this morning, as usual, and this girl we don't know comes up to us.  She asks us if we would like to fill out a survey about juice.  Yes, a survey about juice.  Orange, grape, pineapple, you name it.  We hesistantly started to say yes.  Then she added in that we would get $5 for doing it.  The hesistant yes quickly changed into a heck yes.  So I filled out the strangest survey ever.  And then I got $5 (and I didn't even have to add that in to make the story good).&lt;br /&gt;Also, today in genetics we were talking about how the frequency of Down's Syndrome is affected by the age of the mother.  We were looking at a graph for it and I noticed that the youngest age listed on there was 20 years old.  It was kind of odd to think that I am of "mothering age" now.  Hmmm... kind of scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113329043869912446?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113329043869912446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113329043869912446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113329043869912446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113329043869912446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/11/are-you-satisfied-with-your-juice.html' title='Are you satisfied with your juice today?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-113131434924882869</id><published>2005-11-06T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:59:09.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Hooray!  Today is my birthday!  And I'm not a teenager anymore.  Teehee.  Yes I am 20 years old now.  But I don't feel any different.  That's ok.  I had a fun birthday weekend.  My family and my boyfriend came up.  We went to the football game yesterday (go Jackets!!).  And we did shopping and stuff.  It was fun.  I got an mp3 player for a present.  And as I was trying it out, I realized that now I'm gonna be walking around campus listening to music and I'm gonna start dancing or moving to the music or something without even thinking about it.  So if anyone sees me strutting down the street, I'm probably listening to "Stayin Alive."  haha.  So, fun stuff.  One more year til I can buy alcohol... heh.  Anyways, yay for birthdays!   :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113131434924882869?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113131434924882869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113131434924882869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113131434924882869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113131434924882869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/11/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-113073970400529093</id><published>2005-10-31T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:57:58.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo I'm Marie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MA/MAR/mariehappytoes/1130386296_Copy2ofmarie.jpg" border="0" alt="you're a marie"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quiet, sarcastic,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes insanely hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Marie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full sized pic at&lt;br&gt;http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gtg591h/mariequiz.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mariehappytoes/quizzes/Which%20Girl%20of%20Pio-Nono%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; Which Girl of Pio-Nono Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113073970400529093?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113073970400529093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113073970400529093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113073970400529093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113073970400529093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/10/woohoo-im-marie.html' title='woohoo I&apos;m Marie!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-113073790007694623</id><published>2005-10-31T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:51:42.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>Well even though Halloween isn't actually until tomorrow (technically today since it's after midnight now, so Happy Halloween everybody!), the fun Halloween weekend is over.  No trick-or-treating for us big kids... although our CA has promised us candy which is happy.  But I did have an awesome weekend.  First and foremost, my boyfriend was here  :-)  So Friday night we had costume coffee house at WCF, which was fun.  I was a mime.  I didn't talk the entire time (well maybe a couple times but only out of necessity).  It was fun putting on the makeup.  Then after that we went to the Rocky Horror Show, which is always an experience.  I didn't have a killer headache this time so I enjoyed it much more this year.  Then Saturday was the homecoming game against Clemson.  But that wasn't as exciting as it probably should have been.  I only stayed for a quarter and a half.  It wasn't very eventful (but we won!)  So after that David and I went to Borders because I was in one of those "I wanna hang around a bookstore" kind of moods, which is fun.  But I wasn't allowing myself to buy anything except for chapstick (hehe I was out of burt's bees).  Then we went grocery shopping and bought frozen pizza for dinner.  Then David, Kristin, and I went to visit some of our frat buddies for a while.  Then it was time for sleep.  Then today, completely forgetting about daylight savings time, David and I wanted to go to Waho before my last salsa class.  But thinking it was 1:00, we thought we didn't have enough time.  So we picked up Dunkin Doughnuts then went to my salsa lesson.  Us and one other couple that's in my class just sat there for like 15 minutes wondering where everyone was when we finally realized we were an hour early because we forgot about daylight savings.  Ha...ha....  So after my salsa lesson at the real 2:00, I had the urge to go to Toys-R-Us.  So we did.  And it was a jolly grand time.  Then we went to eat Mexican for dinner (yum!).  And that's about all the excitment of my weekend.  And my birthday is in one week!  And then I want it to be Christmas....  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113073790007694623?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113073790007694623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113073790007694623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113073790007694623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113073790007694623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-113007838275680268</id><published>2005-10-23T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:39:42.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>teehee</title><content type='html'>Happy Mole Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-113007838275680268?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/113007838275680268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=113007838275680268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113007838275680268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/113007838275680268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/10/teehee.html' title='teehee'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-112986990661421904</id><published>2005-10-21T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:45:06.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fixed the weirdness my blog was doing=yay&lt;br /&gt;New template=yay&lt;br /&gt;Learned html and made website=yay(&lt;a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gtg003x/"&gt;http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gtg003x/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be in bed an hour ago=boo&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-112986990661421904?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/112986990661421904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=112986990661421904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112986990661421904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112986990661421904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/10/fixed-weirdness-my-blog-was-doingyay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-112714483534913952</id><published>2005-09-19T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:47:15.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiver me timbers!</title><content type='html'>Avast!  If ye land lubbers didn't know, tis International Talk Like a Pirate Day!  Arrr!  Go to &lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com"&gt;http://www.talklikeapirate.com&lt;/a&gt; for the whole story.  Ye filthy bilge rats better do it smartly or I'll make ye walk the plank to rot in Davy Jones' locker!  Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-112714483534913952?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/112714483534913952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=112714483534913952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112714483534913952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112714483534913952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/09/shiver-me-timbers.html' title='Shiver me timbers!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-112680475515208628</id><published>2005-09-15T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:19:15.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting in the hall of the physics building right now waiting for my econ class to start (yes my econ class is in the physics building).  And I'm really bored.  Luckily I brought my computer today.  But anyways, all of a sudden a bunch of guys walk in wearing togas.  Multi-colored togas.  It was insane.  And totally random.  I guess it's some frat thing.  But yeah.  It's really weird.  Yesterday I saw this guy who walked like a girl.  Kinda like a model.  A girl model.  It was freaky.  Anyways.  This probably isn't that exciting.  So I'm gonna find something better to do with my time.  Bye.   :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-112680475515208628?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/112680475515208628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=112680475515208628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112680475515208628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112680475515208628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-im-sitting-in-hall-of-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-112629480195786222</id><published>2005-09-09T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T15:40:01.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bringing out the inner rock star</title><content type='html'>I saw Weezer and the Foo Fighters last night and it was AWESOME!!!  I haven't been to many concerts but I must say it was the best one I've been to.  It was quite excellent.  We had pretty good seats too.  The only bad part was the group of excessive smokers sitting in front of me cutting off my oxygen supply.  Weezer was my favorite and they had super cool lighting.  And now I get to go to Six Flags tonight.  And the first football game is tomorrow.  Fun stuff for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-112629480195786222?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/112629480195786222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=112629480195786222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112629480195786222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112629480195786222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/09/bringing-out-inner-rock-star.html' title='bringing out the inner rock star'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-112595969750224499</id><published>2005-09-05T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:34:57.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cake or death!</title><content type='html'>As it turns out I don't have chem lab tomorrow.  I don't know what I was thinking.  I was totally freaking out about it for no good reason.  Oh well.  One of my roommates got me sick.  Like, cough cough sniff sniff.  Yeah, that kind.  So if anyone would like to donate tissues to me I would be exceedingly thankful.  I had Dairy Queen for dinner.  It was awesome.  Especially the fries in the country gravy... sooooooo bad for me yet soooooo good.  I also noticed that the Dairy Queen on North Ave. is right next to the Burger King.  So maybe they rule the fast food kingdom together or something.   That would be pretty spiffy.  I wonder if there are some upcoming fast food chains with "prince" or "princess" in them.  I'm going to the Foo Fighters/Weezer concert on Thur.  It's going to be frigin sweet.  The weather is really really nice right now.  I wish I could go to the park and frolic instead of doing stinky homework.  Speaking of stinky... my roomie Anne, the same one who got me sick, has this beta named stinky and he tried to bite me earlier.  All of her pets like to try to eat me.  Her cat tried to eat me while I was asleep once.  And her feret tried to eat my shoes.  I'm nice to all of them so I don't know what their problems are.  Anywho, I'm gonna get to work now.  Maybe.  Later gators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-112595969750224499?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/112595969750224499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=112595969750224499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112595969750224499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112595969750224499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/09/cake-or-death.html' title='cake or death!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-112515631565895128</id><published>2005-08-27T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:25:15.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I finished my first week back at school.  It wasn't too bad, but then the labs haven't started yet.  So that could change everything.  My chem prof lectures with his eyes closed most of the time.  It's kind of odd, but maybe he's nervous or something.  The seats in genetics are too comfy so I hope I don't fall asleep in there.  My econ prof and my book are super cheesy, but I guess that's good... sorta.  And my cs prof reminds me of teachers from high school.  So yeah.  Fun stuff.  Ummmm I dunno what else to talk about.  I just thought I should put a new post up.  yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-112515631565895128?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/112515631565895128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=112515631565895128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112515631565895128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/112515631565895128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-i-finished-my-first-week-back-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111672062837476301</id><published>2005-05-21T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:10:28.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah i'm cool, you know it...</title><content type='html'>My home computer is sooooooo stupid.  That's why I hardly ever go on the computer now.  But now I'm on my boyfriend's computer, and it's a lot cooler.  hehe.  Summer is kinda boring.  At least when you're stuck in Augusta with not a lot of money it is.  Soooo I dunno what else to say.  Cause there's nothing going on.  I just felt obligated to post something since it's been a while.  So maybe I'll have something better to say some other time.  But until then, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111672062837476301?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111672062837476301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111672062837476301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111672062837476301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111672062837476301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/05/yeah-im-cool-you-know-it.html' title='yeah i&apos;m cool, you know it...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111508560798035149</id><published>2005-05-02T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:00:07.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's black.......... like my soul!</title><content type='html'>You ever have one of those days where you feel like dressing in all black, and being like "I hate the world," and wishing you could just look at people and they would be a little scared of you?  That's how I felt today.&lt;br /&gt;Today I got done with what was probably my easy final exam.  It was biology.  But I don't wish to jinx it so I'm gonna stop talking about it.  Tomorrow I have my Calculus 2 final, also known as "THE STINKY ARMPITS OF DESPAIR EPISODE I: REVENGE OF THE CALCULUS."  And if you're wondering, EPISODE II will ocurr on Wednesday when I have to write my 10 page paper.  Care packages and words of encouragement are appreciated.  But I will get a brief period of festivities tomorrow night.  First of all, I'm going to wear awesome pajamas tomorrow, so I will be oh so spiffy looking.  Then, I'm one of the planners of Study Breakers tomorrow night at WCF.  We will be watching "Lilo and Stitch" and "Cool Runnings."  We will also be making, ::gasp!::, funnel cake!  I'm super excited. &lt;br /&gt;So now that I've thoroughly hyperbolized everything, I'm gonna eat some junk food and find a new way to avoid studying. &lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kudos to suzan enthusin for introducing the phrase "black like my soul" into my vocabulary. I've finally found an ocassion to use it to it's full potential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111508560798035149?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111508560798035149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111508560798035149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111508560798035149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111508560798035149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-black-like-my-soul.html' title='It&apos;s black.......... like my soul!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111463534169299647</id><published>2005-04-27T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:55:41.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Day Time Period Devoted to Those Without Life</title><content type='html'>It is day 3 of Dead Week.  1 calculus recitation, 1 biology lecture, 2 finals, and a 10 page research paper stand in the way between me and my beloved summertime.  And though it'll probably happen very quickly in actuality, I feel like I'm not making the most of my time.  I had this fabulous study schedule written out for this week and I've hardly been following it at all.  Where's has all my motivation gone?  How I long to frolic in the sun, across the green fields, blowing bubbles, running through the sprinklers in my swimsuit, trying to catch the frisbee, eating juicy watermellon, and spitting the seeds at people... all at the same time.  And since I have now wasted another 30 minutes on this computer I think it might just be time to start trying to be productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111463534169299647?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111463534169299647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111463534169299647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111463534169299647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111463534169299647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/04/seven-day-time-period-devoted-to-those.html' title='The Seven Day Time Period Devoted to Those Without Life'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111394464960922105</id><published>2005-04-19T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:04:09.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cherry coke is yummy</title><content type='html'>I wanted a smoothie for my reward, but I had to settle for a cherry coke instead (which is really good still).  What am I being rewarded for you ask?  I got a 100 on my calculus test!!!  I am now a bonafide genii... not really, but I feel really smart.  I stayed up til 2 last night writing an essay, which turned out to be pretty good.  Now today I have to write a detailed outline for another essay.  And by detailed outline my prof probably means rough draft.  But that's not gonna happen.  So at one point today I was reminded of a bunch of songs from the early 90's when I was little that were really awesome so I decided to download a bunch of them.  I'd forgotten how great they really are.  I mean, Ace of Base, Selena, TLC, and Take That... what can get better than that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111394464960922105?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111394464960922105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111394464960922105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111394464960922105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111394464960922105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/04/cherry-coke-is-yummy.html' title='cherry coke is yummy'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111341152099890687</id><published>2005-04-13T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T12:58:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I painted my toesies and they're pretty</title><content type='html'>So me and my friends Kristin and Anne are living together next year, then there's gonna be this random new fourth girl too, and we get to find out who she is today.  It's kinda exciting.  I hope we don't scare her too much. :-)  I think I'm getting sick and my friend Judson suggested to me to drink hot tea and so I did and now I'm getting addicted.  There's a disc of mold growing in my jug of apple juice.  It's quite disgusting, yet I am intrigued by it.  Such is the nature of a biology major.  &lt;a href="http://www.limecat.net/"&gt;http://www.limecat.net/&lt;/a&gt;  you must go to this website. Or else you are not my friend.  Now go forth and be prosperous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111341152099890687?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111341152099890687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111341152099890687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111341152099890687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111341152099890687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-painted-my-toesies-and-theyre-pretty.html' title='I painted my toesies and they&apos;re pretty'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111274721736819501</id><published>2005-04-05T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:26:57.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia is a fabulous thing...</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting on my bed in my room reading my book for english, like ya do, when I hear some faint music coming from outside.  As it gets closer, I recognize it to be "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."  Then I realized, it was an ice cream truck!!  My only regret is that I didn't get to run outside and get some ice cream myself.  I think all colleges should circulate ice cream trucks around the campus.  It would make students happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111274721736819501?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111274721736819501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111274721736819501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111274721736819501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111274721736819501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/04/nostalgia-is-fabulous-thing.html' title='nostalgia is a fabulous thing...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111198000965288145</id><published>2005-03-27T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:20:09.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in a nut shell (an acorn, if you will):</title><content type='html'>spring break, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;shop for cute cheap clothes&lt;br /&gt;good to be home and sleep in my comfy bed&lt;br /&gt;bowling=fun in mass abundance&lt;br /&gt;i heart my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;lazy and watch tv... a lot&lt;br /&gt;mcg, micro lab, obese rats, and totally exhausted&lt;br /&gt;marvelous weather&lt;br /&gt;rollerskating=groovy&lt;br /&gt;rush rush rush&lt;br /&gt;no homework done&lt;br /&gt;frisbee went in the mud hole&lt;br /&gt;my baby bunny&lt;br /&gt;lots of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;red peeps are scary lookin&lt;br /&gt;pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;good times&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111198000965288145?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111198000965288145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111198000965288145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111198000965288145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111198000965288145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-nut-shell-acorn-if-you-will.html' title='in a nut shell (an acorn, if you will):'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111082493629157958</id><published>2005-03-14T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T13:28:56.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pi Day!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Pi Day, yay!!!!!!!  I always loved pi day in school cause we got to eat food and do fun extra credit stuff in math class.  I guess I'll have to have my own celebration this year (I don't think my Calc professor would be up to it).  So I was looking around at the Pi Day websites and this one dude decided to memorize Pi by associating each digit with a different word or something like that.  So here're a sample of what he did for the 2nd 500 digits: &lt;br /&gt;honeybee, foam, mush, commie, Magi, hanger, rice, jail, judge, worm, salve, cheese, net, map, herb, roach, ump, lion, wiener, gum, kite, hippies, gauze, ant, cube, fish, subway, harem, eggs, eunuch, keys, limo, penny, Tokyo, Twiggy, Eugene, palm, attic, chalk, helen, move, arch, crow, heavyweight, fire, shake, ouch-ouch, bear, sail, thumb, noose, seesaw, leach, Fiat, hankie, diarehea, hellion, jam, algae, sci-fi, nuke, cave, Luke, ghetto, mayor, Inca, leek, calf, beach, wasp, tag, mesh, mica, tack, Vogue, window, orgy, pharaoh, Warsaw, bees, dune, hangar, pillow, mower, maze, tower, Jello, ruby, wolf, lamb, agate, soil, sequoia, bong, yankee, patch, VP, nail, heavy-hippo, gnome, lawyer, news, Ethiopia, ballet, jet, Taiwan, tongue, peas, hand, peach, sieve, gyro, zoom, wirer, tofu, towel, beehive, dime, Jane, pig, quarry, kayak, Adam, spa, bush, weasel, Dave, wax, queen, teddy, mohair, baby, bib, papaya, half-a-ham, can, bike, Visa, Arab, bowl, weeds, elbow, comma, dough, game, knife, tissue, sap, Jim, dove, whale, peel, sauna, warrior, lab, rail, lime, rash, boss, view-home, swing, choir, knoll, nun, moose, van, helium, Mary, rye, chief, lasso, mail, Hunch, tuba, moth, toffee, Eve, twig, outhouse, toes, Zeus, moat, mike, wavy-hem, fig, Halloween, fife, chili, fake, wall, memo, NASA, UFO, May-wave, deer, gneiss, sheet, coat, cookie, GI-Joe, hobbit, reggae, mace, mule, buffet, Noel, yam, rabbi, Zorro, navy, eagle, lorry, chef, wigwam, dude, Libya, ledge, knave, chamois, heavy-oaf, name, hole, mug, evacuee, wallabee, amigo, wallet, pail, coke, photo, waffle, cock, office, Hell, Moon, head, gate, onion, Jif, switch, judo, mesa, acid, bean, coffee, cashew, shoe, tattoo, yacht, apple, boa, hose, pin, DJ, ring, seed, pave&lt;br /&gt;Pretty funny and pretty odd huh?  Well I think that took up enough space for now.  Everyone have a great Pi Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111082493629157958?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111082493629157958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111082493629157958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111082493629157958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111082493629157958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-pi-day.html' title='Happy Pi Day!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111072792089017753</id><published>2005-03-13T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T10:32:00.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 450px" align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=6154"&gt;Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a title="User Profile" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=naw5689"&gt;naw5689&lt;/a&gt; and taken 21718 times on &lt;a title="bzoink!" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Are you male or female:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Belle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Sitting, Waiting, Wishing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;How do some people feel about you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Bubble Toes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; 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BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Cupid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe where you want to be:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mudfootball&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe what you want to be:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Good People&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe how you live:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Dreams Be Dreams&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe how you love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Inaudible Melodies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Share a few words of wisdom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Drink the Water&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 15px; PADDING-LEFT: 15px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 15px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="Create a Survey" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Search Surveys" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="bzoink!" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111072792089017753?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111072792089017753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111072792089017753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111072792089017753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111072792089017753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/03/describe-yourself-using-one-band-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-111068858662286664</id><published>2005-03-12T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:36:26.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>::sniffle, sniffle::</title><content type='html'>Once again I watched the movie The Notebook, and once again I cried my eyes out.  That has got to be one of the greatest movies.  Having watched that makes me have to do this:  I LOVE DAVID REIMCHE!!!  I miss my boyfriend.  But I'll get to see him soon because there's only one more week until Spring Break!  I'm sooo excited.  And I just can't hide it.  teehee.  I'm not doing anything big over the break.  I get to spend 2 days at MCG (Medical College of Georgia) and hang around labs to see what they do and help out and stuff.  So that should be fun.  I'm gonna go roller skating because I haven't done that in forever and it's a lot of fun.  But of course I have to make it through this week first.  It shouldn't be too bad.  I have a biology test Monday (I still have 4 chapters to catch up on...), but that's about the only hard thing I have to do all week.  I really should be studying now.  The weather was so beautiful today, but instead of being outside playing frisbee like I should have been doing, I was good and stayed inside and read.  It was too windy to read outside.  Oh well.  I think I'm gonna go drink a coke now.  That'll keep me up late even if I'm not reading and I wanna go to sleep.  Good stuff.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-111068858662286664?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/111068858662286664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=111068858662286664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111068858662286664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/111068858662286664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/03/sniffle-sniffle.html' title='::sniffle, sniffle::'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110978356153696263</id><published>2005-03-02T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:20:32.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm famous!</title><content type='html'>So I'm really excited because my dinosaur comic was posted today!!! For all of you who don't know what dinosaur comics are, you're missing out. Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.qwantz.com"&gt;http://www.qwantz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now and start checking them out. There's a new one almost everyday. And the coolest part is that it's the same frames everytime, the text is just changed, which makes it totally awesome. So one day I decided to make my own dinosaur comic based on this crazy dream I have (I actually thought of it when trying to think of a senior prank in high school, but I think I was the only one who really appreciated the idea). Then I sent it to the guy who runs the website and makes the real comics (who is officially on my cool list now), and he said he'd post it in the fan art section. woohoo! So without further ado, here is the link to &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; dinosaur comic. &lt;a href="http://www.qwantz.com/fanart/frolicingisfun.png"&gt;http://www.qwantz.com/fanart/frolicingisfun.png&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it totally rocks your socks off, and feel free to leave feedback on it here. Maybe I'll start doing comics more often.... Yay for me! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110978356153696263?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110978356153696263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110978356153696263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110978356153696263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110978356153696263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-famous.html' title='I&apos;m famous!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110969351401057942</id><published>2005-03-01T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T11:11:54.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's beginning to look a lot like-- hey, wait a minute!</title><content type='html'>So despite the fact that it was freezing outside this morning, I decided to make my way to the gym.  I would later not mind the cold.  First of all, I had a great work out.  I did a mile on the elliptical and then I did a bunch of leg weight machine thingies.  So I was about to leave and I'm looking out the door and I'm like "oh crap it's raining and really hard."  But then I looked closer. It didn't look so much like rain... it looked like snow!  So I go outside and what do you know, IT WAS SNOWING!!!  Greatest morning ever!  So I casually walked back to my room enjoying the winter wonderland.  I caught snowflakes on my toungue, it was sticking to my clothes, it was fabulous!  I don't think it's going to stick, but even if it doesn't I still want it to keep snowing.  It's so pretty.  So hopefully this will signal a great day.  woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110969351401057942?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110969351401057942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110969351401057942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110969351401057942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110969351401057942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like-hey.html' title='it&apos;s beginning to look a lot like-- hey, wait a minute!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110903860084018211</id><published>2005-02-21T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:16:40.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Analysis</title><content type='html'>People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;&lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building, someone may destory overnight;&lt;br /&gt;Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, the may be jealous;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis, it is all between you and God;&lt;br /&gt;It was never between you and them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;--Mother Teresa of Calcutta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110903860084018211?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110903860084018211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110903860084018211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110903860084018211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110903860084018211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/02/final-analysis.html' title='The Final Analysis'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110791176165557062</id><published>2005-02-08T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:17:56.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>silly buttons</title><content type='html'>I wish this week were over already. I have the rough draft of my essay due tomorrow, the actual essay due Friday, and a Calculus test Thursday. And I don't know how to do calculus. It's evil. Sooooo yeah.  My David is coming to see me this weekend! That makes me super happy. Next Monday is Valentines Day! I want chocolate!!! Yeah I'm being really spastic and avoiding writing my essay. But I really do want chocolate. Hehe. Last weekend was the WCF women's retreat. That was fun. It was near Gatlinberg, Tennessee, and it was supposed to take us only 4 hours to get there. Well, it took us 6. We kinda got lost when we were almost there. We missed the last turn (only because the directions didn't tell us to turn there) and ended up going up this long, curvy, dark, and scary mountain road for about 30 minutes. Then we got to the end. Yes. The end of the road. The cement stopped and the dirt began. There were some grave stones scattered about up there too. So we turned around. Really fast. And when we finally got good enough reception to call someone we found out where we went wrong. But it was fun. Kinda. Lol. And we made sock puppets! Mine is really cute. I forgot what I named her. But I guess I never really decided on a definite one. So if anyone wants to name my sock puppet feel free to. It's a girl, she has a red heart nose, wiggly eyes, a red bow, blue and purple hair, and christmas light earings (and some of the lights are hanging in her hair too). So there you go. The weather is has been really pretty since this weekend. It should be this way all the time! Well I guess I've spent enough time procrastinating. Ok lady I love you buh bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110791176165557062?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110791176165557062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110791176165557062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110791176165557062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110791176165557062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/02/silly-buttons.html' title='silly buttons'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917609.post-110730553766263340</id><published>2005-02-01T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:52:17.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zippity doo da...</title><content type='html'>Today has been a really awesome day.  I figured out how  I can graduate in 4 years, which totally rocks.  I actually understood stuff in calc recitation today.  I had a really good lunch (and I know that sounds funny, but wait til you go to the dining hall one day and think, all this food looks like crap, but then find something and it turns out to be the best lunch ever).  Then tonight I got to go "office space" (even though I haven't seen that movie yet, that how everyone who helped put it, but I do plan on seeing the movie) on an old copy machine.  I took a bat to it and beat some of the guts out of it.  It was lots of fun.  And now I get to watch Gilmore Girls and One Tree Hill (only semi-guilty pleasures).  Yay for good days!  I hope everyone else had one.  If not I'll pass some of my happiness on to you.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110730553766263340?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110730553766263340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110730553766263340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110730553766263340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110730553766263340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/02/zippity-doo-da.html' title='zippity doo da...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110719382117923562</id><published>2005-01-31T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T12:50:21.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Roses are red, violets are blue / That's what they say, but it just isn't true / Roses are red, and apples are, too / But violets are violet, violets aren't blue / An orange is orange, but Greenland's not green / A pinky's not pink, so what does it mean? / To call something blue when it's not, we defile it / But what the heck, it's hard to rhyme violet." --Dot from the Animaniacs&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend gave me roses this weekend!  And they're sooo pretty.  So I think I'm gonna try to dry some of them.  I tried this once with daisies and failed horribly.  But I think this time I might just press the petals.  It'll be fun. &lt;br /&gt;So it was an icy wonderland this weekend.  It was kind of fun actually.  I ice skated to dinner.  People were outside sliding around in laundry baskets and on food trays.  I'm proud to say that I didn't fall and bust my butt any. &lt;br /&gt;I just had my first bio test about an hour ago.  It wasn't too bad.  Everything was just really disorganized cause the tests were locked in an office and the professor couldn't get in, so we started late, and when we finally got them we didn't have all the pages and it was just a mess.  But it finally worked out.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that a lot of guys at Tech are rude and have no manners.  They're probably the nerdy ones that spend most of their time playing video games and are afraid of girls.  Cause I was walking back to my room and I had to walk on these stepping stones.  And the grass all around them was muddy.  So a series of guys is coming from the opposite direction, and they totally just don't even pay attention and care and they all keep walking on the stepping stones while I'm forced out into the mud.  And a lot of guys are always so pushy when it comes to get on and off the bus.  I don't mean to sound biotchy or anything.  Just I would think it was common courtesy or something.  Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll eat lunch or do homework now.  I'm not feeling very productive.  I waste too much time on this stupid computer.  Why?!  Someone please break me of my terrible habit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110719382117923562?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110719382117923562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110719382117923562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110719382117923562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110719382117923562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/01/roses-are-red-violets-are-blue-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110633542101046751</id><published>2005-01-21T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T14:23:41.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock knock.  Who's there?!</title><content type='html'>Whoever posted the comment about the ducks and the geese to my January 9th post, I would greatly appreciate it if you would identify yourself.  Cause it says anonymous and I don't know who you are.  And now you probably won't tell me just to annoy me.  That's not very nice.  So please tell me!!!  Actually, for anyone who comments, it would be really great if you would sign you name or something, unless it's just blatently obvious who you are.  So yeah.  Thanks a bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110633542101046751?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110633542101046751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110633542101046751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110633542101046751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110633542101046751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/01/knock-knock-whos-there.html' title='Knock knock.  Who&apos;s there?!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110616271742815677</id><published>2005-01-19T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T14:25:17.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy frozen appendages Batman!</title><content type='html'>So it's totally freezing cold outside.  And I have to go to Calculus in about 20 minutes.  I would much rather stay inside all day and watch TV or read or something.  But my room isn't much better, since the heater doesn't work!!!!!!  Perhaps I'll move to a remote island where I can lounge on the beach all day.  I'm finally getting over my cold.  Perhaps I have passed it on to some other unfortunate soul.  I apologize. &lt;br /&gt;I have been receiving calls on my phone from numbers I do not know for about a week now.  I have gotten 3 or 4 of them.  It's quite odd.  And I think they're all different numbers.  One of them actually left me a message.  See on my voicemail I say "Hey it's Jennifer, if you love me leave me a message."  So apparently this person who I don't know found it appropriate to say "I love you, so call me back!"  So, yes.  Ummmm......... yeah. &lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with myself again today.  I was all bundled up in my pea coat with my fabulous new scarf and my lovely pink hat, and I thought to myself "well aren't I just the cutest thing."  I don't think that's conceited or anything.  I think everyone should love themself and think themself cute.  Not too much of course though.  It creates a healthy self image.  I was also proud of myself for wanting to learn biology today.  I would much rather take bio notes than go to Calculus.  But alas.  I should probably get ready to go now.  I have to bundle up again.  If I had the wardrobe, I would bundle up like that kid on "A Christmas Story."  Ralphie's brother, the one who couldn't put his arms down.  That would be fun for a while.  I would go rolling down a hill.  But I'm going to go learn about improper integrals now (because we all know that improper integrals are much more fun than proper integrals)   ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110616271742815677?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110616271742815677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110616271742815677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110616271742815677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110616271742815677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/01/holy-frozen-appendages-batman.html' title='Holy frozen appendages Batman!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917609.post-110533062464487409</id><published>2005-01-09T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:17:04.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now back to your regularly scheduled program</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back at the GT after a fabulous month break.  I was really lazy and didn't do anything too exciting.  Christmas was awesome.  I got a digital camera and so now I wanna take pictures of everything I see.  It's crazy.  I did some shopping, hung out with friends and had some fun.  We had a fire in our backyard.  That was insane.  It was from the neighbors thinking they completely put out the flame after burning leaves in the yard, but they didn't.  It was 1:30 in the morning and we look out the window and we see flames.  Luckily we have a large backyard and the fire was near the back and not close to the house at all.  Anywho.  Classes start tomorrow and I'm really liking my schedule.  This is my slightly easier-bring up my gpa semester.  I have a bad cold, which is a really sucky way to start out the semester.  And my boyfriend David isn't coming back to GT.  It's complicated, but he's going to school in our hometown to be a high school math teacher (yay for math!) and we're staying together.  So it'll all be ok.  So now a completely random thought I pondered while going to the drivethrough at the bank with my mom over the break:  if it were possible to shrink people, I would want to be shrunk to the size of those tube thingies that you put your stuff in to send to the teller and ride in one of those.  You would just shoot through that tube thingy.  I think that would be so much fun  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110533062464487409?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110533062464487409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110533062464487409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110533062464487409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110533062464487409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-now-back-to-your-regularly.html' title='And now back to your regularly scheduled program'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110277685789705772</id><published>2004-12-11T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:54:17.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, Daddy. Teacher says every time a bell rings, and angel gets his wings.</title><content type='html'>Finals are over and I'm going home today!  Wow, I survived my first semester at college.  It's kinda weird.  And really really awesome.  I'm so excited that I get a month off for the break.  I had fun last night.  I went to Moe's to eat with Anne because the dining hall was closed... along with every other eating place on campus.  And they're closed until next semester.  So what are those poor people that stay here until Sunday supposed to eat?  Well after that I was supposed to watch the Family Guy Holiday Special with Woodhurst.  But he stood me up. Hahaha.  Apparently he was asleep.  Mmmmhmmmmm.  It's ok, I'll forgive him.  So I watched TV alone and that was cool.  It was a funny show.  Then I started packing and realized I really needed to vaccuum (I know that's probably spelled wrong, but I don't remember if it's really vaccum or vacuum, and I'm too lazy to look it up).  So I got out my handy dandy hand vac, and used it to clean the whole floor.  So that was fun.  Hehe.  Then I called my boyfriend.  Because I miss my David.  Ok, sorry, had to throw in an "awww" mushy kinda moment.  Then I called my mom and talked for an hour about what I need to bring home, etc.  Then I keep packing for about another hour.  Then I get this call from Rachel.  And I thought we would just end up talking for a few minutes as usual, but then it ends up with her coming over.  I was like, yay maybe this will be sort of an eventful night.  Cause I haven't seen Rachel in a while and we don't get to hang out a lot.  So she came over and I finished packing and then we went outside and played with our super cool glow-in-the-dark frisbees.  Cause we're just cool like that.  Then we came back inside and defrosted and it was like 2:30 in the morning so Rachel had to go and then I went to sleep.  So that was fun!  Yay for me.  So now I need to go find something to eat and shower and all that jazz.  Sooooooo... Happy Holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110277685789705772?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110277685789705772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110277685789705772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110277685789705772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110277685789705772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/12/look-daddy-teacher-says-every-time.html' title='Look, Daddy. Teacher says every time a bell rings, and angel gets his wings.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110255850520325551</id><published>2004-12-08T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T21:15:05.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule #4:  Always make him wonder what you are thinking.</title><content type='html'>Well you don't have to wonder what I'm thinking right now because I'm telling you.  Haha.  SO.  Yay, I'm done with my chemistry and calculus exams.  Woohoo.  Now I just have to get through biology.  I wish I was more excited about bio, especially since it's my major.  Oh well.  Maybe some other time.  So I went to the gym this morning and had a real nice workout.  Then I went to the dining hall for lunch.  There was nothing good.  So I ate pizza and french fries.  Way to go on canceling out my exercise.  I didn't really get any studying done today, so I guess I'm gonna be up late doing that.  Maybe.  I get to go home in 2 days!  I'm happy about that.  I talked to my mommy for 2 hours on the phone today.  It was crazy. &lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I have some sort of giggle disease.  Cause I always get the giggles.  But hey, "they" say that people who laugh more live longer.  I really can't wait to cut all my hair off.  I'm going to do it next Thursday, the 16th.  From scalp to end I'd say it's about 20 inches right now.  That's a whole lot of hair.  And I'm cutting off about 10 1/2 inches.  So yeah, that'll be fun. &lt;br /&gt;Well I think it's study time now.  Or I need to start packing.  Something other than this.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110255850520325551?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110255850520325551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110255850520325551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110255850520325551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110255850520325551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/12/rule-4-always-make-him-wonder-what-you.html' title='Rule #4:  Always make him wonder what you are thinking.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110230506874590576</id><published>2004-12-05T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:51:08.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the bear dissolve in water?</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of the dreaded finals week.  I have been studying chemistry all day today.  I will get up tomorrow and when I am not eating or doing other necessary things, I will still be studying chem until 2:50 in the afternoon, which is the time of doom (aka., the chem final). Then after that, do I get a break,  nope, not quite.  I have to study calculus until that final on Wednesday.  Then I have to study biology until that final on Friday!  Then I'll be free!!!  Oh joy, oh rapture.  So everyone please pray for me so that I can make it through this week alive (and pass all my exams/classes).  I just wanna take a break.  And watch TV for a few hours.  And eat an ice cream cone.  Not the ones from the dining hall.  But like from a little ice cream shop.  In a waffle cone.  Mmmm.  I need to stop thinking about food.  So I think I'm going to go to bed.  And get 10 hours of sleep.  Wow, that sounds awesome.  Night night everyone!  (Oh by the way, the answer to the question in the title:  because he was polar!  Haha I'm such a nerd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110230506874590576?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110230506874590576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110230506874590576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110230506874590576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110230506874590576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-did-bear-dissolve-in-water.html' title='Why did the bear dissolve in water?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110192244597365590</id><published>2004-12-01T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T12:34:48.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the stinky cheese man!</title><content type='html'>There are only 2 days of classes left! And then one more week! Then it's Christmas time! Woohoo!!! So I made an awesome study schedule and hopefully I'll follow it. I also made this really awesome quiz. It's kinda about me. And other random stuff. But it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=041201121257-46918"&gt;Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so take my quiz and have a spectacular day. Oh and if you have read the book from which the title of this post if from, you get bonus cool points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110192244597365590?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110192244597365590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110192244597365590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110192244597365590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110192244597365590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/12/run-run-as-fast-as-you-can-you-cant.html' title='Run run as fast as you can, you can&apos;t catch me I&apos;m the stinky cheese man!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110115031649201308</id><published>2004-11-22T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T14:05:16.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsieur Bob, we're not supposed to sing zee bunny song!</title><content type='html'>I get to go home tomorrow!  I excited.  All I have to do is get through my calculus test in the morning (which shouldn't be too bad), and then I'm leaving after that.  I'm hoping I'll get home in time to pick up my brother from school and maybe I'll get to go see some of my old teachers.  I started thinking about what I want to get people for Christmas yesterday and I had no idea.  Well except for one person, I found what I want to get her, I just hope they still have it cause it's awesome!  As for the rest of the people I'm not sure.  I have to get a secret santa gift and I kinda have an idea for that but I'm not sure still.  And the hardest thing to think of right now is a present for my boyfriend.  I want to be crafty and make something.  That would be fun to do for all my friends and family actually.  But I'm not that crafty.  Oh well.  I finally cleaned up my room some but I still really need to vacuum.  Ewww.  So chemistry is stupid.  I'm a biology major.  Jeez.  Oh and if you haven't seen The Incredibles, you should.  Cause I said so.  And it just happens to be really really good.  Ok, well I have to start packing.  Happy Turkey Day everyone!!! gobble gobble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110115031649201308?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110115031649201308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110115031649201308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110115031649201308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110115031649201308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/11/monsieur-bob-were-not-supposed-to-sing.html' title='Monsieur Bob, we&apos;re not supposed to sing zee bunny song!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110088930953783614</id><published>2004-11-19T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T13:35:09.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No pun achieved!</title><content type='html'>Who's happy this week is over?  I am!!! I had all sorts of stuff to do this week and now I'm done!  And next week I get to go home for Thanksgiving.  I'm enthused.  I can't wait to eat.  I really want some squash casserole. And pumpkin bread.  Mmmmmm....  Ok, enough about food.  So there's this web site that I've been playing with a lot, but it's fun and everyone else should go and get addicted to it too.  &lt;a href="http://snowflakes.lookandfeel.com/"&gt;http://snowflakes.lookandfeel.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to it and you can make your own snowflakes, or if you aren't feeling particularly artistic at the time, you can just look in the gallery.  They're really pretty and fun to make.  So hop to it (like a snowshoe rabbit)! &lt;br /&gt;So I went and played putt-putt with the posse from WCF last weekend and it was tons of fun.  I got a hole in one on the last hole!  Yay for me.  Then I played games and won tickets which enabled me to get spiffy prizes.  I think my favorite prize is the tooth.  Yes I got a tooth.  He is spongey and he smiles and his name is Toothy.  And he has a cavity.  But he's a happy tooth anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110088930953783614?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110088930953783614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110088930953783614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110088930953783614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110088930953783614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-pun-achieved.html' title='No pun achieved!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-110019662047829113</id><published>2004-11-11T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T13:10:20.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellllllooooo kitty!</title><content type='html'>It's yucky and rainy outside, but it's ok cause I have no more classes today and I'm wearing my new warm and cozy sweater that I got for my birthday.  I had a calculus test this morning which wasn't fun and my chem recitation was canceled, so I'm finished!  But I plan on doing lots of homework.  So Anne came over last night and we were doing homework and we started talking about something to do with a boy having her baby and we went on to some other random topic and something made us get the giggles.  But it wasn't just the regular giggles, this was like nonstop really hard laughing for like 10 or 15 minutes.  It was fun.  And now we'll live longer.  I just wish we could remember what spurred the fit.  Oh well.  I have no 8AM classes next semester!   I'm so happy.  My earliest classes Mon, Wed, and Fri are at 10, and Tue and Thur they're at 2 and 3 (respectively).  Only 3 weeks of classes left!!! Woohoo.  I'm trying to learn some more sign language cause it's fun.  And who knows when I might need it.  I should learn to say something really philosphical or inspirational.  Like "Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go; it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow" -Alice Mackenzie Swain.  Yeah.....  right...... Ok well since nobody seems to want to post answers to the questions I put up at the end of my splurges, I'm going to stop doing them until I get an overwhelming diluge of requests to bring them back.  I put a lot of heart and soul into those questions, and look what I get! Nothing!  Teehee.  Ok, I'll talk to you guys later.  Unless I'm only just talking to myself... then, uhhh nevermind....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-110019662047829113?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/110019662047829113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=110019662047829113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110019662047829113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/110019662047829113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/11/hellllllooooo-kitty.html' title='Hellllllooooo kitty!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-109959511485997711</id><published>2004-11-04T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T14:05:14.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I didn't vote. Whatcha gonna do about it?!</title><content type='html'>2 days until my birthday!!!!!!!  Yippy skippy.  So I'm writing this essay for my english class. And it's supposed to be an argument paper about and article that has to do with technology (as usual).  So I stumble along this article called "Romance in the Information Age" by Christine Rosen.  It's about how the use of technologies such as the phone, instant messaging, and even this thingy I'm writing on now, influences our emotions.  When I saw this I immediately knew I had to write about it because I have been victim of this before.  The most obvious thing for me is instant messages.  You can never get your point across the way you want to when you're talking about something on the internet.  I've tried to ask someone out on an instant message before, and at first they thought it might be my little brother on the computer playing a joke.  Now how is that supposed to make me feel.  It just doesn't work right.  Even on the phone.  If you're furious at your ex-boyfriend for breaking up with you and not bothering to tell you about it, you can't yell at him and know that he's listening or even caring what you're saying if you do it over the phone.  Anyways.  That's enough about that.  I'm sure most everybody has skipped through what I just wrote or even stopped and closed the window.  But that's ok.  You aren't cool enough!  Haha. Just kidding.  I love you all.  So I was eating a fruit roll up the other day (yeah, you remember those things? they're awesome!) and I couldn't get it unrolled.  I mean seriously, I don't remember ever having a problem with them when I was little, so what's with it now.  Whatever, after about 15 minutes of fiddling with it and having little green pieces of it everywhere I finally got it undone and was able to eat the chewy fruity goodness.  So this leads me to my random question of the day (which no one bothered to answer last time! I'm ashamed of you all!):&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite junk food or candy or whatever as a child that you haven't had since you were little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-109959511485997711?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/109959511485997711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=109959511485997711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/109959511485997711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/109959511485997711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-i-didnt-vote-whatcha-gonna-do-about.html' title='No, I didn&apos;t vote. Whatcha gonna do about it?!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-109916653764896651</id><published>2004-10-30T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T16:02:17.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a jump to the left...</title><content type='html'>So Rocky Horror Picture Show was awesome.  We time warped our butts off.  Tomorrow is Halloween!  Yay for candy and stuff.  Too bad I don't get to go trick or treating.  One week til my birthday!!! I'm going to be 19.  It's not a very special age.  But I did start thinking that it does kinda start the actual feeling old thing.  I mean when you turn 18 it's like, that's the big age to turn, but you're still just a teenager.  You just crossed that milestone.  Turning 19 is just like, wow now I'm just getting old.  Anywho.  I really want to go shopping.  With my mom.  Cause when I go out shopping now I see a bunch of stuff I want but I know I can't waste my money on it.  But when I go home next weekend I can go shopping with my mom and she can buy stuff for me and I don't have to feel bad about it :-)  I really wish it was Christmas.  Not because of the presents, but just because I love Christmas time.  Wearing warm clothes when it's really cold.  The Christmas smell.  Going shopping for other people.  Being with the people you love.  It's great.  But I'm sure it will come quickly enough now that it's the end of October.  I also really like the fact that we're done with school 2 weeks before Christmas.  So now that I've blabbed on about stuff I have a question for any of the cool people who have decided to read this.  It's just a fun question so feel free to leave me a comment.  It'll be fun. Come on, everyone else is doing it.  Teehee. &lt;br /&gt;If you could only listen to one CD for the rest of your life (it can't be a mix you make, it has to be one you can buy at the store) what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-109916653764896651?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/109916653764896651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=109916653764896651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/109916653764896651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/109916653764896651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-just-jump-to-left.html' title='It&apos;s just a jump to the left...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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-8917609.post-109899764665841744</id><published>2004-10-28T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T17:07:26.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Duck duck goose" was not my favorite game as a child.  I just like ducks and geese.  Gooses.  Geeses.  Whatever.  So there's a football game tonight against VA Tech.  What the heck is a Hokie anyways?  Costume party tomorrow night!  I'm gonna be a dancer.  But I'm not gonna dress how nondancers thing dancers dress all the time. You know- black leotard, pink tights, tutu, etc.  I'm gonna dress like a real dances dresses in class.  So I'm gonna be kinda tacky lookin.  But it's fun.  And I need to think of something for David to dress up as.  Maybe a pirate.  Arrrrrr!!! I dunno.  Then we're going to see Rocky Horror Show! Woohoo!  And I'm dressing up for that too.  I'm ready to do the time warp baby!  So I'm totally not doing my homework like I should be right now.  And that's fun.  And there's a roach living somewhere in my desk.  So if anyone is being an exterminator for Halloween and would like to come kill this ferocious monster, let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917609-109899764665841744?l=ilikebubbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/feeds/109899764665841744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8917609&amp;postID=109899764665841744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/109899764665841744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917609/posts/default/109899764665841744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikebubbles.blogspot.com/2004/10/duck-duck-goose-was-not-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06760332820635609592</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>
