<?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-5885344</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:59.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Interested in what's going on with my life? Just here to listen to me whine and complain? Didn't think so, but then why ARE you here? Why not stick around for a while? Sit back....pull up a comfy chair...relax.....prepare to enter a world of total insanity.....Bwa ha ha!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-107333970528675000</id><published>2004-01-05T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T16:56:06.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realize I haven't blogged in a while and there's a reason for it: I've gotten a NEW blog! Check it out at: &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=ceruleanblu"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=ceruleanblu&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be blogging at my Xanga site more often than here.  I like it better because I can upload pictures directly from my compter! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-107333970528675000?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107333970528675000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107333970528675000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333970528675000' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-107178363624113411</id><published>2003-12-18T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T16:40:50.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.  One more final to go.  Psych tomorrow.  Shouldn't be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, for the most exciting news of the day......&lt;strong&gt;LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was quite possibly the coolest movie I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Courtney and Lyndsey for lunch at Wendy's and then we met up with Becca and Steph at Regal (I still like to call it Hoyt's, but oh, well) for a 3:00 showing of Lord of the Rings.  Ohmigosh, Jenn and Michelle! We were watching it at about the same time! Coolness! We may not have gotten to see the movie sitting next to each other, but we all watched it together in spirit. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely worth the six bucks and the 3 hours and 11 minutes of my time.  Words cannot describe how cool that movie was....it was beyond awesome.  And yes, Courtney, there was definitely some Frodo-Sam sexual tension in there, especially at the end.  Haha...LOL...Courtney had her hobbit-foursome at the end there, too! When they were all jumping on the bed! Courtney and Steph burst out laughing and somehow I knew exactly what they were laughing at, because I was thinking the same thing....Dirty minds....poor Tolkien was probably rolling around in his grave...Sorry, J.R.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***WARNING*** &lt;strong&gt;This blog contains major spoilers&lt;/strong&gt;. Do NOT proceed in reading this message if you haven't seen Lord of the Rings: Return of the King yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action sequences were incredible.  Two of my favorite action/fight sequences were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Legolas (my man! I heart Orlando "Orli" Bloom...That long blond hair...piercing blue eyes....those pointed ears...oh, yeah...) jumped up on that elephant/wooly mammoth-ish creature and shot everyone on top with arrows, then killed the creature, then slid (or surfed) down its trunk as it fell to the ground.  Didn't think he could top the whole shield-surfing down the stairs from Two Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In a definite girl-power moment (and perhaps my favorite scene), the Witchking tells Eowyn that no man can kill him.  She takes off her helmet and is all like, "I am no man!" and she stabs him in the "face" (does he have a face?...) and he dies.  I was like, "You go, girlfriend!"  I think one of the guys behind us in the theater yelled that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many cool parts to mention, but I don't have enough time or space to do so.  Just do me a favor: If you haven't seen the movie, go see it! If you have - go see it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Faramir.  I wish they would have him in more.  But then again, I guess he really isn't a major part of the books, either.  I absolutely love Sam, too.  He's been my favorite hobbit since Fellowship.  I knew he was somethin' special!  He totally kicked butt and saved Frodo's ass.  And at the end when Frodo leaves and Merry, Pippin, and Sam are all crying, I started crying, too!  Those damn hobbits! I wanted to hug them all so they'd feel better.  Steph was crying the whole way out of the theater.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie was over, I gave the gals their Christmas gifts.  I think they liked them.  I hope so, because I spent hours working on them!  There wre many hugs and we all went on our merry, but separate ways.  I wish I would've gotten to talk to Becca and Steph more.  We were sitting in a movie theater, so we couldn't really talk a whole lot about what we were all up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd better go eat dinner now.  Then I'll probably study for my Psych final.  I wanna go see LOTR again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-107178363624113411?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107178363624113411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107178363624113411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178363624113411' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-107159573901493545</id><published>2003-12-16T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T12:29:12.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I certainly am glad that I worked on organizing my notes, and writing out a nice little outline, and making a list of quotes from Poe, Emerson, and Whitman, all for my American Lit final.  And I sure am glad that I rushed to school, practically having a heart attack because 1) I woke up late and 2) Traffic was horrendous and I was stuck behind a construction vehicle for 10 minutes that was travelling approximately 4 miles an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's only my approximation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN, with precisely 1 minute until the final was supposed to begin, I grabbed my things, ripped my car's CD player face plate off and tossed it into the back seat pocket (that's right, HACC thugs - you're not stealing my CD player! *Meh!*), I ran across the ice- and snow-covered parking lot, almost slipping and killing myself at least 3 times that I can remember. Oh, how I dashed across the ice! As I finally made it to Blocker Hall, I thrust open the doors - Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it open! (sorry, couldn't resist a little Poe...), began to sprint up the steps, passed my American Lit prof, ran further up the steps -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!.....hold up!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;"...passed my American Lit prof..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't she have been in the room, since the final had already begun?  I said hello, but she just kept walking and ran out the doors.  I finally made it upstairs into the classroom and everyone was gathering their things.  I asked Jennifer and Jonathan what was going on.  My prof had a family emergency and came to class with all her materials, ready for the final, but once she was there, she decided she could not proceed and needed to go home.  She apparantly started crying and told everyone the final was cancelled and we'd all get A's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove and hurried and note-took all for nothing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Oh, well.  At least now I'll have time to blog.  I changed some things on this page.  I added my test/quiz results on the side bar.  I also moved my Lord of the Rings countdown bar from the bottom of the page to the top of the sidebar, since no one ever noticed it way down on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more finals to go.  I have Education and Statistics on Thursday and Psych on Friday.  Those bastards at Kohl's scheduled me to work every weekday next week except for Christmas day.  I'm gonna check with Jasmine to see if she'll work my Monday or Tuesday shift.  So many hassles...Too little time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom busted the rear-view mirror off the Focus today when she was backing out of the garage.  She's gonna have to use my car until hers is fixed.  I'm hoping she can get her grocery shopping done early tomorrow, as I'm having lunch with some friends, and then off to see Lord of the Rings: Return of the King!!! Yay! Opening day!  I'm so happy! I'll get to see Steph and Becca, whom I haven't seen/talked to for awhile.  Courtney and Lynds will be there, too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...me and Lyndsey worked together on Sunday (when no one in their right mind would venture outside in the snow).  There were hardly any customers in Kohl's so we were folding sweaters in the Misses section.  I swear, women are so messy when they shop.  Sweaters EVERYWHERE!!! Total chaos.  But me and Lynds made it look beautiful (just so unappreciative customers could come in and wreck it again on Monday, I'm sure...).  We were laughing and talking SO loud.  I thought one of the managers was gonna come over and yell at us.  Fine by me.  Maybe they'll fire me....God, I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I should eat lunch.  I'm kinda hungry.  Maybe a sandwich.  Ooh...a deliteful little turkey and provolone one on a kaiser roll with Italian salad dressing *Drool*  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-107159573901493545?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107159573901493545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107159573901493545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107159573901493545' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-107134896074422333</id><published>2003-12-13T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T15:56:14.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Called off work today.  Just plain didn't feel like going in.  They had me scheduled for 8 and 1/2 hours.  Punks....I know, I'm horrible for calling in and lying.  But, man! I should win an Academy Award.  I sounded really ill over the phone.  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! My brother just came inside from golfing and he said a bird crapped on his head! HAHAHAHAHA!!!! How often does &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; happen? Awwww...poor Nicky-wicky.... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom made pizzelles this morning.  Yum! I ate a whole bunch of 'em.  Hopefully we'll be making chocolate chip cookies soon.  My favorites! I wanna make gingerbread men, too.  I like using the icing to decorate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got finals next week.  Grrr...I need to study and cram for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Lyndsey, and Courtney are planning on seeing the Lord of the Rings: Return of the King on Wednesday.  I need to find out what times they're free so I can pick up tickets.  I'm so excited!  But I'll be sad, too, because the trilogy will be complete...no more LOTR movies!  I'll have to rely on Harry Potter and the last Star Wars movie.  Star Wars....when does the next one come out?  Hmmmm....I need to check out IMDb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to snow a whole bunch tomorrow.  We're supposed to get a foot.  I'm excited. But at the same time, I'm pissed off because Kohl's will probably stay open (even though no one comes shopping in the snow) and I'm scheduled to work! And if schools close, I'll have to make up finals Decemeber 22nd! Oh, wait, no I won't.  Prof. Ruediger said that if finals were postponed on Monday she'd just cancel ours because she's leaving the country next weekend.  Probably to go sing in some opera in Italy or something.  She's my new hero.  I could listen toher lecture for hours on end.  Too bad she doesn't teach any other classes I need to take :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  Gotta go.  Pray for snow, everyone! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-107134896074422333?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107134896074422333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107134896074422333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107134896074422333' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-107117507450718315</id><published>2003-12-11T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T15:38:06.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got my English paper back today.  The one that I spent 2 hours writing, never proofread, and emailed to my prof 2 and 1/2 hours after the deadline....and I got a 100%!  She came up to me after class and told me how wonderful my paper was! She only made one mark in the paper - a missed comma!  I'm so glad I have her for English 102 next semester.  Today was my last day of Tuesday/Thursday classes.  No more Statistics!!! WOO-HOO!!!!!  I have an 80.8 in that class.  I need to do well on the final to manage a B in the class.  Fawk! I'm seriously gonna fail it.  At least it's open book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm....I'm eating iced animal crackers.  Yummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom drove me to and from class today because the roads were flooded from all the rain we got yesterday and today.  Cameron Street was closed down by McClay St.  And Elmerton Ave. is prone to flooding, too.  I visited my Grandma, too.  Grandma Kate, that is, my cool Italian/Pennsylvania Dutch grandmother that cooks a lot and forces me to eat and get fat.  I have put on a few pounds lately.  I need to work out more and eat less.  No Atkins for me, though, Lyndsey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, must work on my Theater project.  Tomorrow's the last day of classes.  Finals are next week, and then I don't have to go to school until January 14, 2004.  Well, I will be up waiting in long lines on Jan. 5th to get textbooks, but that's too scary to think about now.  That reminds me....I need to sell some of my textbooks back to the bookstore.  I think I can do that next week.  After finals some day I'll bee-bop over to Overholt and get rid of my books.  Some of them were really expensive! I'm gonna sell Statistics (duh! no need for that book EVER!), Psych, and Theater.  I'll keep my English anthology so I can treasure it forever (plus I bought it used, so I'd probably only get about $15 for it).  I'm keeping my Education book, too.  THat has a lot of great info in it about the teaching profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I need to make a correction to yesterday's blog entry.  My brother has informed me that his look is not "ghetto-fabulous," but in fact "hooked up."  He claims to have invented the hook up.  Right...and Al Gore invented the internet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-107117507450718315?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107117507450718315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107117507450718315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117507450718315' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-107109190687739502</id><published>2003-12-10T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T11:55:54.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, only two more days of class left! Woo-hoo.  Can't quit now - gotta keep going.  Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry.  Couldn't resist a Dory quote.  I watched Finding Nemo again and I have to say that I honestly enjoyed the movie more the 2nd time.  The 1st time, I found it too..."deep" and philosophical.  But watching it again, I just focused on the cute/funny parts.  Dory is my all-time fave character.  She's so funny.  Ooh! Ooh! I almost forgot - I took a Finding Nemo quiz and here's who I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054595074_ndoryframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are DORY!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough about FN and Dory.  Let's see...what did I do today? I finally returned all my library books.  I took 4 back to Dauphin County Library and 3 to the HACC Library.  I walked over to drop them off a t McCormick and then walked back to the Arts building for Theater.  We finished watching Pippin.  I love musicals.  Hot guy with blond curly hair singing and dancing....*drool* Gotta love curly hair on guys.  And guys that dig musicals (as long as they're not gay....well, not that I dislike gay people, b/c I have nothing against them, I just happen to be straight, personally.  Okay, I've complicated things now...).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I tried parking in this narrow parking space and I thought that I hit the one car, but really I just hit a snow bank.  God, I was ready to pass out.  I was so freaked.  The last thing I need is to destroy my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kohl's yesterday.  Got some Christmas shopping done.  I put some stuff on my charge card for my mom so she'd get my employee discount.  My brother's getting a lovely matching Nike sweatsuit (yeah, Nick! Ghetto-fabulous! Okay, inside joke...).  I was gonna get my mom a new hand mixer, but she didn't like them because they were too heavy.  So I got her a cookie press instead.  Then I found these pink velour pants, so I told my mom to wrap them up and give them to me for Christmas.  Yeah, my mom and I do that every year.  We'll go out shopping and see something we like, just buy it, and give it to one another to wrap up and then act surprised as we open it.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this eyeshadow kit that has just about every color you could imagine.  It was like, $6.25.  Plus I'll get 25% off.  What else did I buy? Oh, yeah! I got mittens! They're really cool! They're knit blue ones with snowflakes on them.  Very cute.  I should've bought a scarf and a hat to go with them.  I do work tonight....Hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist at 3:00.  My mom drove me because I didn't know how to get there! The traffic was horrendous and she was freaking out because she thought we were gonna be late.  No cavities! Yay! I got a new toothbrush, so I'm quite pleased.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go eat dinner.  I work from 5:30 to 9:00.  They gave me a short shift since I had a dentist appointment.  Then I can come home and watch Ryan and Trista's wedding.  Looking forward to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-107109190687739502?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107109190687739502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107109190687739502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109190687739502' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-107091014207913378</id><published>2003-12-08T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T14:02:34.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got homework, but I don't feel like doing it right now.  I work on it later....maybe....too many projects....and finals are next week! Arghh.  Too much stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindercare still hasn't called me for an interview.  I think they have to run background checks and get child abuse clearances first before they can discuss hiring me.  Darn.   Hurry up so I can quit Kohl's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kohl's...tomorrow's Employee Shop Day! Yay! 25% to 30% off everything! Let's just say there will be a lot charged tomorrow.  I'm  gonna get my mom a hand mixer cuz her old one is, like, 20 years old! It's seen better days, so I found this one at Kohl's that has different attachments, like one of those drink mixer thingies!  I think she'll like it.  But that's not a vey good gift for Christmas, I guess.  I mean, the woman brought me into the world and does everything for me, and for Christmas I get her some appliance, almost as if to say, "Get back in the kitchen and make me some food, woman!"  I'm gonna get her something else, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some more sweatpants/yoga pants for my yoga class next semester.  Maybe pink.  I used to not really like pink, but it's grown on me.  Am I a pink kind of person? I dunno...Jenn? Michelle? What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some snooping and found out a couple of my Christmas presents, so I know what not to buy at Kohl's tomorrow.  I know, I'm so evil.  Searching for X-mas presents....really...how old am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the end of the semester.  I'll really miss some of the people I've met in my classes that I've enjoyed hanging out with and talking to.  Maybe I'll see them again.  I'm hoping to exchange email addresses with at least Jennifer and Dan.  Lisa, too.  I'll miss my theater class, too.  Prof. Ruediger is the coolest person I've ever met.  I swear, I could listen to her lecture all day long.  I wish I needed to take another class that she teaches.  I really like theater.  That's the bad thing, because now I'm leaning towards transferring to Penn State HBG, but they don't have any student theater organizations or even theater classes! I could try to start a theater group....hey, Lyndsey?.....wanna start a club?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  I guess I'd better start my homework, seeing as they're both graded assignments.  4 more days of class....and it's all over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-107091014207913378?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107091014207913378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107091014207913378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091014207913378' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-107072973325295424</id><published>2003-12-06T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T11:55:44.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.  I got my English paper done.  I emailed it to my prof yesterday.  She gave us an extension.  We could either drop it off at her office by 2:00 or we could email it to her.  Glad to have that assignment done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a take-home test due Tuesday for Statistics.  We didn't have enough time to fit in one last test, so he just gave us one to do this weekend.  Friday I have a project due for Theater.  I have to pick one of the plays we read for class and then either do a set design or costume design layout.  I'm using Ibsen's "A Doll House" and I'm adapting it to America in 1951.  I'm actually basing Nora on Julianne Moore's character from "The Hours." Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed a whole bunch yesterday and today, but we still had class.  Phooey! We were supposed to get over a foot, but I don't think we got quite that much.  They were expecting the wind to be really bad, and the roads to ice up.  New York and New England got hit worse, I heard.  How's the weather up there, Jenn and Michelle? Are you guys snowed into your dorms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got little Christmas "gifts" ready for all my friends for when I see them over break.  Sorry, guys.  Nothing fancy.  I made something personalized for each of you! I think you'll like them.  I can't wait to see everybody.  Hard to believe there's only a week of class and a week of finals and then the semester is over! Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go work on one of my various assignments.  I have to work tonight from 4:30 to 10:15.  :-P I was hoping that the roads would be worse from the snow and maybe they'd close Kohl's.  Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-107072973325295424?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107072973325295424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107072973325295424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072973325295424' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-107031385991223361</id><published>2003-12-01T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T16:24:29.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been awhile.  I've been incredibly busy with work and homework.  I've got an English paper due Thursday, but I haven't completed my research yet! Hmmm...I should probably be doing that now.... oh, well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 94 on my Psych paper.  I'm quite pleased.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work seriously sucked on Friday.  Not just any Friday, but .... *Cue evil music* Dun, Dun, DUN!!!!! .....&lt;strong&gt;BLACK FRIDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;  At least I didn't have to work that morning.  I "forgot" to tell them I had off school on Friday, so they thought I wasn't available until 2:00 pm.  It was prety busy in the afternoon, but it wasn't bad at all in the evening.  We opened at 5:30 am and I heard the parking lot was filled by 5:00 am and people were parking over by Michaels and Borders and walking over.  Supposedly they ran in when the doors opened.  Haha....Early bird shoppers....I just slept peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday was cool because I finally got to hang out with friends.  Seeing Jenn and Michelle again was awesome! I haven't seen them since Steph's graduation party in July! It was so weird walking into Friendly's and seeing them standing there.  I expected them to be different somehow, but they weren't! We talked about the same things and they were the same two cool people I remember from high school.  It was a really weird, kinda surreal moment walking into Friendly's.  I had a blast, though.  I was definitely glad to see Courtney, too! We have yoga class together next semester, so every Thursday we're gonna have lunch together at the Cooper Center and then go to yoga.  Yay!  Anyway, so we ate at Friendly's.  I had a very yummy chicken caesar salad.  Then we went to the mall for about an hour and a half.  I bought some butter rum lifesavers at the Dollar Store and 3 DVD's at FYE for $24.  I watched 2 of them so far.  Goldmember was hilarious! Signs really freaked me out and I had trouble falling asleep for like, 3 nights after that (who am I kidding, I'm still scared!).  I saw Red Dragon when it was in theaters, so I'll watch the DVD sometime during X-Mas break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll go do some work (or I could surf the 'net for a while...yeah...that sounds better).   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-107031385991223361?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107031385991223361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/107031385991223361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107031385991223361' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106971700846421641</id><published>2003-11-24T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T18:36:56.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm nice 'n comfy in my Eeyore pajama pants and Eeyore slipper socks.  Can you tell I like Eeyore? What's not to love - those sad eyes, that nice little pink bow that just doesn't seem to stay attached to his butt for very long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got a new car.  The Taurus was getting kind of old...well, maybe not old, but it was time for a new car.  The heater didn't work right and the car was about 6 years old.  We got a Ford Escape.  It's an SUV, but it's one of those small SUVs, so it's not like this humungous, gas-guzzling beast of a vehicle.  It's this pretty blue color.  I like it.  I got to go for a drive in it.  I'm looking forward to testing it out in the driver's seat ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to read some Frederick Douglass essay for tomorrow, but I really don't feel like it.  I'll just wait till tomorrow morning.  I always get to Foundations of Edu early, so I'll read it then or just ask Jen and Dan what it was about.  Well, actually, Dan probably won't read it either, knowing him.  LOL.  I'll go in tomorrow and he'll be like, "Uh, did you read for Lit last night," and once again I'll be like, "Pffft! No way!"  I'll read it eventually.  Speaking of readings, I haven't written anything in my reading journal for about 3 weeks now.  Whoops...that's gonna suck when I have to turn it in.  I'll get to it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped down at Kindercare and picked up an application.  I went in and there was this receptionist girl there, so I was like, "Uh, I emailed your director about a job and she told me to stop by for an application," and she was like, "Oh! You must be Amanda."  I was like, wow! She told her  to expect me! Maybe I AM gonna get this job.  God, I hope so! I need to quit Kohl's as soon as possible.  If all goes according to plan, I'll only have to work there 4 more times.  Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow Me Childcare also called me. The girl, Regina, was SOOOO nice.  She sounded so sweet on the phone.  She wants me to stop by and pick up an application, too and then schedule an interview.  These daycares are like, all over me.  I'm glad that I shouldn't have much trouble finding a job.  I have to give them all these references and authorize them to do a background check and child abuse clearances.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Michael's afterschool again and picked up more art supplies.  I swear, I waste so much money there.  After I deposited my paycheck, I had like $500 in my checking account.  Then I had to write out a check for about $100 to pay off my Kohl's charge.  Ugh.  I need to cut up that credit card, I swear.  Anyway, I bought more plaster ornaments to paint, some glitter, and more acrylic paint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I should go read for Lit class tomorrow.  Yeah, Jenn and Michelle, just gimme a call on Tuesday night and we'll work out what we're gonna do on Wednesday.  Do you want me to invite anyone else? Lemme know.  Yay! I get to do something fun for once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106971700846421641?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106971700846421641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106971700846421641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971700846421641' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106968377048128862</id><published>2003-11-24T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T09:22:58.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.  Got my psych paper written and I just finished my Theater essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to class now.  I'll write more later, hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106968377048128862?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106968377048128862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106968377048128862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106968377048128862' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106952482699673156</id><published>2003-11-22T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T13:13:54.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually in a good mood today, despite my mounting homework pile.  Yeah, I've got a Psych paper due on Monday, and an essay on "A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen for Theater, but who cares? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my mommy and daddy's wedding anniversary.  Yay! 23 years! Dear God, that's a long time to put up with someone.  But it's cool, so cheers to them! My dad's colonoscopy went well yesterday.  I was kinda freaked out about it.  He's been having problems with iron deficiency for about a year, and the doctors can't figure out why, so they're doing all these tests and stuff, and I was really freaked out that he might have cancer or something really bad.  I feel really relieved that they didn't find anything yesterday.  I was scared and it was really stressing me out on top of all my school- and job-related stress.  I feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited because Kindercare emailed me back.  I emailed them a few days ago asking if they had any part-time job openings for their after-school program.  The director emailed me back and said that my hours of availability were perfect and that I should stop by to fill out an application.  I'm so excited.  It just feels like right now everything is going right for once in my life.  I can finally quit my stupid job at Kohl's.  YESH! No more grouchy customers and freaky hours! Woo-hoo! Boo-ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many good things about working at Kindercare include:&lt;br /&gt;1) It's during the week from 3:00 to 6:00pm, so I wouldn't have to work late nights OR weekends! Yay! Free weekends to work on homework and papers!&lt;br /&gt;2) It's down the street from my house, like 4 blocks away! It'll take me about a minute to drive there (I could walk if I wanted to!).&lt;br /&gt;3) It'll give me good practical experience in dealing with children.  That'll be good practice for when I'm a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'll only have to work 3 hours a day! &lt;br /&gt;5) I get to spend time with kids.  I absolutely adore them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'm pumped up now.  The only bad thing about today is that I have to work tonight from 6:00pm to 12:00 midnight.  It's gonna be a LOOOONG night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106952482699673156?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106952482699673156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106952482699673156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106952482699673156' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106944696447650514</id><published>2003-11-21T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:36:11.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh...so glad it's the weekend.  I have to work tonight from 6:00 to 10:30 and then tomorrow from 6:00 to 12:00 midnight.  Bleh! I don't want to think about tomorrow night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jenn and Michelle: I CAN do something with you on Wednesday.  My last class ends at 11:50 am, so we can hang out in the afternoon/evening whatever.  I have to work Friday evening and Saturday morning and afternoon.  Then I have to work on my English paper Sunday.  So We can get together Wednesday or Saturday night.  Wed is probably better for me, but whatever you guys want.  Email me or post and let me know.  It's up to you! I'm just glad I'll get to see you! It's been months, for Pete's sake! Lyndsey was talking about possibly arranging something over the holiday.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Statistics test back yesterday, and it turns out that I didn't do nearly as bad as I thought.  I somehow got a 79! Yay! And that was BEFORE the curve.  And I did't mess up the takehome test like I thought.  I just screwed up the negative signs.  I still got partial credit.  My total test (in-class and take-home part) wound up being a B.  Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, homework awaits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106944696447650514?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106944696447650514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106944696447650514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944696447650514' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106919243061816298</id><published>2003-11-18T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:53:56.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm feeling a little more relaxed about school (about as relaxed as I can be with all my neuroticisms....is that even a word?...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey emailed me! Yay! I was SOOOOO glad to finally talk to her.  It's been entirely too long.  I can't wait to get together with my friends over the holidays.  I'm just hoping that I won't be working the whole Thanksgiving holiday.  I probably will :-( *Sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed in my Statistics take-home test and took the in-class part today.  I'm sure I failed the take-home portion.  I must've read question #1 fifty times! It made no sense whatsoever.  I don't remember doing anything like that in class or in homework.  And then when I was taking the test this morning, I realized that I screwed up the formula for the z-score on the take-home test.  I did z= μ-x/σ instead of z= x-μ/σ.  ARGGHH!!! I mixed up x and mu!  God, I HATE Statistics.  I'm freaking wasting my time because I don't even need that class anymore since I changed my major! And the test had like, 4 or 5 questions doing the SAME THING.  And we never really did this thing in class, either.  Ugh.  I will be so glad when I never have to take a math class again.  It's the biggest waste of time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on....I thought I said I was feeling relaxed.  What a joke! I guess this is "relaxed" for me.  I'll get my Psych test back tomorrow.  I'm interested to see what I got on that.  I got my American Lit paper back today.  I got an A-.  Yay! I thought for sure I'd get a C.  Dr. Weber always likes my papers and essays for some reason.  That's why I'm taking her for English Comp 2 next semester.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dinner will probably be ready soon.  I think my mom's making meatloaf.  I'll go work on some homework and listen to the Carpenter's Christmas album (I know, I'm a total dork...).  I listened to it on my drive to school and back home this morning.  I was singing along.  I wish I had a better singing voice.  It's better than it was.  I've been practicing and "teaching" myself to sing.  My goal is to be the karaoke queen!!! Haha.  Gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106919243061816298?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106919243061816298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106919243061816298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919243061816298' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106910355885813941</id><published>2003-11-17T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T16:12:45.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Millersville on Saturday for the open house.  I actually really liked it there, but I'm STILL unsure about where I'm transferring to after HACC.  God, why can't I make up my mind!!!! This is driving me insane, because I don't know if I should just go away to MU and try living on my own and being independent for once, or if I should just continue to live at home with my family and go to PSU-Hbg.  I don't know!!!!!! ARGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millersville was cool.  Some of the old buildings were really neat looking, and there's this pond with ducks and two swans named Miller and S'Ville.  That would be a nice place to study or just hang out.  And they've got a gym and a "club" with pool tables, video games, pinball machines, and tables to eat and hang out at.  The administrators and professors that talked and gave speeches were really nice and extremely helpful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally in love and convinced that I'd be going to MU.......until.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......until I saw the dorms.  The halls were really narrow and it smelled.  The dorm rooms themselves weren't that bad. I expected them to be kinda small.  I thought it was cool that everyone hung pictures of themselves and their names and stuff on the dorm room doors.  But the bathrooms were just plain gross.  You have to share a bathroom with a whole hallway of people!!! I mean, I knew that beforehand, but I didn't expect the bathroom to look so much like a....a.....PUBLIC RESTROOM!!! The showers were weird.  There was hardly any light.  I don't even know where you'd put hang your robe! My mom was disgusted with the bathrooms and the dorms which made me feel really uneasy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just so much to take in from that visit.  We toured the whole campus and sat through some presentations on applying and transferring.  Very informative...just....overwhelming.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  The next open house at Penn State HBG isn't until April, so I'm going to call them and see if I can schedule a private tour and interview.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I thought this visit would give me clarity.  It just mixed me up even more! I just want to be sure of what I'm doing.  I hate being so insecure about everything all the time.  It doesn't help that Penn State and Millersville want, like, totally different classes for the sophmore year.  The classes I'm taking next semester will be okay for either school, but I need to know where I'm transferring to by this spring so that I can register for fall classes.  Hopefully I'll have it figured out by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed now.  This crap really stresses me out.  Then there's my dumbass job.  I need to quit it before I go insane.  People, whatever you do, never never NEVER EVER work retail.  They're open on holidays and at crazy hours (who the &amp;*^% is gonna go shopping at Kohl's at 11:00 at night? Come on! Seriously!).  The customers yell at you like you're some kind of moron.  I need to call those daycare centers this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, homework awaits.  I'm sleepy, but I have to do my Statistics take-home test and study for the in-class part for tomorrow.  Then I have to read some Thoreau for Lit.  Oh, joy! Transcendentalism will cheer me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106910355885813941?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106910355885813941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106910355885813941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910355885813941' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106875707713680626</id><published>2003-11-13T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:03:09.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a few days since my last post.  I've been so busy with homework.  And then Kohl's had me working Tue and Wed.  I'm happy I didn't have to work today because I'm still not over my cold or whatever I have.  Right now I'm hopped up on cold medicine.  Mummy bought me some Sudafed at the grocery store today.  That stuff makes me SOOOOO drowsy.  Right now I'm sitting here at the computer and my head keeps slowly dropping down and my eyes start to sorta close. I have that weird feeling (I guess it's sort of a high? I dunno, I've never done drugs, so I wouldn't know! I have that really distant feeling, like my mind is a separate entity from my body). I feel like I could fall asleep at any moment now.  God, I feel like a freaking narcoleptic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  At least my nose stopped running (damn, those pills work fast!)  I was coughing and blowing my nose all through my classes this morning.  I skipped my 8:00 Foundations of Education class because I didn't feel like getting up out of bed.  Seriously.  I kept waking up all night long to blow my nose.  Went through an entire box of Kleenex! (Whoops....). I was so tired when I woke up this morning, and I felt like crap, so I was just like, "Oh, screw it!" So I went back to bed and then got up later to go to American Lit and Statisics.  I had to hand in my take-home test for Education, so I talked to Dr. Miller after his class left out and he wasn't mad that I missed class.  He could tell that I really, truly wasn't feeling well because I sound horribly nasal when I talk and I was hoarse on Tuesday when I did my internet project and our group presentation (Yay! Go Group #3! We rock!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....tired...must go...to bed....so.....sleeeee....eeeepy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna go take a nap because I'm having trouble focusing and staying awake.  At least tomorrow's Friday.  Yay! I get my paycheck! I'll have money to put in my checking account.  WOO-HOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106875707713680626?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106875707713680626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106875707713680626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875707713680626' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106850205264902356</id><published>2003-11-10T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:07:37.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to print out copies of the Education website I chose for my internet project.  30 copies using MY paper and MY ink! Stupid professor...And then, our take-home exam is due tomorrow, even though we're supposed to get a week to work on it and he forgot to give them out Tuesday and gave them to us Thursday instead.  Does that not, then, entitle us to work on it until Thursday??? He didn't seem to think so! Bastard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I'm so tired! And I'm sick, too! My nose is running and my throat is sore, and I've been coughing and hacking all day long.  I thought my Theater prof was gonna kick me out of class! I stopped at Giant and bought throat drops on my way to class this morning.  Yay! Luden's assorted berry throat drops! Woo-hoo! I've been popping them all day! My brother's all like, "You're gonna O.D. on throat drops!" and I'm like, "How?"  There's nothing medicinal in them.  They're basically candy.  So technically, there's no point in buying them because they should have no effect.....oh, well....placebos are good.  Ludens make me feel better and that's what's important, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my throat feels better tomorrow.  I have all this crap to do for my classes, tomorrow.  And I have to work tomorrow! WAHHH!!! I hate my job! I need to find a new one so I can quit stupid Kohl's before the insane Christmas shopping season begins.  I'm probably gonna apply at this daycare where I can work 3:30 to 6:00 during the week.  No weekends! And only 2 1/2 hours a day! Then I can work more hours there over the summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dinner's about ready.  Gotta go eat and do homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106850205264902356?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106850205264902356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106850205264902356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106850205264902356' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106842000946923373</id><published>2003-11-09T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T18:20:13.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Sunday night and I have to go to classes tomorrow.  Ugh.  It's sickening to think the weekend is over already.  It feels like I hardly had a weekend.  Oh, well.  At least a new Alias is on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked from 1:00 to 6:15 yesterday.  I foolishly thought that I'd be able to make it from Kohl's back to my house to wash up and change clothes, and to CD at 6:30.  That's what time I told Courtney I'd meet her.  I got out of work later than I had hoped and rushed around once I got home, only to discover that Lyndsey had left me voicemail on my cell about meeting to see Tartuffe at CD.  I tried to call her back, but she wasn't answering her phone.  I called her house, but her Dad said she'd left to go somewhere.  I just assumed that she had called Courtney and gotten the details and that she was on her way to CD.  But she wasn't.  I feel bad that I didn't have a chance to get a hold of her.  I feel really bad now.  I'm sorry, Lyndsey! You know I luv you, hun! Nothing personal....just bad communication.  Why is it we always play phone tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tartuffe was pretty good.  Really funny.  Kudos to those kids for doing such a good job with a play like that.  It's hard to act plays written in verse - it's especially difficult to overcome the urge to pause at the end of each rhyming line.  I hate when actors do that.  I want to shake them and shout, "Yes! I know the play is written in couplets! But don't READ it in iambic pentameter!"  Oh, well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, so I'm going to go now.  Write more tomorrow hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106842000946923373?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106842000946923373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106842000946923373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842000946923373' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106815531589861944</id><published>2003-11-06T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:48:39.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, my stress level went from, like, through the roof to back to normal (well, normal for ME anyhow...).  I just registered for Spring '04 classes online.  Registration started on Monday, but I've been so busy with school and work that I didn't get a chance to do it until today.  Well, let me tell ya, it was not a pretty sight.  I had carefully chosen the classes I wanted/needed and worked it out so the times fit perfectly.  So I managed to register for 2 and then the nest 2 classes were already filled!!! I was SOOOOO pissed.  I was beyond pissed off.  My brother was in the office with me on the other computer and I was just yelling things and cursing at the poor computer (I'm sorry, Compie, it's not your fault *stroke* *pat* *hug* Okay, so I hug my computer....).  Nick was like, "Okay....let's settle down...."  So, I had to switch some of the times of my classes and I'm not going to be able to take History this semester.  That's okay.  I can wait till fall.  Or maybe summer.  I'm gonna have to take a class over the summer because I changed my major. *Sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my schedule for next semester (notice there are no 8:00 classes...hehe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MWF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~9:00-9:50 ~ English Composition II (with Dr. Weber again! Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;~10:00-10:50 ~ Child Growth and Development&lt;br /&gt;~11:00-11:50 ~ Intro to Business Software&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TuTh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~9:30-10:45 ~ Environmental Science&lt;br /&gt;~11:00-12:15 ~ Social Problems&lt;br /&gt;~1:00-2:40 (Just Thu) ~ Yoga I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm excited now.  I think I like this schedule better.  I've got 3 classes every other day, but the 3rd is computer....I mean, come on! Computer?  That'll be an easy end to my day!  And on Tuesdays and Thursdays I only have to deal with 2 of those horrible 75 minute classes! I'm looking forward to Yoga.  I'm in pretty decent physical shape, but I could stand to lose a pound or two and tone up a little.  I'll get a pretty good workout walking to classes, too.  That's my only complaint.  I have to walk all the way from Whitaker to the Hall Tech Center! That's all the way past the bookstore! I wouldn't mind walking if it were nice weather, but I'll have to do this during the winter! I'll have to remember not to take the steps in front of the bookstore.  I'll slip and kill myself if it gets icy! Yikes!  Well, hopefully I'll get a chance to write more this weekend.  No promises, though.  I get to see Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean tomorrow and Tartuffe on Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me.  I have to do my monologue for Theater tomorrow.  I have it permanently ingrained in my mind right now, but I'll manage to screw it up somehow tomorrow.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106815531589861944?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106815531589861944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106815531589861944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815531589861944' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106808500561918783</id><published>2003-11-05T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T21:16:49.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! I finished my interview project.  Those answers were really powerful.  I gained more insight into the teaching profession from those 14 questions than I have from 11 weeks of my stupid Educational Foundations class! Oh, well.  I'm eternally grateful and permanently indebted to Ms. Long for helping me out with this assignment.  Cheers to Ms. Long! *yay* *hurray* *woo-hoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I make my own sound effects....It's not THAT weird.....okay, maybe it is....but you're tellin' me YOU'RE perfect? We've all got our quirks...Ooh! That reminds me.  Here's my official quote for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EVERYBODY IS SPECIAL. SOME ARE JUST MORE SPECIAL THAN OTHERS." stated by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go.  Alright, I'm hungry so I'm gonna go eat something and then get ready for bed and read those stories for my American Lit class. I think we're starting Emerson and Thoreau soon.  *YAY!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the weekend...well, sort of.  Tomorrow's Thursday.  And I don't have to work til Saturday! Saturday I get to go see Tartuffe, too.  Something to look forward to, thankfully.  Goodnight, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106808500561918783?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106808500561918783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106808500561918783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106808500561918783' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106807600532332074</id><published>2003-11-05T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T21:09:46.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! They let me leave work early today! I asked Laurie to leave at 7:00 instead of 8:45 and she okayed that.  And then, today we had a huge 50% off sale, and they were expecting it to be REEEEEALLY busy, but it wasn't! It wasn't much busier than any other day.  Laurie came around and told me and the other people that were there until 7:00 that we could leave at 6:00 instead.  We had all the registers filled, but there weren't enough customers! They said we were "leaning too much" as in leaning against the counter doing nothing.  Well, ya know what? You try standing for 6 hours in front of a stupid register! Oh, well.  I got to leave early so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to do my monolgue for Theater today, but she pulled names out of a box and my didn't get pulled yet! Yes! But now I just have to go on Friday.  It's okay, I needed the extra time to perfect my memorization.  I'm doing this one part from The Glass Menagerie (my favorite play, by the way...).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn, I'm glad you enjoyed your Ewan "poster"! I used my special glossy photo paper! Michelle, I'll send you something soon! I'm just so busy right now with work and school.  There's no escaping either of them.  Everytime I open the paper or turn on the tv there's a Kohl's advertisement.  Why can't I get away from my job!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  Gotta go check my email to see if Ms. Long emailed me the answers to those interview questions.  It's due tomorrow, so I hope she did! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106807600532332074?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106807600532332074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106807600532332074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106807600532332074' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106788843215188685</id><published>2003-11-03T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T14:40:34.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy, everyone! Today'll be storytime for ya'll.  Time to tell you why I'm a moron....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this morning I'm driving to class and I've got my Clay Aiken CD in my car, blaring "This is the Night" really loud, singing along, and I'm in a great mood.  I park my car and get all my stuff ready, like putting my keys in my purse and grabbing my bookbag.  So I lock my car and start walking towards the campus, and suddenly I realize, "Hey, I don't have my purse with me."  So I run back to my car and, sure enough, my car is sitting on my driver's seat and all the doors are locked.  I can't unlock them because my keys are in my purse, and I can't call my mom because my cell phone is also in my purse.  So I'm like, freaking out because I have to be at my first class in like 3 minutes.  I ran to the building and found this girl, Abby, and was like, "Ohmigod! Can I borrow you cell phone, I locked my purse in my car." So she lets me use it and I call my mom and tell her what happened and tell her to drive up and meet me so I can use her spare key to unlock my car and at this point, I start having, like, an anxiety attack and I'm starting to cry and I feel really stupid about acting this way in front of Abby.  So I thank her for the use of her phone, she offers to tell the prof that I won't be in class because of the situation, and I run out of the building (and, unbeknownst to me, I pass my prof along the way!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find this little gazebo area that's off away from the buildings and near where my mom was gonna meet me and I finish having my anxiety attack (I hate those! I feel like I'm having a heart attack.  I was in tears, and I couldn't breathe, I was sweating, I felt all hot, and my hands didn't stop shaking for like an hour).  So my mom showed up and drove me out to my car and I unlocked it and got my purse and all was well.  I felt so dumb about crying, but I really couldn't help it.  I guess I'm just stressed about everything at school (plus I've been overly emotional since Aunt Flow came to town - if you know what I mean...).  I wound up going back to class for about 20 minutes.  My prof was cool about it.  She wasn't mad that I magically showed up 2/3's of the way through her class.  Oh, well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.  I have to go get my flu vaccine (Wahhhh.....) and then spend the next 6 hours writing my English paper.  Oh, tonight's gonna be fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106788843215188685?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106788843215188685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106788843215188685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106788843215188685' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106770881578171374</id><published>2003-11-01T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T12:46:57.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got some research done for my English paper.  Yay! Finally! I'm not TOTALLY procrastinating this time.  Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucked last night.  There was like, no one in the store.  They only had 3 people on registers.  I had to work til closing (10:00), but of course, we have to stay an extra 15-30 minutes til they close out the registers.  They make us wait around and fold stuff, which is really dumb because isn't that what the overnight people do?  Oh, well.  I had to count down all the change and bills in the register so they equaled $125 and Laurie gave me really confusing instructions on how to do it (I've never done it before) so of course I did it wrong, and I felt really stupid.  Everyone dressed up in Halloween costumes.  I was gonna dress like a cat, but I thought, "Nahhh...no one else will dress up," but sure enough, they did! I felt left out because I didn't get my pic taken.  And I had this really mean customer that I guess left a black shopping bag full of stuff up at the registers while she did more shopping, and she came back for it, but I had told Dan it was recovery and to take it all back to put away.  So this woman starts yelling at me about how it took her so long to pick out all that stuff and she slammed the rest of her stuff down on the counter and was like, "That's bad business! That's how you lose customers!" and she stormed out.  I was like, "Uh...sorry?"  The girl that was on the register before me never told me that the bag was a customer's stuff.  When stuff is in a black bag, that usually means it's recovery.  Well, I feel bad for that woman, but it really wasn't my fault.  Dan laughed at me because that lady yelled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely need to find a better job.  I'm hoping that I can either tutor up at HACC, or work at a daycare or something.  I'm trying to find a job that's somehow related to my career.  Or something where I work the same days/hours every week.  If I do daycare, I can just work from like, 3:00 to 6:00 everyday during the week.  That would be awesome!  I hate having to work for 6, 7, 8 hours!  And I wouldn't have to work weekends! I'm so lazy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work again today....yuck......5:30 to 10:30.  I don't wanna go to work!!!! God, I hate it there!  I don't feel good, either.  I'm all bloated and crampy.  I need more Advil.  I think I'll take 2 this time, because frankly, 1 just isn't enough....God, I sound like a junkie or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least tomorrow I can sleep in.  I just have to finish my 10,000 assignments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I don't even have time to really think about my course registration for next semester.  As of right now, I'm going to take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-English 102 (English Composition II)&lt;br /&gt;-Psych 212 (Child Growth and Development)&lt;br /&gt;-History 107 (The USA Since 1918)&lt;br /&gt;-Computer Information Systems 105 (Intro to Business Software)&lt;br /&gt;-Sociology 202 (Social Problems)&lt;br /&gt;-PhysEd 122 (YOGA!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take the computer class as a transfer elective for Millersville. I think it's just how to use Microsoft Office software.  Should be easy, seeing as I'm already pretty proficient with Word, Excel, and PowerPoint.  I'm saving the science classes for the 2 semesters next year.  I'll probably just take Bio and Environmental Science.  So many classes to pick.  So many other things to do.....guess I should do some work now.  Buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106770881578171374?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106770881578171374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106770881578171374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106770881578171374' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106761838640811239</id><published>2003-10-31T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T11:39:48.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all.  Skipped classes today.  Gotta work on my many papers.  Oooohhh....I wanna take a nap....Crap! I have to go to work at six.....$%#! I'm in a grouchy mood today and I don't care that my grammar is crap. Bleh! It's too cold in my house.  I put a sweater on.  Those stupid frickin' lying weathermen said it would be in the 70's today.  Why the heck does it feel like the 40's then?  Stupid weathermen....cursed be all of you!....eternal damnation!....they'll be condemned to an eternity of alternating rain, snow, and scorching sun and the forecast for each day will be the opposite of what it's supposed to be....Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a nap....sleepy....must find Eeyore and a blanket and my pillow.  I need a hug, too... *Sniffle* Eeyore?  Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye all...I'll write again in a few days when I'm in a better mood and am done with stupid school projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106761838640811239?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106761838640811239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106761838640811239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761838640811239' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106755288580810350</id><published>2003-10-30T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:28:07.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tired.  Today was an early day - had to get up at 5:45 to be ready for 8:00 classes.  I need, like, a little less than an hour to shower and get dressed/made up and then time to eat.  I have to leave my house at 7:15 to be at class 10-15 minutes early.  And on Tuesdays/Thursdays the classes are so L-O-N-G!  An hour and 15 minutes sure doesn't sound that long, but it really seems like an eternity....at least in math class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much work.  Ms. Long still hasn't emailed me back with the answers to my interview questions.  I was hoping to have them by now.  I've got to start my English paper.  It's due Tuesday!  That's only.....4 more days left to work on it! Oh, well.  Julie just changed her topic AGAIN and Dan hasn't even started his reearch yet.  That's cuz I went to the library and checked out all the books on Puritans that were left.  Hehe....sorry, Dan, my cool English-major, narcoleptic buddy....you're cool even if you did go to East....Go Rams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna skip tomorrow.  I need a day to dedicate myself to my various school assignments (and Oprah...).  I'll just have to email my profs tomorrow morning by 10:00.  Angela's cool, she won't mind.  And Prof. Verghese is really nice, so she won't care if I tell her I couldn't make it for some reason.  I guess I'll just tell them I'm sick....Yeah....I feel something coming on...*[Fake] Cough* One of my profs said (and I am NOT making this up), "Yeah, I remember being in college and not wanting to get up in the first place, and then getting stuck in traffic and getting pissed off and saying, 'Well, screw this!' and just turning around and going home.  So I understand if that happens to you.  Just call or email me and let me know you won't be in class."  I was like, "Whoa! Cool!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what time is it?  Must be going and getting ready for the little tiny-tot trick-or-treaters that are bound to be coming around in about a half hour.  Wahh! I want candy, too! *Pouts* I'll just have to eat some while I'm handing it out.  "One for you, and one for me..."  Haha.  Gotta go, phone's ringing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106755288580810350?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106755288580810350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106755288580810350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755288580810350' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106746020950115556</id><published>2003-10-29T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:43:30.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! The deadline for the English paper was extended til Tuesday!  Yay!  Wait..."Til Tuesday"? Wasn't that an 80's band?  Yeah, I think it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought a trash bag for my car (actually, the tag called it a "litter chute").  And a new air-freshener.  My blue dolphin lost all of his smell, so I bought another dolphin.  A purple on this time, though!  It smells like mixed berries, which is an okay scent, but I just liked it cuz it's this pretty purply-bluish iridescent color.  Did I spell iridescent right?  Yes, I was a Spelling Bee champion as a child (okay, maybe not a champ, but a participant....we're ALL winners...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went the library yesterday to do research for my paper.  We need to pick a prominent theme from 17th and 18th century American literature that is still present today.  So, I'm doing religious persecution / conflicts between religious groups in the same geographic area.  I'm comparing the conflicts between the Puritans/Calvinists and the Quakers to modern-day fighting between the Catholics and Protestants in Ireland.  Yeah, I can't wait till we're done reading all this Puritanical shit.  All the John Edwards "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God" and Winthrop, Bradford, Cotton Mather, yadda yadda yadda....I could go on, but I won't bore you to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dauphin County library which had a surprising amount of good resources.  I had to carry 5 huge books (more like TOMES...) back to my car.  I had that weird librarian that looks more like a used car salesman.  I nearly dropped my books and my purse on my way back to the car.  Thank God I have keyless entry.  I don't know how I would've managed otherwise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna just use the HACC library after my Statistics class, but I didn't feel like it.  I was sick of being on campus and having to trek back and forth between Whitaker and Blocker, so I just went home.  If I would've parked out in the East parking lot, then I could've gone to the library because it would've been closer.  I need to start parking there on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Statistics class.  I got my test back...hahaha....I got a 64 out of 99 (64%).  But thank God he curved it, so the test wound up only being worth, like, 80 points so I somehow wound up with a B.  Go figure.  The whole class practically fails each test.  Out prof definitely sucks.  Essays on a math test!!!! GRRRRR.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  Guess I should work on homework.  I have to find a monologue to memorize for next Wednesday's Theater class.  Normally I like acting, but the general apathy of most of my classmates kinda dampens my enthusiasm.  I don't wanna get all into it and then have everyone else be like, "Dude, she tries too hard."  I've already been called an overachiever by several people.  Johnathan and Jennifer were making fun of me on Tuesday cuz I was trying to help Jen with her Algebra and I did the work all fast and they were like, "Well, look at the good little student here." They hurt my feelings....*sniff*  Johnathan did apologize....Oh, well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must do work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106746020950115556?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106746020950115556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106746020950115556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746020950115556' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106719310542062868</id><published>2003-10-26T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T13:31:45.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so much homework to do!  And it's all due the week of November 3rd.  My English paper is due on the 6th, I have an Education take-home test, I have to interview a teacher for the 6th, I have to see 2 plays, and then I have my internet project for Education due on the 11th.  Then, I have to memorize a one-minute monologue for Theater for, I think, the 11th.  And on top of it all, I have to work Tuesday the 5th and Wednesday the 6th! I'm gonna ask them if I can take 2 hours off of Wednesday because they have me on for, like, 7 hours!  On a Saturday, okay, but during the week???? No way!  I told them I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I emailed Ms. Long and asked her if I could interview her for my Education class.  She graciously obliged to do so.  I was so happy! I was gonna go up to CD and visit and interview someone then, but I won't have time! I emailed D.Lo the questions and she'll get back to me sometime this week (once the Homecoming festivities are all over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go see this play up at HACC (it's required for my Theater class) called &lt;em&gt;Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean&lt;/em&gt; about these women that had a James Dean fan club and are having a reunion 20 years later. Yeah....sounds....."interesting"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I have to see another play, too.  I'm gonna go up to CD next weekend and see &lt;em&gt;Tartuffe&lt;/em&gt; which works out well, because I had to read it for class, anyway.  It's by Moliere, so it should be good.  His stuff is always much funnier when it's acted out than when you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to register for classes, too.  I'm scared because I finally figured out a way to conveniently fit in my classes at the times I want, but I went to that website, www.ratemyprofessors.com, and I looked up the only guy that teaches the history course I'm taking, and he got bad reviews.  I tried to find other classes, but I'd have to rearrange my whole schedule.  ARGHHH!!! Grrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until November 15th.  I won't have so many projects/assignments/papers pending.  I also get to visit Millersville! Yay! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jenn! I'll send you a package!  Email me your dorm address and I'll send you something so you can feel special *grins*  When's the next time you come home?  Christmas?  When will you get back?  I'm assuming you and Michelle will be back around the same time.  We must plan several social outings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106719310542062868?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106719310542062868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106719310542062868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719310542062868' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106694127266884381</id><published>2003-10-23T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T15:34:32.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my Statistics test today...bleh...I don't think I did very well.  When I handed in my test paper, my prof (the one that looks like Mr. Potato Head..hehe) asked me how I thought I did.  I was like, "Um...okay, I guess..." Yeah, what a load of crap! Ok, maybe I didn't do TOO bad.  I mean, there is one I'm positive I got wrong, and one other that I'm pretty sure I got wrong.  Other than that, maybe I got the rest right....Nah.....Everytime I think, "Wow! I did well on that test/assignment/homework!" I find out that I did a lot worse than expected. Oh, well....no more talk about math....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a Psych test tomorrow.  We have 50 minutes to do it, but it usually only takes me, like, 20 minutes.  Yay! I'll get home early! I'm gonna go pick up my paycheck and do some shopping at Kohl's while I'm there.  I got a 15% off coupon in the mail!  Yeah! Sale prices and a coupon PLUS my employee discount!  Discounts rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use some sweaters.  I saw some people with cool ones the last time I was there checking out customers.  And there's this red 3/4 sleeve shirt that says "Italia" across the front.  I want that, too.  It'll depend on how much it costs, though.  I got a new winter coat (a black, knee-length wool peacoat) so I could use a scarf/hat/mittens combo.  They had some nifty ones there on sale.  I'll check it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustn't be spending too much money....I'd better go study Psych now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106694127266884381?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106694127266884381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106694127266884381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694127266884381' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106677110243424771</id><published>2003-10-21T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:29:44.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I just finished my homework, so we're good to go.  I made sure to do my work before blogging today...I've been neglecting some of my assignments a little too much lately.  I've got a paper due for American Lit on the 30th and I haven't even chosen a topic yet! Whoopsie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Theater, I had to write a letter to King Louis XIV (aka "le roi soleil"....boo-ya! That's right people! Be impressed with my limited French-speaking abilities...).  We could write as ourselves or we could assume another character and we had to convince Louis to permit Moliere to produce his play &lt;em&gt;Tartuffe&lt;/em&gt;.  I wrote as Moliere.  It was really cool.  I went to Michael's last night (they had a sale on scrapbook paper - 10 for a dollar!!!! Yay!). So I bought this cool paper that looked like a scroll that had been unrolled and I typed up my letter and printed it onto the fancy paper.  It looks really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my homework's done for today...Oh, wait...I was supposed to finish that IQ test for Psych...oh, well...it's only 5:09. I've got plenty of time, and I'll still have time to watch ET and Hollywood Access! Yay! Nip/Tuck is on tonight! Too bad it's the season finale...*Sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Courtney in the parking lot today! Too bad I was backing up and just about hit her! Just kidding....hehe....I haven't seen her or Steph for a few days.  Lyndsey has yet to call me back....darn stupid voicemail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Statistics test on Thursday that I'm seriously afraid I'm gonna fail.  I wish I could take Jonathan's advice and just not care, but I can't do it! I'm too much of a stressed-out, high-strung, anxiety-ridden person.  *Sigh* I'm such a nutter.  It's a wonder I don't drive myself insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is coming up soon! I'm excited to see all the little "darling" children from my neighborhood in their costumes.  I get mad, though, because a lot of the houses in my neighborhood are really big, and their are a lot of creepy rich people that live here, so these dumb teenagers come over to our neighborhood, figuring we'll give out better candy or something....losers...they don't even dress up.  If they come around this year, I'll pelt them with Peppermint Batties (no typo...) and Peanut Butter Cups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh....I get to relax a little this week.  I only have to work Saturday, and then next Friday and Saturday.  That'll give me some time to work on my English paper and work on course selection.  That's right! I need to email Karen (my advisor) again.  She's probably sick of me bugging her all the time about what courses to take, and what will transfer to Millersville.  Speaking of Millersville, I get to go visit on November 15th.  I'm excited.  It's an open house.  I'm hoping to see Crystal while I'm up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dinner awaits....I wonder what it is....hmmmm....write more tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106677110243424771?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106677110243424771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106677110243424771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677110243424771' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106643331103553664</id><published>2003-10-17T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T18:28:30.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! It's Friday! I guess most Friday nights are officially "Family Night." We went to McDonald's for dinner! Yum! Greasy, fattening, fried foods! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I'm not laughing at the McD part - my mom is on the other computer next to me practicing her typing on Mavis Beacon! She's funny! She keeps yelling out. Just now, she was like, "Is that a one?" but it was an L, you know, one of those lowercase L's in courier font that looks like 1. She was like, "What the hell? Is that a one?" HAHAHA!!! LOL....Mavis just said, "Soon these keys will become second nature to you," and Mom was like, "Sure they will" in a sarcastic tone! This is so funny, you have no idea. She really is doing good, though. Up to 23 WPM and 99% accuracy. YOU GO, MUMMY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....I had such SOOOO much trouble staying awake during classes this morning! I just about died during Psychology. When I wasn't drifting off into deep sleep, I was watching Doris...And right now you're thinking, "Who the hell is Doris?" This one girl in my class is legally blind and she has a seeing eye dog! I'm having extreme ADD issues this semester and so when I get bored, I watch the dog. She's SOOO cute! She's a black lab! I seriously want to steal her and take her home with me. But that would be really mean, seeing as how her owner kinda needs her to get around. *Sigh* I want a puppy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually found a decent parking spot this morning. On Monday/Wednesday/Friday my classes start at 10:00 and on Tuesday/Thursday they start at 8:00. Those early mornings kill me! On MWF, usually by 9:00, the whole freakin' parking lot is already filled up! So I have to park WAY OUT, the whole way down by Gate 4 of the west parking lot and then traverse across the parking lot, in the meantime, trying not to get hit by retarded student drivers in their dumb suped-up riceburners! I was almost killed the other day by this guy driving his car 35 mph (through a PARKING LOT, for Gosh sakes!) who didn’t stop at the stop sign! Then, I have to cross the bridge down by Mumma, walk down past the bookstore, down past Cooper, and up the steps to the Rose Lehrman Arts Center (which by the way, you can't walk up because stupid kids have parked their asses all over the steps to have a smoke...They're STEPS, people! Find yourself a bench, or go ask one of the Domesticated-HACC-Squirrels if you can share a tree with them! $&amp;%! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I circled the parking lot today, and I was able to steal a convenient spot from someone who was pulling out. It was unlike Wednesday, when it was like, really windy out and I had to park way out in the parking lot and walk all far to my classes. It was WINDY!!! We're talking 20 mph winds with gusts up to 45! So, I made it to and from class (luckily, I only had 2 classes Theater and Psych). It was really hard to make it back to my car because I was, like, walking AGAINST the wind. I was trying to check my voice mail on my cell phone, and Lyndsey called, but I couldn't hear her message because of the strong gusts of wind. So I had to call my voice mailbox again (therefore, another charge...money is spent far too easily...) so I could make out what she was saying. When I finally made it to my car, I couldn't get in, because I would open the driver door and attempt to throw my bookbag ACROSS the front of my car onto the passenger seat, but the wind kept blowing the door closed. By the time I go into my car, by hair was all over the place, half of it stuck to my lip-gloss-coated lips. Stupid wind....stupid sticky lip gloss.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do when it snows! I'll be all bundled up in my wool coat, scarf, gloves, and hat (yay! I can wear a hat this year because I'm finally growing my bangs out!) and I'll slip on a patch of ice and die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But not to worry! The friendly Domesticated-HACC-Squirrels will come to my rescue! Either them, or a nice, young, English major, Orlando Bloom-lookalike...hehe...right!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106643331103553664?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106643331103553664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106643331103553664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106643331103553664' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106623889543260443</id><published>2003-10-15T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T12:28:15.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmmm...rice krispy treat! Yummy! Uh-oh....now my fingers are sticky...Oh, well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just ate lunch, so I'm all ready to tell you about the past few days.  I had a meatloaf sandwich.  Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but just think of it as a meatball sandwich.  Yeah! LEFTOVERS ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a 4-day weekend.  Classes were cancelled for Monday and Tuesday for Fall Break.  Yesterday was really cool because I finally got to hang out with some friends! I haven't done anything social for a while.  Steph called me and we tried to hunt down other people to go to the movies with us.  Lyndsey wasn't home (probably at class...duh!) and wasn't answering her cell phone, so I left her harrassing messages on her voice mail...hehe....FINALLY I got a hold of Courtney and she was able to go with me and Steph.  Me and Steph kinda wanted to see Intolerable Cruelty, but Courtney's against romantic comedies, so we went for Kill Bill. And ya know what????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....They CARDED ME!!!  Damn those bastards!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, COME ON! You have to be, what, 17 to see an R-rated movie? So she would've had to think that I was.....SIXTEEN!!!! I don't look 16! I'm 18 and a half!  My half birthday was on Saturday! They didn't card Court or Steph! Those stupid buttmonkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....calming down now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a lot of fun.  The movie was kinda weird (cuz it's Quentin Tarantino) but still pretty cool.  Really violent! Lots of limbs getting chopped off with a samurai sword by Uma Thurman.  Lots of blood spurting all over the place!  If I wan't desensitized to violence before, I certainly am now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....On my way home I stopped at Target (or Tar-zjay, whichever you prefer) and picked up the Clay Aiken CD.  I listened to it on repeat one on "This is the Night" the whole way home from school.  Yes, I know I'm a dork.  But I'm an even bigger dork than you realize...Let me explain why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Intro to Theater class today, my prof handed back our Hamlet essays.  We had to explain why Hamlet, the ghost, Gertrude, Claudius, and Laertes all died from poisoning.  I wrote the whole essay sitting on the couch while watching Oprah!  It was supposed to be 3-4 pages, but mine was, like, 2 and 1/2.  Well, anyway, today she starts talking about how just about everyone got 70's because they didn't get the main point.  Then, she's like, "However, there was one student whose essay was just perfect.  She hit all the right points.  She explained everything very well and her essay was short, concise, and to the point.  It flowed well, it was easy to read, and so, I'm going to read it aloud for you, but I won't tell you whose it is."  At this point, I'm like, "No way that's mine! I wrote mine in, like, an hour and I wasn't even paying that much attention to it!" But she starts reading the essay and IT WAS MINE!!!! I couldn't believe it! That was, like, the highlight of my week....no my month...probably the highlight of the semester, besides when my Major American Writers prof (the one with 3 masters degrees and 2 doctorates) handed back a 93% paper on Poe's "The Raven" and a 100% midterm with an essay on Whitman's "When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer" and an essay applying Poe's "Philosophy of Composition" to Hawthorne's "Young Goodman Brown."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...now I'm just bragging....SORRY!  I feel proud of myself for once! I'm so excited that I'm doing well in school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I'm a HUGE NERD / GEEK / DORK / LOSER.  I enjoy researching famous literary works, reading Shakespeare, and reciting random quotes from Hamlet....Well, we're all special in our own way...Some are just more special than others....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was going to talk about Nip/Tuck and Alias, my favorite shows, but I've written quite a lot already.  I've got other homework to do (catching up on my reading journal that I've been neglecting).  Oh, crap! That Statistics extra-credit is due tomorrow.  CRAP! Alright...I'd better go do homework now.  I'll write more sometime this week.  Hopefully tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106623889543260443?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106623889543260443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106623889543260443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623889543260443' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106599894005980490</id><published>2003-10-12T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T17:56:32.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been so long since I last posted.  I've been working all weekend.  I'm so sick of my job!  I'm tired of being yelled at by mean, nasty, stupid, horrible customers that can just take their evilness and leave! Bleh! :::sticks out tongue::: They had me scheduled to work everyday from Thursday to Saturday.  I was supposed to work 12:00 to 7:30 today, but I called in and told them I was sick!  I lied! God, I'm such a horrible person! But I really don't care to be honest with you.  I've talked to both Laurie and Elaine on several occassions and told them I only want to work 12 hours a week, and that I can't do the really long shifts (like, 8 hours).  I mean, if they can't do that, then I understand, but shouldn't they have told me, "Yo, Amanda, we can't do that"?  But they didn't! They were both like, "Oh, okay.  Sure."  ARGHH!!! I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have an appointment with my advisor tomorrow up at HACC.  Yes, we don't have classes tomorrow, but I still have to drive up there anyhow! Oh, well.  I'm officially changing my major to Elementary Ed, and Ms. Petyak (haha....pet  yak....a pet yak! or does she pet yaks? ... okay, I'm weird....) is going to tell me which classes I should take next semester and give me some code so I can register for classes online come November 4th.  Yay! Online registration! No long queue lines! Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I have off school on Tuesday, too.  My dad will be at work, my brother will be at school, and my mom is taking Grandma Kate to a doctor's appointment, so I'll have the house to myself....well, except for my cat.  She'll probably come into my room at like, 5:00 am and start knocking things off my desk or my shelf and wake me up, resulting in her being catapulted from my bedroom (and I DO mean CATAPULTED).  I'm looking forward to being able to sleep in really late, finally installing my Instant Immersion Italian software on my computer.  Yay! POSSO INFINE IMPARARE PARLARE ITALIANO!  I already "speak" Spanish (I'm not fluent, but I could get by if I suddenly and mysteriously awakened in Spain for some unknown reason (Hey, Sydney woke up in Tokyo! It could happen! If you have no idea what I'm talking about, just ignore that last comment...) so learning Italian shouldn't be all that difficult.  I wanna speak, like, FIVE languages.  Yeah...Spanish, Italian, Russian, German, and French.  Wait, with English, it'd be six.  That's...hmmm...hexalingual? sexlingual? Okay, those of you with dirty minds. Stop laughing.  Or maybe that's just me giggling....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go surf the web a lil' bit.  Take some quizzes... Look for a new job... Hopefully get a new chatboard up and running on this page.  Oh, well.  If you want to talk to me in the meantime, you've got my email and phone numbers.  And if you don't have them....well, then, that means I don't want you to have them!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRIVEDERCI, MIE SIGNORES BELLES! AMO TUTTO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106599894005980490?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106599894005980490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106599894005980490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106599894005980490' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106531982072045903</id><published>2003-10-04T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T21:16:36.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I just got home from work.  I'm so exhausted.  7 hours at that crazy place! The store was totally swamped with people.  At least I got to work with normal people.  None of the stupid new people.  I know that's mean, because, technically, I'm still new cuz I've only worked there 3 months, but these people are just...I dunno....&lt;em&gt;rejects&lt;/em&gt;!.  They're such slackers.  They don't do anything.  Oh, well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dawn, the store manager threw a hissy fit because some people had recovery clothes or extra bags hanging over the register area.  Well, you know what? What the hell are we supposed to do with the recovery stuff, then? They told us not to put it in one of the black bags because "those are for customers," and there's no space  behind the counter, because we'll trip over it.  Plus, the bags always fall out! If you go to pull out one, a big clump of like, 20 falls out on the floor.  When it's busy, it's kinda hard to stop and repackage the bags!  ARGHH!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then, this guy comes in and buys some shirts and while I'm bagging his stuff, he lays down this old receipt on the counter.  I wasn't sure what it was for, so I just ignored it.  So then I was like, "Okay, do you want your receipt in the bag?" and he's like, "No, I'll take it." So I hand him his &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; receipt and the &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; one, too.  And he like, yells at me, "No! I need a coupon!"  So I just stared at him for a moment before I was like, "Oooooohhh...." We're doing this thing where for every $50 you spend, you get a $10 coupon.  He had bought $40 with me and was showing me his other $10 receipt to get the coupon.  I gave it to him, but I was really pissed, so I didn't say "Thank you" or (get this) "Have a nice day."  Yeah, I was really mad.  I was like, "Dude, you coulda told me WHY you put the receipt down instead of just throwing it at me and expecting me to read your mind and know what to do."  God! Some people are such losers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I had these stupid kids that kept setting off the Halloween Winnie the Poohs that sing and dance.  God, I was ready to murder those kids! I just wanted to grab one, hold him down....and...and...and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay....wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a civilized person....I don't believe in murder...I'm anti-violence....anti-death penalty... maybe except in the case of people you set off animated stuffed animals....I could make an exception....yessss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, moving on.  At least I got a 15 minute break AND a half hour for dinner.  My mom and dad picked me up a 1/2 sub from Subway so I could take in it to work.  Mmmmm....yummy....turkey and provolone with lettuce and tomato on wheat bread....yummy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute....what the hell?...It's 10:00 at night and that's making me hungry?  I'm so weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm tired and very sleeeeepy..... so I'm gonna go to bed.  I'll write more tomorrrow.  Yay! I don't have to work till Thursday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~GOODNIGHT, EVERYONE!~*~ &lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight! Don't let the bedbugs bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Bedbugs????....uh-oh....I can't sleep now......I'm scared.....MOMMY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106531982072045903?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106531982072045903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106531982072045903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106531982072045903' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106513099554782713</id><published>2003-10-02T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T11:57:49.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time to write a nice, long entry.  I've been busy most of the day trying to fix up this page and add cool stuff to it.  Hopefully I'll have some time this weekend (probably not..I work 5 1/2 hrs Friday and 7 hrs Saturday...phooey!).  Here are some quiz results, though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/fireyprincess4u/1059431375_autydisney.gif" border="0" alt="Aurora"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Aurora from Sleeping Beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fireyprincess4u/quizzes/What%20Disney%20Princess%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Disney Princess are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060130263_likespring.jpg" border="0" alt="Season = Spring"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Most Like The Season Spring ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh faced, with a young outlook on life - you smile at the world and expect it to smile back at you. You're mostly a bubbly, fun - innocent person. Described as cute possibly. However, you're a little naive about things and tend to be a little too trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;As the first season, it makes you the youngest -and so most immature - but people are inclined to look out for and protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done... You're the most fun of the seasons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Season%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Season Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106513099554782713?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106513099554782713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106513099554782713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106513099554782713' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885344.post-106503102911782859</id><published>2003-10-01T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T17:20:29.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, well....Hello all! And welcome to my first ever blog entry.  Yay! I finally got my own weblog!  After the insistance of Jenn, I decided that instead of just bottling up my emotions, random thoughts, and all-around weirdness inside of me, why not publish it on the web for all to see?  Yes, that makes sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to have this kind of creative outlet.  I really thrive on being able to express myself through some kind of artistic medium.  Babbling on about random crap for all you people to read should be fun.  And in actuality "all you people" really means like, 3 people...Sad, yes, I know.... I'm such a dork... :::whimper:::  :::sniffle:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'd better stop for now.  Homework and mid-term studying await! I need to find an educational website for my Foundations of Education class, find some journal articles and a topic for Psychology, and study for my Major American Writers mid-term.  Yay, comparing various literary works to Poe's "Philosophy of Composition" and Whitman's letter to Emerson.  Sounds fun, right? Why I decided to become an English major, I'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, everyone!  I'll write more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5885344-106503102911782859?l=ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106503102911782859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885344/posts/default/106503102911782859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblu485.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106503102911782859' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995321510229131693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
