<?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-6850187827309509215</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:00:53.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Nutshell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-705565549015536585</id><published>2007-12-12T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:57:58.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;My aunt called me the other day and asked if I would be interested in a job that pays 1000 dollars for working 2 weeks! I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt; duh! So I called the company today and they sent me all this crap I have to fill out by the end of this weekend. It's pages beyond pages of criminal background and jobs that I had in the last 7 years! Are you kidding me? I was in middle school 7 years ago! It's just annoying that you have to fill out that much paper work and I will only be working there for 2 weeks. I understand like all the background stuff, but really 7 years of work info? And a drug test! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; so annoying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-705565549015536585?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/705565549015536585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=705565549015536585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/705565549015536585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/705565549015536585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-job.html' title='New job'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-132808614926340695</id><published>2007-12-12T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:54:41.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Classes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The day is finally here...NO MORE PHYSICS! That was the last physics class I will ever have to attend again. I can not believe I survived a whole semester in that class. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;despise&lt;/span&gt; that class more than any other class I have ever taken. I've taken some pretty hard/lame classes too.  It also bugs me that we have so many useless classes we have to take to graduate. Like its nice for some to have lib &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ed's&lt;/span&gt; so they can find out what they are interested in, but for someone like me who knows what I want to do...this sucks. I'm wasting so much time taking classes that are not going to help me with my career what so ever. Oh well all those darn lib &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ed's&lt;/span&gt; are now complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-132808614926340695?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/132808614926340695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=132808614926340695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/132808614926340695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/132808614926340695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-classes.html' title='Last Day of Classes!'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-1307575121815116317</id><published>2007-12-05T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:09:12.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Butterscotch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The other day I had a bunch of my friends over to my apartment and we were all hanging out in the living room. I wanted to show them how pig my guinea pig was getting so I took her out and for some reason she always runs up my shoulder and hides behind my head under my hair. Well usually you can just get up and walk around and she will be fine up there. But that night she decided she wanted a taste of freedom so she jumped from my shoulder and hit the ground.  Now my little rodent is kind of top heavy and she hit her mouth on the floor. I scooped her right back up to see if she was O.K. and her lip was bleeding! I started to freak out so I called my roommate whom I share the guinea pig with. She wasn't answering her phone so I called the guy that she was with and told him it was an emergency.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; threw the phone to her and I explained to her what had happened, but she said "Oh I'm sure the thing will be fine. She's a trooper." O.K fine so I hung up the phone, but her darn lip just kept bleeding. So I decided to feed her to see if her insides were O.K. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; they were. My guinea pig survived the night and is still alive and kicking. She truly is a trooper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-1307575121815116317?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/1307575121815116317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=1307575121815116317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/1307575121815116317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/1307575121815116317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/12/suicidal-butterscotch.html' title='Suicidal Butterscotch'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-9088655299906760676</id><published>2007-12-05T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:01:29.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Snow snow snow...it's finally here! I'm so happy minus the fact that it really sucks walking to class now because biking season is definitely over. Which means that plowing season is here. Sweet! I'm not a big fan of having to move my car all the time. It is weird because at home in Green Bay you can not park on the street after 2 or 3 in the morning and then the plows will come through. I guess Green Bay is a little smaller than Minneapolis and there are a lot more cars to move so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why they do odd and even streets. Oh well! I'm excited to have a white Christmas and finally get to go snowmobiling at my cottage! I did not get to go last year because we had no snow and the year before that we did not have enough snow. So I'm hoping this year we will have plenty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-9088655299906760676?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/9088655299906760676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=9088655299906760676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/9088655299906760676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/9088655299906760676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-7527032747306291819</id><published>2007-12-01T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T11:58:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Packers Lost</title><content type='html'>Well I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; irate at the fact that the Packers lost on Thursday, but I am even more mad that it was on the NFL network...what like 5 people in America actually watch that? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; well obviously more...but it still sucked. I did end up getting to see it though because on of my friends had it. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Favre&lt;/span&gt; got hurt also. Even though Aaron Rodgers really stepped up. The Packers hung in there, but should have won. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; OK though...now they are 10-2, much better than the Vikings record and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all that counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-7527032747306291819?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/7527032747306291819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=7527032747306291819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/7527032747306291819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/7527032747306291819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/12/packers-lost.html' title='The Packers Lost'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-236781391502371861</id><published>2007-11-29T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T07:25:27.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRRRREEEEEZZZZZING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So how many of you are liking this freezing cold weather? Not me! I have to ride my bike a lot to get to west bank and back and let me tell you going over that bridge is like doing the polar plunge aka when crazy people jump into the the bay at home during winter. The sad thing though is that this will feel warm to us in a few weeks when the temps drop below zero. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; not looking forward to that. I guess I would not care so much if it snowed...then I'd be happy. Snow means snowmobiling time!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-236781391502371861?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/236781391502371861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=236781391502371861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/236781391502371861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/236781391502371861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/11/frrrreeeeezzzzzing.html' title='FRRRREEEEEZZZZZING'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-1894696071302492327</id><published>2007-11-21T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:12:03.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck Duck Grey Duck????</title><content type='html'>What the hell is duck duck grey duck? Hello people it's DUCK DUCK GOOSE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Now I can understand a little bit why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bubblier&lt;/span&gt; is ridiculous, but I'm from Wisconsin and will ALWAYS use it; but really....duck duck grey duck. I heard that last year and just about died. Why make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; game even more complicated for them? I mean why tell lies to your kids about what colors the ducks really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt;. Pink duck pink duck....DUCKS ARE NOT PINK! See in Wisconsin we tell the truth with our simple duck duck goose game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-1894696071302492327?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/1894696071302492327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=1894696071302492327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/1894696071302492327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/1894696071302492327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/11/duck-duck-grey-duck.html' title='Duck Duck Grey Duck????'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-8749174475019089527</id><published>2007-11-19T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:59:55.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey carving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;! That is all I'm saying about carving a turkey.  I have never been so disgusted in my life. My roommates decided to have a big thanksgiving meal together before we go  home for the holiday. They bought a turkey and decided to carve it tonight.  They pulled out bags of organs that were nasty and all bloody.  One of my roommates is in the nursing program and likes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dissect&lt;/span&gt; things so she thought it would be real fun to dig right into the organ parts we were not using. I almost died! Then we had to wash the excess crap out of the inside and lets just say it turned the sink a nice vibrant color of red with lovely chunks left in the sink.  This is where I almost lost it! After this awesome experience I will not be doing this anytime soon. When I have kids they can eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; for Thanksgiving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-8749174475019089527?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/8749174475019089527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=8749174475019089527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/8749174475019089527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/8749174475019089527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-carving.html' title='Turkey carving'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-3100628007837403172</id><published>2007-11-13T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:29:08.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coat trees</title><content type='html'>Please tell me someone out there knows what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flippen&lt;/span&gt; coat tree is? Well half of Minnesota does not have a clue what it is. I decided to go to Target the other day to try and find this coat tree and the guy I asked just looked at me and asked what I was talking about. So I explained it to him and such...oh FYI Target DOES NOT have coat trees in their store.  So I proceed to walk over to Home Depot and ask them...same reaction.  The first lady had to point me to a new person to ask because she had no clue what I was talking about...FYI Home Depot ALSO DOES NOT sell coat trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know what a coat tree is...it is a stand that you can hang your coats on.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeesh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-3100628007837403172?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/3100628007837403172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=3100628007837403172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/3100628007837403172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/3100628007837403172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/11/coat-trees.html' title='Coat trees'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-5985492365493536237</id><published>2007-11-13T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:25:33.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its that time of year again</title><content type='html'>So the time has come for us to schedule for spring semester...fun right? NOPE! I am having such a hard time doing this right now. I don't schedule till next week, but trying to get all my stuff together has become very stressful. I am done with all my lib eds so I decided to start taking some classes from my major and oh...yeah I have to be declared before I'm allowed to get into any of those classes. Sweet! So I emailed a half dozen professors begging them to let me in their class and thankfully 2 of them gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;permission&lt;/span&gt; numbers so I'm not that screwed anymore, but this all still sucks if you ask me. Does it ever get easier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-5985492365493536237?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/5985492365493536237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=5985492365493536237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/5985492365493536237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/5985492365493536237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='Its that time of year again'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-2041490305296716059</id><published>2007-11-06T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:00:49.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime at the U</title><content type='html'>At least once a week I receive an email entitled "Campus Safety Alert..." should I just put these in my junk mail because the descriptions of the criminal tell me nothing.  Thank you whoever wrote this...you have just described half the people on this campus.  Yeah it sucks that this is happening so much more frequently, but people also have to realize that this is a big city and its not a smart idea to be walking by yourself anywhere at night.  We all think that it couldn't happen to us, but why should we take the chance? Usually if you are with at least one other person or stay on busy roads you don't have as much to worry about. So be alert and stay safe this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-2041490305296716059?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/2041490305296716059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=2041490305296716059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/2041490305296716059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/2041490305296716059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/11/crime-at-u.html' title='Crime at the U'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-6708002744115152421</id><published>2007-11-06T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:53:06.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Trade Center</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you guys, but the movie we watched today was probably one of the saddest movies I have ever seen. I am usually one of those people who can never cry during movies, but this one really changed that. I did everything possible not to cry my eyes out.  I also don't think it matters how long it has been since the attacks, I will always remember that day like it happened yesterday and the same emotions will come out.  I will get goosebumps from every picture of 9/11 I look at and feel sad and helpless.  Everyone complained that this movie came out way too soon after the attacks which I agree with, but really what is a good time? It has been 6 years since the attacks and I don't think it matters how long we wait to make this movie because all those emotions you felt that day are going to come rushing back no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-6708002744115152421?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/6708002744115152421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=6708002744115152421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/6708002744115152421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/6708002744115152421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/11/world-trade-center.html' title='World Trade Center'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-4631562455460442371</id><published>2007-10-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:34:11.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>The thing I love about Halloween is seeing all the costumes at parties. But honestly why must half the girls at this University dress as complete sluts? Not only does our age group dress like that, but I was looking in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;catalog&lt;/span&gt; for costumes and even the little girls costumes are ridiculously slutty. Why does an 8 year old need to be showing her stomach in her costume? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; what is the world coming to? I would love to see a girl in a crazy creative costume that actually covers more than 1/4 of her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny the other day my friend bought a costume and I asked her if she was being a slut too like everyone on campus and she goes oh yeah you know it and whips out a nuns costume. She jokingly said she was going to be a slutty nun and I busted out laughing. See why can't more girls be nuns?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-4631562455460442371?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/4631562455460442371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=4631562455460442371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/4631562455460442371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/4631562455460442371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-9043501075941923334</id><published>2007-10-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:25:11.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get those days when you would rather go home, crawl back in bed and not wake up for a few days? Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how this one was for me. It all started when I found out that my old friend back home called me. I was excited about the phone call because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; talked to him in a few months and this was his news...he dropped out of school, broke up with his old girlfriend, is now dating at 24 year old women who has a kid, and they are moving in together on Monday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt; WOW! That's all I have to say to that. Then I go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; before I had to leave for work and I get a message from the ex boyfriend complaining about everything. Like how many times does it take until it sinks into their brains? WE ARE OVER! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; seriously! Then of course I have a butt load of homework this week on top of everything, but the only good thing about this week is A.Greys Anatomy, B. The Office, C. I get to go home on Friday for the first time this semester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-9043501075941923334?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/9043501075941923334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=9043501075941923334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/9043501075941923334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/9043501075941923334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-657934684297157687</id><published>2007-10-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T08:00:07.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I just have to share this with you all because I laughed so hard at myself. So lets get one thing straight before I share my story with you...me and my bike DO NOT get along.  I seriously ride this piece of crap everyday because I have class on west bank and i hate walking the 2 miles to get there. So one day I'm riding along and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pedals&lt;/span&gt; just get stuck and I cant do anything! They  had rusted so there was no more peddling for me! I did the whole skateboarder trick and went to class that way,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Then the other day I was talking to my friend on my phone and I was just sitting on my bike not moving when all of a sudden gravity shifted I swear and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; took a digger! Not only was that embarrassing enough this guy comes running up to me and is like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt; are you OK?" I was just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt; yeah and got on my bike laughing and rode off to work. Now you think this would be it for the bike stories...WRONG. The other morning I was running late for class so I jumped on it and rode all the way to west bank with the handle bars the wrong direction! Wow! How does someone do that? So those are my adventures of the bike so far...we'll see what happens in winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-657934684297157687?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/657934684297157687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=657934684297157687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/657934684297157687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/657934684297157687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny-moments.html' title='Funny moments'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-8273202951380970071</id><published>2007-10-25T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:54:35.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gopher Womens Hockey Game for Cancer</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow Friday October,26 at 6pm at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ridder&lt;/span&gt; Arena there will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; hockey game against Duluth...the Gopher's biggest rival! This is an important game because it is also a game to battle cancer. The women's hockey team has been directly affected by this terrible disease. Their former equipment manager...Bonnie has colon cancer and it spread to her liver a few years ago. She went through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chemo&lt;/span&gt; a few times, but it has returned. They received news a couple days ago that Bonnie will not be with us much longer. Many of the seniors on the team had a strong relationship with Bonnie and the rest of the team knows her well. I am asking all of you to spare a few hours this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and come watch a gopher game. They only last about 2 hours so you will probably be out of there by 8pm. Donate to the cancer foundation so maybe SOMEDAY there will be a cure for it, and you will not have to watch your loved ones die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-8273202951380970071?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/8273202951380970071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=8273202951380970071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/8273202951380970071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/8273202951380970071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/gopher-womens-hockey-game-for-cancer.html' title='Gopher Womens Hockey Game for Cancer'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-7103017569184203666</id><published>2007-10-16T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:14:34.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pets</title><content type='html'>Last weekend my neighbors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the hall got a small little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gerbil&lt;/span&gt; and it was super cute.  I talked to my roommate and we decided to go off to the pet store to see what they had.  We wanted something a little bigger so we decided to get a guinea pig! It is white and orange so we named it Butterscotch after a long list or weird names.  Names like snack pack, lemon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tapioca&lt;/span&gt;, and so forth were brought up. We brought it home and surprised our third roomy who was not as excited as us.  We made her hold it and she instantly fell in love with it.  Then the girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the hall who had also just bought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gerbil&lt;/span&gt; with her other roommate got a phone call from her mom saying that they had to put her dog down at home.  She was super upset so she "replaced" her dog with a new guinea pig that she bought on Sunday.  So we now have 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gerbil&lt;/span&gt; and 2 guinea pigs running around.  Its a zoo, but so are our lives so why not just add to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-7103017569184203666?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/7103017569184203666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=7103017569184203666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/7103017569184203666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/7103017569184203666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-pets.html' title='New Pets'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-1447683545212593736</id><published>2007-10-16T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:10:14.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems saying no</title><content type='html'>So basically every week my boss will call me up and ask me to pick up a shift or two because someone called in sick or just didn't show up.  Now I really don't mind doing it because its more money and all, but it gets a little old after about 3 months.  My roommate works at the same place I do and she is constantly covering for other people and is sick of it as well.  Like I don't want to leave my boss hanging because shes an awesome lady, but seriously fire these people who are not showing up for work or have them find someone to work for them.  It's really not that difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-1447683545212593736?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/1447683545212593736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=1447683545212593736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/1447683545212593736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/1447683545212593736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/problems-saying-no.html' title='Problems saying no'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-6903984029152068008</id><published>2007-10-09T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:04:10.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow Packers</title><content type='html'>So if Sunday was not already a crazy day for me...hearing about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crandon&lt;/span&gt; shootings and all, the Packers decided to suck it up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lambeau&lt;/span&gt;. We lost the game because we had 3 fumbles! Seriously guys...its the Bears. How do we lose to the Bears?  Well to make this story even better I was watching the game with all my friends and on the last pass by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Favre&lt;/span&gt; to the end zone my TV goes out due to the storm. So we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if it was a touchdown and we tied or what the hell had happened. So I'm calling everyone I know from Green Bay and waiting for someone to answer and tell me what had happened. Well they didn't score a touchdown...and lost the game to the stupid Bears.  AWESOME! Well at least we beat the Vikings! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-6903984029152068008?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/6903984029152068008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=6903984029152068008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/6903984029152068008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/6903984029152068008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-packers.html' title='Wow Packers'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-2952587204955412207</id><published>2007-10-08T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:01:15.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little town of Crandon and its massive disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crandon&lt;/span&gt;, Wisconsin is located about 2 hours away from Green Bay. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if you all heard about what happened up there, but here it is briefly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Peterson a deputy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sheriff&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crandon&lt;/span&gt;, age 20, went on a shooting rampage in his ex girlfriends house.  He killed 5 people ages 14-20, he shot at another and he is in critical condition.  Peterson then fled the scene and was not killed until Sunday afternoon by a sniper.  Now the town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Crandon&lt;/span&gt; is a very small town and everyone knows everyone so this is really hitting everyone hard.  I for one have been going up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crandon&lt;/span&gt; for 5 years now because that is where my best friends cottage is located.  For the past 5 years I've gotten to know a lot of the kids around that area so when I heard about this I freaked.  I have so many friends up there and I hoped and prayed to God that none of them were involved in this.  None of my close friends thankfully were involved, but 2 of the kids we did know happened to be there. One is now dead and the other is in critical condition in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would make someone snap so bad that they would go and kill 5 people? Especially a deputy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sheriff&lt;/span&gt;.  And who is the right mind would hire a 20 year old to be a deputy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sheriff&lt;/span&gt;? Granted it is a small town and all, but don't you need some kind of experience before you can handle a job like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously these kids that died were in high school and a few had recently graduated.  The 14 year old just started high school.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; even beginning a real life yet and neither were the other kids.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; even begun to have our own life.  We are basically doing all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; recs for it.  They will never get the chance to graduate college, have a family, or even make their mark on the world.  They will never get the chance to do any of the things me and you are doing today.  This just makes you realize that you really do have to live everyday to the fullest because you never know when you'll be taken from this world. So make too many friends, stay up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; to late on a school night, love so hard it hurts, see the world, and just live your life the way you want to.  Because you only get once chance at life, so do what you must to make it the best one ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-2952587204955412207?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/2952587204955412207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=2952587204955412207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/2952587204955412207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/2952587204955412207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-town-of-crandon-and-its-massive.html' title='The little town of Crandon and its massive disaster'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-6088396317328638517</id><published>2007-10-04T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T07:57:14.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>Summer is almost officially over and fall is just beginning.  So why, why why are people wearing boots and winter coats? What on earth are you going to do when the snow actually hits the ground? You go to school in Minnesota!! It's not warm here all year round! I can't help but laugh when I see these people walking to classes all bundled and I'm in a t-shirt and jeans perfectly fine.  Granted I have grown up in a cold climate all my life so I guess I am just used to it.  It's just funny when the snow finally hits and  you see people in full snow suits and ski masks walking around campus.  I saw this guy last year wearing all that stuff and I seriously started to laugh because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a little extreme.  But really people its only gotten down to like 55 degrees and I've seen people in their winter gear...really?!  Then on the other hand there are those crazy people that wear tank tops and shorts when its below 50 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;degrees&lt;/span&gt;, thankfully I am not one of those people.  I guess we all have our own inner heating system, mine just must be adjusted to this type of weather since I come from the land of the frozen tundra aka the home of the Packers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-6088396317328638517?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/6088396317328638517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=6088396317328638517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/6088396317328638517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/6088396317328638517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-543637358373535656</id><published>2007-10-04T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T07:26:37.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Professors</title><content type='html'>In my physics class we got our group problems back that were a part of our quiz grade. Well my group got a 0 which i thought was ridiculous because we had a lot of work on the paper with equations and everything.  So I decided to go and talk to my professor about it in his office hours after class.  I walk in and explain my situation to him and he looks and me and my lab partner and says "You guys have no idea what you are doing." Well...OK I say, what did we do wrong? He tells us then to go stand in the hall while he deals with everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; questions before ours.  So that's when I  started to get a little ticked off.  He then proceeds to tell the whole group of us to go in this small room with a white board.  A bunch of people had questions on the problems in the book that are due today so we went through those first.  That was fine since I didn't know how to do them anyways.  So he asks me and my lab partner if we understand how to do this.  I simply said no I don't know how to do these because they were extremely hard questions.  He then decides it would be a great idea to send me to the board to do the problem.  Now this is all fine if someone talks me through what to do.  So I draw the problem out and then I turned around to the teacher and the other 8 people in the room and said OK now this is where I have problems.  So he starts asking me all these things in the hardest possible way and I'm standing up there in front of all these people not knowing what he is talking about and seriously looking stupid.  I hate it when teachers did this to me in middle school and I sure did not appreciate it yesterday in front of my college classmates.  At this point my face is turning red and I am incredibly embarrassed almost to the point of tears that I said "Well I have no idea how to do this and you are not explaining this to me in terms I understand so someone else can come to the front of the room and figure this out."  I then sat down and he tells my lab partner to go up there and finish it.  Now my lab partner has a hard time with this stuff as well and there are 7 other people in the room who have this problem finished.  So needless to say he embarrasses the hell out of her too and we are both pretty pissed off.  Anyways the best part of this story is that I had to leave to get to work on time so I said thank you for his help and on my way out the door he says in front of everyone, "I'll be seeing you again real soon, huh?" Thank you jerk!! I really needed that!  Wow I thought office hours were for helping students and not for embarrassing them beyond belief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-543637358373535656?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/543637358373535656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=543637358373535656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/543637358373535656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/543637358373535656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/10/rude-professors.html' title='Rude Professors'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-1353746278277222344</id><published>2007-09-25T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:31:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food stamps</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I needed to go grocery shopping and I decided to go at 8pm because I thought maybe it would be pretty dead there...WRONG!  Not only was it unbelievably busy, I always seem to pick the checkout line that moves the slowest.  Well last night I'm waiting in this line for seriously 15 minutes and I was getting really pissed off.  The lady in front of me had 3 different orders because she was using her food stamps.  Well I was a cashier for Festival back home for about 2 years and I had to deal with a number of these.  Not only do they have a million separate orders, but you have to look at each item and make sure it's the right brand and to make sure it's the right amount.  So basically it takes forever and it's kind of annoying.  Now I have nothing against food stamps for people who actually need them, but when the person who is using them has a designer purse, gold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;, and is in an expensive pair of heels I get a little annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-1353746278277222344?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/1353746278277222344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=1353746278277222344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/1353746278277222344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/1353746278277222344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/09/food-stamps.html' title='Food stamps'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-256446638416939512</id><published>2007-09-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:11:40.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Memoir</title><content type='html'>After being asked in class today to come up with our own memoir I did and this is what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If I had to write a memoir it would probably be about my college experience.  In college you enter a whole different part of your life and you truly do find out who you really are.  It is a growing up stage.  i am five hours away from home so I couldn't depend on my family for a lot, but I could depend on my new friends.  After a stressful year at school you go back home to your "normal" life, but your "normal" life isn't so normal anymore.  You once again have rules from the parents.  All your high school friends have new friends and you all of a sudden are not as close to them as you once were.  Many of your friends changed in college and the new them is a stranger to you.  Or maybe you've changed and you personalities clash more than they did in high school. &lt;br /&gt;  I know when I came home for summer it was weird seeing my best friend again everyday.  I had gotten so used to just talking to her on the phone a few times a week.  It is crazy though that you really live two lives when you are in college.   You have your home life with you family and childhood friends and then you have your college life with your new found friends.  It kind of seems like where ever you are at the time you forget about the other life a little.  Like during summer I didn't talk to my college friends a lot and when I'm here in Minnesota I don't talk to people from my hometown much.&lt;br /&gt;  College is also a time where you do things for yourself.  That's one thing I've learned.  you get to be selfish here and it is alright.  School is about what you want to do with you life.  No one else can chose it for you.  Your parents are left at home for a reason...so they can't decide the rest of your life for you.  Their job was to guide you to get to this point and now it's our turn to grab a hold of life.  Even if this means switching majors 1o times or transferring to a new school.  It's all in our hands now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-256446638416939512?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/256446638416939512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=256446638416939512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/256446638416939512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/256446638416939512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-memoir.html' title='Our Memoir'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-2278922515326980988</id><published>2007-09-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:44:58.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your purpose</title><content type='html'>So you know how most of your friends play a big role in your life along with family? They all teach you something and they are in your life for a reason.  Well I was thinking the other day, what purpose do I have in other peoples lives?  Well it took me a while to come  up with a few things.  Because I am definitely not the smart one of the group that everyone comes to with homework help.  But I have decided that I do make a lot of people laugh.  That's probably my goal each day is to make someone smile or laugh and it makes me feel a lot better.  As I got to thinking more about this I also realized that a lot of my friends come to me for advice and I don't necessarily give great advice,but I do listen.  And throughout my life I learned that that is people need from time to time.  You do not always need to offer them an answer for them to figure stuff out.  Sometimes just by talking stuff out they figure it out on their own.  I'm also not one to judge. I've had so many things that have happened to me that I've talked to people about and the people that did not judge me helped me the most.  I mean we all make mistakes in our life and we know it if we have, that we don't need others telling us how dumb of an idea it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm basically asking where do you stand in your group of friends and family? Are the smart one who can always help others with homework? Are you the funny one who everyone laughs at? Or are you the crazy one who is always making stupid mistakes so others can learn from them?  Just something to think about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-2278922515326980988?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/2278922515326980988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=2278922515326980988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/2278922515326980988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/2278922515326980988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-purpose.html' title='Your purpose'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-2822496482657011114</id><published>2007-09-18T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:28:19.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I want to do with my life?</title><content type='html'>So everyone comes into college seeking out the same thing...a major. Now there are so many majors in Minnesota you think one of them would fit, right? Not so much. I came with the idea that I wanted to become an athletic trainer, but with my awesome luck the U does not carry such as major. And no Kinesiology does not count. To become a certified athletic trainer you must attend a school that has an accredited program which the U does not happen to have. So whats my next step? Ok so I have basically wanted to do this my whole life, am I just supposed to change my mind on a major or transfer to a school that has the program? This has been my dilemma for some time now. I've spent a year and half getting to know the U and making awesome friends who I really do not want to leave behind to transfer to another school. But college is all about what we want to do for the rest of our lifes. My other option is to major in Kinesiology and go on to graduate school and get a masters in athletic training. The only trouble with that is, I do not need a masters for the career I want to go in. My ideal job would be to work with a high school and their sports teams and to work at a clinic during the day. So either way its going to be the same amount of schooling if I go for my masters or transfer and get an athletic training degree. Why do some things have to be so complicated? You think by attending one of the biggest Universities, there would be an athletic training major here? NOPE! Oh well! I guess we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I guess I should mention that I am also an intern here for the gopher sports teams. I basically help the athletic trainers out and I get to see first hand how everything works. Doing this internship has really made me want to become an athletic trainer even more. So now I just have to decide what I want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-2822496482657011114?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/2822496482657011114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=2822496482657011114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/2822496482657011114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/2822496482657011114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-do-i-want-to-do-with-my-life.html' title='What do I want to do with my life?'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-7988847917906651590</id><published>2007-09-13T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:50:47.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven small town girls in the big city</title><content type='html'>There are so many reality TV shows out there today and most of us think we could probably have our own series with all the stuff that is going on in our lives.  And yes I am one of them. My seven friends and I are all from small towns who all met here in Minneapolis at school.  All of us have a story and let me tell you there is never a dull moment with all of us. Lets start with recent events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live together in one big house so we share the drama of our everyday lives. Before I get into the craziness of our house let me introduce you to these girls. Elana has been my best friend for basically forever and we are probably the closest out of most of the girls, Bridget and Eva are also my childhood friends and they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; best friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;, Lauren, and Abby are friends that we met last year in the dorms and became instantly close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so week one you think would have been easy, right? Wrong!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; who first of all is in the hardest classes ever so she is stressed with this mess.  Then the other day she gets a phone call from one of her good friends back home and she has news that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rachel's&lt;/span&gt; best friend had a near death experience and is in the hospital in an induced coma! So not only is her homework stressing her out, plus her off campus job, she has to deal with not being able to be there for her best friend.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; did however hear good news about the situation last night.  Her best friend had received a pace maker so her heart would keep working till they figured out what had happened to this girl.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recognizes&lt;/span&gt; people and is beginning to talk.  So after a few long days of crying and worrying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; finally had a good nights sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along Elana who also has taken the hardest classes possible plus working 15 hours a week has been on the stressful boat too. There is this boy who has liked her since last semester and they kept in touch for a few months during summer and what not, but towards the end they stopped talking and it just all kind of faded.  Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what she thought anyways...we get here and Elana finds out that he is still into her and this guy is the biggest sweetheart ever so she doesn't want to hurt his feelings.  So she keeps hanging out with him, but is keeping the flirting to a minimum/ not at all.  Now this does not seem so bad and stressful, but she dealt with this on her day from hell also.  The poor girl wakes up late on her second day of classes and is sprinting around.  She gets to her class and realizes she forgot a necessity for class and ends up running  back to the house to grab her stuff for the class she is missing.  After  this she goes to work and has to work with the coworker from hell that was not supposed to be returning. Lets just say that last year they got in a fight and have not spoken since.  So for 3 hours of her life that day she did a lot of avoiding.  She then comes home to enjoy a nice lunch and ends up dropping her salsa jar that shatters all over the floor.  While she was picking it up she sees a piece on her leg and tries wiping it of and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shard&lt;/span&gt; of glass cuts her so now she is bleeding everywhere on her leg. Anyways the list went on that day and she came home and I seriously thought she was going to kill someone.  But when this girl is mad you can not help but laugh because when she is angry and yelling her face turns red, and then she ends up tripping over the fan cord.  I really couldn't help but laugh really hard at this in turn  making her laugh.  Lets say that week 2 went a little better for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Bridget is the sweetest girl on earth and would do anything for anyone.  Well she wanted to drop most of her classes because she decided to change her major during the end of summer.  She goes into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;advisers&lt;/span&gt; office on the first day of school and gets kicked out by a guy who did not speak very good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; so she missed most of her classes that day because she was not able to reschedule.  The next day she did end up seeing the advisor though and she got stuck in a music class which all of us found hilarious because this girl could not carry a tune if her life depended on it.  The best part of this was that she had to sing in front of class every week.  Needless to say she did not end up keeping that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...well it has also been a dramatic week/ few days.  Not only can I not understand one of my professors to save my life I stink at the subject as is.  So that class should be real fun this year.  I am also in an internship that requires me to work 20 hours a week plus weekends...with no pay. Sweet! Not!  Other than the fact that I am the busiest person on earth I needed to end things with my boyfriend of almost a year.  Things just started fading over the last few months and he became more of a friend figure in my life more so than a lover. So I had to break the news to him.  Now this is not the first time we have broken up, but this time it is for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; different reason.  The reason being I just do not have the same feelings for him as I once did.  Now we all know that breaking up with a person just straight up sucks.  So I brought him over the other night and broke the news to him.  The funny thing was it seemed as if  he did not care.  He cracked jokes the whole time while I balled my eyes out.  I just did not understand.  He then decided to leave and he seemed a little mad, but I think I took it harder than he did.  And the last few days have probably been the hardest.  I mean I can't call him because then I'll never get over him.  And then to add to this amazing situation my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; good friend decided he wanted to voice his opinion with me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  Things such as "you stupid girls are all the same" came up several times and then he decided to get into his breakup with his girlfriend a  while back.  It was real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;n to waste 15 minutes of my life reading that email.  Other than that my friends have been there reminding me why I broke up with the boyfriend because it's been pretty hard not to be able to talk to him for a few days when I was used to calling him all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other girls they have kept a pretty low key profile, but we'll see what happens in the next few weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-7988847917906651590?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/7988847917906651590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=7988847917906651590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/7988847917906651590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/7988847917906651590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/09/seven-small-town-girls-in-big-city.html' title='Seven small town girls in the big city'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850187827309509215.post-6906447179172944107</id><published>2007-09-12T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:00:36.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Did you ever stop in the middle of a crowed place and think to yourself I wonder what their story is? I wonder what they have been though? I often think about that.  All the billions of people on Earth have their own story, have their own experiences, and have their own life.  I wish I had a superpower to be able to read people and just know their stories.  I just think its unreal that we go through life and we have a few friends, and of course family; but honestly how much do we all really know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;?  I've lived with my best friend for the last two years, but I've known her my whole life and I'm still finding things out about her.  I then start to wonder about that "one special person we are all supposed to meet." A lot of people these days are getting married at a younger age and all so that means less time to get to know someone.  I've heard stories about people getting married after knowing someone for a few months and I just think that is crazy because really how much can you find out about a person in that short of time?  Not judging of course...good for them if they can be that compatible with someone in that short of time.  I just think that this is why our divorce rates are so high because people get married when they are still in the "honeymoon stage" of their relationship and then realize that there is a lot more to that person that makes you love them more or less.  I for one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know myself all that great, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still learning new things about myself everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All of us are strangers to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, even the people we think we know the most.  It's just a crazy thing to think about, that every person on this earth has their own deep dark secrets which are probably far worse than our own. We think our bad days are terrible, but the person next to you could only have a month left to live, making your bad day not so bad.  This is how I go on with my life. I've had so many bad experiences in a hospital and such, but you know what I came out of it living...you cant say that for everyone. So if you are having a bad day...just think that the stranger next to you could be having a far worse day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850187827309509215-6906447179172944107?l=michelly005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/feeds/6906447179172944107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6850187827309509215&amp;postID=6906447179172944107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/6906447179172944107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850187827309509215/posts/default/6906447179172944107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelly005.blogspot.com/2007/09/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>seashell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376425874248876034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
