<?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-6000092</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:44.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>dying to get out of Texas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000092.post-113307383034454969</id><published>2005-11-27T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:52:32.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring '06</title><summary type='text'>I finally registered for my classes, looks like I'll be taking:MicrocomputersBiology IIAbnormal PsychIntro to StatsPhilosophy of KnowledgeI want to retake a couple classes this summer to raise my GPA a little more so I can get into a decent grad school (like say...NYU) the next year.There's a boy.  *gasp*  I like this boy, and he likes me, and that's fun.  We went on a date the other night.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113307383034454969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=113307383034454969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/113307383034454969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/113307383034454969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2005/11/spring-06.html' title='Spring &apos;06'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000092.post-113247182912023127</id><published>2005-11-20T01:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:30:29.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La</title><summary type='text'>Well, my sister got to go see Harry Potter tonight while I was at work. I was supposed to hang out with a certain hot boy, but that plan was thwarted by an overprotective friend who was apparently feeling quite bitchy tonight.I need to practice my saxophone, my recital is coming up in a few weeks and I don't even know what I'm going to play yet.        And, that is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113247182912023127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=113247182912023127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/113247182912023127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/113247182912023127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2005/11/la-la-la.html' title='La La La'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-112996331860637469</id><published>2005-10-22T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:42:14.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if electricity were a person, i'd marry it</title><summary type='text'>I'm ready to move far away from the gulf coast. Hurricane Rita tried to kill us all. It was pretty exciting though, what with all the FEMA people trying to tell us what's up and the "U LOOT WE SHOOT" signs that were up in some parts of the town. We actually left (well, mom and my brother and sister did) and went to this shithole town called Chireno to stay with my uncles parents. Oh.my.god. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112996331860637469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=112996331860637469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/112996331860637469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/112996331860637469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-electricity-were-person-id-marry-it.html' title='if electricity were a person, i&apos;d marry it'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-111396910521091345</id><published>2005-04-19T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:51:45.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>family guy</title><summary type='text'>is an excellent show. That's what I'm doing now, watching Family Guy.  Well, that and working on an essay that's due Friday. Tonight I went out to Raos with Jake, Jessica, and Jared to drink some overpriced coffee and shoot the bull.  We ended up just sitting outside making fun of the Blues Brothers figures they have sitting in chairs out there.  Then Jake talked for awhile about random pop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111396910521091345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=111396910521091345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111396910521091345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111396910521091345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/family-guy.html' title='family guy'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-111388550847814151</id><published>2005-04-18T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:38:28.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you know....</title><summary type='text'>you live in the country if someone walks into your algebra class and says, "I had to drive all over tarnation today".That got me wondering exactly what tarnation meant, so I decided to look it up  .  Apparently it means something about being damned.  Hmm...never heard it used in that context before. Something got screwed up when I transferred from A&amp;M.  Apparently when they (the transfer student </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111388550847814151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=111388550847814151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111388550847814151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111388550847814151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-know.html' title='you know....'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-111333487113709509</id><published>2005-04-12T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:47:54.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the quiz at dicepool.com I need to fix my links and stuff.  That's what I'll do tonight. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111333487113709509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=111333487113709509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111333487113709509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111333487113709509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/take-quiz-at-dicepool.html' title='&lt;insert witty title&gt;'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-111266804129830015</id><published>2005-04-04T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:27:21.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah! Mondays</title><summary type='text'>I had a political science test today. It went pretty well I think. There's also only about 2 weeks of school left before finals which is awesome!So I really wish they'd hurry up and catch this guy.  I don't like the thought of a convict running around the woods outside my house.   It has made things exciting around here though.  Until two days ago the police where everywhere with their dogs and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111266804129830015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=111266804129830015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111266804129830015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111266804129830015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/bah-mondays.html' title='Bah! Mondays'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-111238549604942260</id><published>2005-04-01T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:58:16.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, i almost forgot about this...</title><summary type='text'>But now that I've found it again, I think I'll start writing in it again. I'm taking a trip this summer.  Not sure where I'm going yet, but it's time to see some of the world outside of Texas. Oh yeah, and I'm unemployed...again.  Walmart can kiss my ass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111238549604942260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=111238549604942260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111238549604942260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/111238549604942260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/wow-i-almost-forgot-about-this.html' title='wow, i almost forgot about this...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-110089592677915419</id><published>2004-11-19T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T14:25:26.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mom is pissing me off acting like I'm about ten years old.  she just doesn't like the thought of me doing things with my life that are off of whatever stupid plan she has for me.  instead of spending time with aaron i should be spending every waking moment that i have studying.  umm...i don't think so.  she gave me a lecture last night when i got home about how i should only date someone i'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/110089592677915419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=110089592677915419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/110089592677915419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/110089592677915419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/11/mom-is-pissing-me-off-acting-like-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-109994159029311169</id><published>2004-11-08T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:19:50.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been awhile, but nothing too exciting has happened.  Mainly I've just been going to school, working, and studying...woo freaking hoo.  Last week something pretty crappy happened.  This guy I know either killed himself or was murdered.  They aren't sure which it was because he'd apparently gotten heavily involved in using cocaine over the summer and he'd mentioned something to his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/109994159029311169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=109994159029311169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109994159029311169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109994159029311169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000092.post-109764343689020451</id><published>2004-10-12T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:57:16.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a slug's hero!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's true.  I saved a slugs life last night.  My sadistic little brother decided he was tired of seeing it on our patio every night and decided to pour salt all over it.  I walked out just in time to see some sort of yellow fluid spilling out of it.  Luckily I was able to dilute the salt enough for it to survive without drowning the poor thing.  I checked on it several times throughout the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/109764343689020451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=109764343689020451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109764343689020451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109764343689020451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-slugs-hero.html' title='I&apos;m a slug&apos;s hero!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-109393174840993297</id><published>2004-08-31T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T00:55:48.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lamar.studying.blarg</title><summary type='text'>I started school last week.   I think I like Lamar more than A&amp;M, mostly because I get to leave the campus instead of feeling like I'm trapped at school all the time.  I dropped down to 15 hours because I decided that on top of everything else, the British Lit class just wasn't going to happen (especially since I was wasting an elective credit on it).  So here's the run down of my professors.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/109393174840993297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=109393174840993297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109393174840993297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109393174840993297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/08/lamarstudyingblarg.html' title='lamar.studying.blarg'/><author><name>Kristin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000092.post-109263847473673003</id><published>2004-08-16T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T01:43:33.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time to grow up.</title><summary type='text'>              &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;                            	 I had a realization today. I think I've had it before, but this time I think I'm actually going to do something about the current situation I keep putting myself in and take some steps to change things. I don't really know what brought all this about, but it finally clicked while I was on my way to church this morning. Basically I've</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/109263847473673003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=109263847473673003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109263847473673003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109263847473673003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/08/time-to-grow-up.html' title='time to grow up.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000092.post-109203496317127033</id><published>2004-08-09T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T02:02:43.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Judging from my lack of online activity in the past months, most people would probably assume I have a life.  This is completely untrue.  I've been up to nothing exciting.  I got my tongue pierced a couple days ago.  Unfortunately I had to take it out becausea.) my mom saw it and DEMANDED that it be removed immediately.b.) it apparently was crooked and recomended by professional type people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/109203496317127033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=109203496317127033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109203496317127033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109203496317127033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/08/judging-from-my-lack-of-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-109057106883683829</id><published>2004-07-23T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T03:24:28.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bah!    3am.  I can't sleep.  I'm not tired.  I'm going to see the Astros play on Monday.  I've never been to a professional baseball game before, so it should be pretty cool.    My little friend Brandon works with me now..well he starts Monday.  But now I finally have a normal person to work with.  It'll be good.    Hmm....all this easy editing stuff is kind of fun.  Or maybe I'm just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/109057106883683829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=109057106883683829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109057106883683829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109057106883683829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/07/bah-3am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-109013749262148295</id><published>2004-07-18T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T02:58:12.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight was excellent, atleast the parts I can reemeber rihht now.I think I like a boyDoing something after a good atleast six months of not doing it makes it seem so freaking aswesome when you get to do it again.  ( noo im not talking about sexc_This boy i'm taliking about is infact the gujy whos ahouse i was at tonight.  Also in a completely uncharactersizetic of me action I'm pretty sure</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/109013749262148295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=109013749262148295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109013749262148295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/109013749262148295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/07/tonight-was-excellent-atleast-parts-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108969474972951077</id><published>2004-07-12T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T23:59:09.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually went and had my meeting with my advisor today.  He was a not so friendly guy who pretty much just brushed any question I tried to ask him off like they weren't important.  So what it comes down to is this:  Lamar has a special philosophy of knowledge class that's required, it sounds like bullshit to me, but what it really means is that the philosophy class I took last year counts for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108969474972951077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108969474972951077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108969474972951077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108969474972951077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-actually-went-and-had-my-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108935458125067358</id><published>2004-07-09T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T01:29:41.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got the internet hooked up in my room finally, which means that instead of laying in bed staring at the ceiling at night because mom runs me out of the main part of the house I can get online and she'll never know.  It's crazy having a curfew and everything again.  I'm 19 years old and I have to be home by midnight every night.   I'd understand if I was out doing something bad, but I'm not.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108935458125067358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108935458125067358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108935458125067358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108935458125067358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-got-internet-hooked-up-in-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108678006169664382</id><published>2004-06-09T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T06:21:01.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just watched the sun riseIt was pretty, and it reminded me of the times I'd stay up all night at school talking to Monica and Shem and then I'd see it coming up.  GA Camp starts today, and by some odd chance, I'm going even though I'd been replaced for being a devil.  I have to leave in less than an hour.  The family has gone on a family vacation without me and I can't really say I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108678006169664382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108678006169664382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108678006169664382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108678006169664382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-just-watched-sun-rise-it-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108580458361443134</id><published>2004-05-28T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T23:23:03.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLARGGGGGGDad didn't make it far before he turned him self around and came back home.  Then the next morning he tried acting like nothing had happened the night before which is complete bullshit.  I'm kind of worried, ok scratch that, really wierded out/concerned because he's acting really nice, and it seems to me like he's rushing around trying to get things done that aren't really necessary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108580458361443134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108580458361443134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108580458361443134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108580458361443134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/05/blargggggg-dad-didnt-make-it-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108564380243719085</id><published>2004-05-27T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T02:43:22.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shitDad left tonight, like for good.  Packed his clothes up, gave Justin the "you're man of the house now" speech, and told him he was on his way to Florida.  He told mom he was gonna start a new family that'll appreciate him.  He didn't say bye or anything to me, Caroline's spending the night at a friends house, so someone will have to tell her tommorow, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108564380243719085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108564380243719085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108564380243719085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108564380243719085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/05/shit-dad-left-tonight-like-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108494469561924800</id><published>2004-05-19T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T00:36:03.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm. tonight wwas fun.  i went over to casey ts after work and stuff and me and ashey convinced sean to biy us some stuff and then we proceeded toget completely wasted in ashleys acar in caseys front yar and stuff.  i was gonna spend the night but i ahve to work tommorow mornign so i figured id better coem home so caset sdrove my car and they maede smoe plan about how to get me ahome without my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108494469561924800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108494469561924800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108494469561924800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108494469561924800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/05/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108476855754248664</id><published>2004-05-16T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T23:35:57.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...life is interesting, to say the least.  Apparently while working at the pizza prison, I'll only get one day off per week and will be subjected to working rediculously long hours (read: open to close) without a break with the bitchiest manager I've ever had.  Also, I've avoided staying home much, so my schedule really looks somewhat like: wake up, work, drive in cirlces around beaumont with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108476855754248664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108476855754248664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108476855754248664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108476855754248664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108439328531564684</id><published>2004-05-12T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:21:25.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell...is wrong with blogger?  This looks stupid and new things confuse me and I don't like being confused.  No no.  Now seems like the ideal time to pay Cory and set me up one of them metnal blogs.  Yep. soon as I have some money it's gonna happen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108439328531564684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108439328531564684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108439328531564684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108439328531564684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-10840751719680779</id><published>2004-05-08T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T23:04:01.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take off the cowboy clothes, buck-oTonights prom in Lumberton.  That's Justin with his date, Cambie.  It's also his birthday, he's 17 today.  For the record, I think Cambie's a devil and Justin will probably get in a lot of trouble tonight, but ya know, that's just my opinion which obviously doesn't count for much.  Cause ya know, finding a bottle of everclear in his room and him TELLING me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/10840751719680779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=10840751719680779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/10840751719680779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/10840751719680779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/05/take-off-cowboy-clothes-buck-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108369385258645617</id><published>2004-05-04T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:08:04.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night it finally what I was doing truly sunk in.  I'm leaving College Station, but mostly I'm leaving Jeff.  I mean, yes I've known this for a long time, but we went out to dinner last night and then we were walking around Hastings being stupid, playing with the guitars, being our normal perverted selves, and I realized that I only have one week left to do this kind of stuff with him.  One </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108369385258645617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108369385258645617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108369385258645617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108369385258645617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-night-it-finally-what-i-was-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108325918373821746</id><published>2004-04-29T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T12:24:00.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stress stylesfinals are coming up, and there are a lot of exams and random crap that professors are trying to fit in before the reading days start.  it's funny how different people react to stress though.  Kristina, for example studies nonstop, and I'm sure I annoy the hell out of her by never studying.  When I get stressed out my brain seems to go into shut down mode and I don't do anything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108325918373821746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108325918373821746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108325918373821746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108325918373821746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/stress-styles-finals-are-coming-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108312564163671315</id><published>2004-04-27T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:18:16.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eyebrow is piercedabout half of my stuff is packedgoing home this weekend to paint my room/move the half of the packed stuff home.  (i know, i'm jumping the gun a bit)tues: psych finalthurs: sociology finalfri: history finalmon: philosophy finalmon: LEAVE.thurs: start workyup.  That's my life for the next two weeks.  I can fail every final with a 50 and still pass the classes, except </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108312564163671315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108312564163671315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108312564163671315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108312564163671315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/eyebrow-is-pierced-about-half-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108295186504803985</id><published>2004-04-25T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:01:56.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talked to philsophy teacher about my paper.  I didn't plaguarize.  He laughed at me for being so worried.  I got my paper back during class.  I got an 'A' which was excellent for me, because I think that's only the second one I've made since I've been here.  w00t!  I'm getting my eyebrow pierced again this week.  I miss it, and I am just gonna keep working at Little Caesars as a manager this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108295186504803985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108295186504803985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108295186504803985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108295186504803985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/talked-to-philsophy-teacher-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108258314745422483</id><published>2004-04-21T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T16:36:33.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing exciting to write about.  There are only 10 actual class days left, and that makes me ohhhh so happy.  As of now I haven't found another job, so it looks like I'll be back as a pizza slave for awhile..bleh.  I really need to get ahold of someone at my house, but they won't answer the phone...apparently on our last philosophy essay, 12 people plagiarized and if I was one of them, I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108258314745422483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108258314745422483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108258314745422483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108258314745422483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/nothing-exciting-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108209153181006191</id><published>2004-04-15T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T00:02:49.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided.  I'm going to get this:tattooed around my wrist.  It'll be small enough that I can cover it up with a watch around my parents or at work or something.  I'm going to wait awhile, probably until the end of summer, that way I'll be able to make sure I still want it..(YES I WILL STILL) and I'll figure out the best place in Beaumont to get it done.  That and kind of make sure I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108209153181006191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108209153181006191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108209153181006191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108209153181006191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/ive-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108200748550498535</id><published>2004-04-15T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T00:42:02.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my life is boringsleepclasssleepstudycomputersleeprepeatI sleep too much too.  I don't know what's up with that.  I used to require hardly any sleep to function, now I'm a freakin sleep junkie.  *sigh* oh well...it's not like I really have anything better to do.  I can't wait to get a job.  Having a job makes me feel like I'm actually doing something with myself.  Sure, I'm going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108200748550498535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108200748550498535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108200748550498535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108200748550498535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-life-is-boring-sleep-class-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108180663252152911</id><published>2004-04-12T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:54:26.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>muy excelenteI think I just had one of the best weekends overall...ever.  I went to Lumberton Wednesday night and helped with the Rec team at church.  I played dodgeball the oldschool way how we used to play it before all the dumb mom's decided it was too dangerous.  Yeah...11 year old boys throw hard, lol.  Then I drove back and forth to Orange twice in the next two days because I need to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108180663252152911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108180663252152911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108180663252152911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108180663252152911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/muy-excelente-i-think-i-just-had-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108120244267160939</id><published>2004-04-05T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:57:28.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hah.Lumberton Teens Admit to Stealing Laptop Computers From SchoolThey even have their cute little mugshots on the internetIn the excitement of making the last post, I forgot something which made my weekend excellent.  Over Christmas break, the intermediate school was broken into and nearly $70,000 worth of laptop computers and accessories were stolen.  Nothing ever came of it and I guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108120244267160939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108120244267160939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108120244267160939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108120244267160939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108112263536916538</id><published>2004-04-04T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T18:54:18.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Answers.*plays Twilight Zone theme*Something w-i-e-r-d is going on.  I went home this weekend to talk to some people about some stuff and to talk to my parents about what I'm doing next year.  Well, thankfully the friends that I talked to aren't pissed at me anymore, they were just upset when they heard about some stuff I'd been doing, but we're all good now.  And even better (although still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108112263536916538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108112263536916538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108112263536916538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108112263536916538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/answers.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108088278416663781</id><published>2004-04-01T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:21:57.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my...www.demonbuster.comApparently we should all rid our homes of any dolls, stuffed animals, toys, playing cards. and candles because they are all homes for demons.  Also contemporary worship music is something we should all seek "deliverence" from.If you have any piercings, tatoos, or other self inflicted wounds are your body you've broken the skin and opened yourself up to house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108088278416663781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108088278416663781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108088278416663781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108088278416663781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/04/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108079913182502960</id><published>2004-03-31T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T00:07:02.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what do you do when you feel abondoned and lonely? you make an entry in your journal for some reason. maybe cause you think someone far away will see it, and come and heal you. or because you think a friend will see it and call you up to talk. or maybe because someone will read it and think of a great way for me to somehow get better without having to see a therapist. or maybe it's just because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108079913182502960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108079913182502960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108079913182502960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108079913182502960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-do-you-do-when-you-feel-abondoned.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108077493161754671</id><published>2004-03-31T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:19:09.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday ten A&amp;M students dressed as indians and dumped mock tea crates into Rudder Fountan and Fish Pond as a protest of the proposed student services fee increase as well as the right to vote for the MSC president.  Their crates had slogans such as "No fee increases" and "Boston Fee Party" written on them.    The fee increase is only .65 for every credit hour it'd be only about $7.00 more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108077493161754671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108077493161754671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108077493161754671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108077493161754671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/yesterday-ten-am-students-dressed-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108069297545811322</id><published>2004-03-30T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T18:33:11.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMMITCaseygirl0524: kristin...they shut down aimkristin the nerd: what?Caseygirl0524: this freaking school wont let us get on aimkristin the nerd: why not?!?!Caseygirl0524: I DONT KNOW. kristin the nerd: for how long?Caseygirl0524: FOREVER i guessCaseygirl0524: something about AIM overriding their proxy serverCaseygirl0524: and its a "security issue"kristin the nerd: bullshit it is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108069297545811322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108069297545811322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108069297545811322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108069297545811322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/dammit-caseygirl0524-kristin.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108052596926264448</id><published>2004-03-28T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:10:21.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>worry...Yeah.  Lots to worry about.  While I was at home this weekend because all my friends were busy I decided to be nosy and look through all the files on the computer.  So I found all these things my sister had written...stuff about how she's ugly, stupid, hates herself, how she hates everyone else..it was kinda scary.  She's only ten years old and she's already thinking stuff like that.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108052596926264448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108052596926264448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108052596926264448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108052596926264448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/worry.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108031907097827218</id><published>2004-03-26T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T10:41:21.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two of life's little pleasures...The Simpsons and political debates with my brother when he gets pwned.  The episode of The Simpson I was watching yesterday was about some aliens that were taking over presidential candidates Bill Clinton's and Bob Dole's bodies in order to start taking over the world.  Homer exposed them for what they are and said something to the extent of everyone voting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108031907097827218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108031907097827218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108031907097827218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108031907097827218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/two-of-lifes-little-pleasures.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108016342081802265</id><published>2004-03-24T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T15:27:08.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want this shirt.the end.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108016342081802265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108016342081802265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108016342081802265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108016342081802265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-want-this-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-108013515194405056</id><published>2004-03-24T07:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T07:37:49.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMFG.  Aaron today!!!w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.w0rd.*goes off to be excited*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/108013515194405056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=108013515194405056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108013515194405056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/108013515194405056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107991700761821835</id><published>2004-03-21T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T19:00:11.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wooI hate cars that speed up while I'm trying to pass them on a two lane road and can see the opposing traffic flying at me.  I also dislike mosquito bites and poison ivy, as I'm covered in both of them.  Yesterday I went canoing and swimming out on the creek with Justin and Ben.  Well...I thought we were just going to be canoing atleast.  I also assumed that they wouldn't tackle me like I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107991700761821835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107991700761821835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107991700761821835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107991700761821835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/woo-i-hate-cars-that-speed-up-while-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107976344346243602</id><published>2004-03-20T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T00:20:45.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>help me, plz, lolok guys this is the game we're gonna play.  it's called help kristin figure out how to change stuff on her template.  here's what I want to happen:subtitle thingy needs to not be that wierd khacki-ish color with the orange writing.comments link need to not say "no one loves me" when I have no comments because that makes me sound stupid and emo.anyone know how to put a line</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107976344346243602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107976344346243602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107976344346243602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107976344346243602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/help-me-plz-lol-ok-guys-this-is-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107972641045641538</id><published>2004-03-19T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T14:03:31.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woo.  house to myself today.  I should be at the beach right now, but someones a bum and wouldn't get up so we could leave.  grr.  oh well.so yep.  doing whatever i want today.  right now it's drinking smirnoff and trying to figure out how to change stuff on my template.  pretty boring if you awsk me.  justin made a fake id out of his old license and even though it looks like crap peopke keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107972641045641538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107972641045641538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107972641045641538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107972641045641538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107963031599828339</id><published>2004-03-18T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T11:21:55.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O.M.F.G.I really dislike this house and most of the people in it.  If my parents would please stop trying to convince me that I'm insane it'd be great.  I'm not.  Talk to me in person when the supreme assholes of the world aren't around.  I'm perfectly normal.  THEY are the ones who fuck with my head and make me crazy."There is no happy ending I've come to a point Where I just don't give a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107963031599828339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107963031599828339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107963031599828339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107963031599828339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107948633361424564</id><published>2004-03-16T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T19:22:10.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*STAB STAB STAB*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107948633361424564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107948633361424564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107948633361424564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107948633361424564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/stab-stab-stab.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107941558773207504</id><published>2004-03-15T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T23:43:03.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newsflash:  If you didn't already know, I'm a crappy daughter.Yeah.  I'm not girly enough, mom says I'll never get married because no guy will ever look at me twice unless I start dressing like a hooker.  Soory.  That's not me.  I'm really pissed off right now.  I didn't come home to have them tell me how much I do wrong, which is all I've gotten today.  And yeah.  Angie's getting a new car.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107941558773207504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107941558773207504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107941558773207504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107941558773207504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/newsflash-if-you-didnt-already-know-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107906225308697300</id><published>2004-03-11T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:34:03.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Midterms=no updatingFour down, one to go.  I can't force myself to study, which is bad...very bad, but ya know, I can only absorb so much information in a week, and I really couldn't care less about the characteristics of colonial America right now.  Yes, it is interesting, but only when I have the ability to retain what I'm reading.  BAH.  Just so you know, spring break starts for me in *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107906225308697300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107906225308697300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107906225308697300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107906225308697300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/midtermsno-updating-four-down-one-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107885222243831561</id><published>2004-03-09T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T11:13:29.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Add another person to RL Tally SheetYeah.  So I get back to my dorm last night and Anna had left a message on IM for me saying she was at A&amp;M.  So I went and met her at the library, talked to her for a few minutes and met her mom and sister.  Then this morning we met again and had breakfast (first time since I've been in college, lol) then walked around campus a bit looking around and stuff.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107885222243831561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107885222243831561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107885222243831561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107885222243831561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/add-another-person-to-rl-tally-sheet.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107878819846536227</id><published>2004-03-08T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:26:24.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gah. So Busy.I feel like I've been neglecting all my internet friends.  I haven't actually talked to hardly anyone in forever.  Guess that's what happens when I actually decide that studying and sleeping are both necessary.  But man...really.  It could slow down a little.  The semester is already almost half way over and it's just flown by.  This week seems like it's going to be no exception.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107878819846536227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107878819846536227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107878819846536227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107878819846536227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107862310947497469</id><published>2004-03-06T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T21:01:03.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm.. Normally I don't post these types of things, but band lists make me laugh.  And just so you all know my nerdiness, I'll bold the ones I'm guilty of.1. When you hear music and you start marking time. 2. When you walk behind someone and you're in step with them. 3. When you try to guess the tempo of your favorite song. 4. When all your friends are in the band. 5. When you don't mind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107862310947497469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107862310947497469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107862310947497469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107862310947497469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107856070651597803</id><published>2004-03-06T02:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T02:14:49.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i learned some more songs on guitar tonight.  jeff rocks even if he does make fun of my midgitized fingers.  the end.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107856070651597803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107856070651597803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107856070651597803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107856070651597803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-i-learned-some-more-songs-on-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107842263405769312</id><published>2004-03-04T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T11:53:34.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lesson LearnedNever try to reason with a non English speaking Chem lab instructor, even if you are right, it doesn't matter.  Regardless of the fact that since he's a chemistry grad student, he doesn't understand why saying more reactants would be formed and the reaction would shift to the left mean the same thing.  So thinking of next year, I'm honestly not sure what I should do.  There are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107842263405769312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107842263405769312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107842263405769312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107842263405769312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/lesson-learned-never-try-to-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107837535025399671</id><published>2004-03-03T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:45:29.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meh.I've been too moody lately, letting things rub me the wrong way and stuff.  I keep repeating my mantra, "everyone is not against me, everyone is not against me..." lol.  What a nerd.  I'm sorry to admit it, but I'm turning into a sappy girl and it's pathetic.  Geez...I don't know what the deal is.  When I was home last weekend Sean came up to me and hugged me and I CRIED!  What the heck is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107837535025399671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107837535025399671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107837535025399671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107837535025399671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/meh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107820956119722759</id><published>2004-03-02T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T00:42:17.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psalm 55Listen to my prayer Oh God, do not ignore my plea; hear me and answer me.  My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught at the voice of my enemy, at the stares of the wicked; for they bring down suffering upon me and revile me in their anger.  My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death assail me.  Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.  I said, "Oh, that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107820956119722759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107820956119722759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107820956119722759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107820956119722759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/psalm-55-listen-to-my-prayer-oh-god-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107819430481478405</id><published>2004-03-01T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T20:28:01.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sarcasm.I'd never thought I was a sarcastic person until I met Shem and he commented on it.  Since then I've realized that I am extremely sarcastic...all the time.  It doesn't come across over the computer because everything I say has more of a point to it and I think before I type, but in person, I sometimes feel sorry for people that have to talk to me.  This girl that lives down the hall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107819430481478405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107819430481478405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107819430481478405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107819430481478405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/03/sarcasm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107810671734403351</id><published>2004-02-29T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:08:12.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kristin=disappointmentThanks guys.  I appreciate it. Other than that, due to a rather unfortunate accident involving reaching to the passenger side floor for a cd, and a seatbelt that wasn't buckled all the way, my eyebrow is no longer pierced.  Stupid me was so sick about having it get yanked on by stuff that the seatbelt incident which left me bleeding and with a rather large hole in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107810671734403351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107810671734403351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107810671734403351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107810671734403351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/kristindisappointment-thanks-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107786333877886249</id><published>2004-02-27T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T00:31:50.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...and your souls will be consOOmed by lust......yeah.  The Texas A&amp;M resident religious fanatic was back in business today in front of the Academic Building.  Jumping around, running in circles, screaming about how everyone is doomed to hell.  As I was walking to class I was lucky enough to hear the end of his spill about lust...from atleast 400 feet away...he was belting this stuff out.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107786333877886249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107786333877886249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107786333877886249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107786333877886249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107776871422046318</id><published>2004-02-25T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:14:44.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG.  CountryOther schools are content just to have football teams, but not Lumberton, we're so country we need a rodeo team!Rebel Hall Tex: I'm doing bull riding next yearkristin the nerd: oh really?Rebel Hall Tex: yeahkristin the nerd: that's cool i guesskristin the nerd: where are u gonna do it?Rebel Hall Tex: for the schoolkristin the nerd: WHAT?Rebel Hall Tex: they're having a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107776871422046318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107776871422046318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107776871422046318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107776871422046318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107765344192953730</id><published>2004-02-24T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T14:15:11.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG...AwesomeFinding the American Airlines Center was a bit tricky as I've never been to Dallas before, but after almost killing several people, making illegal turns, and running a red light, we found it.  CONCERT TIME!!!Our seats were pretty good, close enough so we could actually see the stage pretty well.  Story of the Year played first, and I only know two of their songs, but I was looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107765344192953730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107765344192953730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107765344192953730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107765344192953730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/omg_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107755535216778421</id><published>2004-02-23T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:58:38.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets play a game...help me win by clicking     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107755535216778421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107755535216778421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107755535216778421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107755535216778421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/lets-play-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107751645453258510</id><published>2004-02-23T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T00:10:20.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fairly boring weekend...(My enter key doesn't work, so we'll see how my formatting skills work, lol.)Yeah, nothing exciting ever happens.  I went to my sisters basketball game and talked bad about some little girl the whole time only to find out it was HER MOM sitting right in front of me.  Oops.  Saturday evening I had some sort of wierd breakdown because I realized that I actually could be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107751645453258510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107751645453258510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107751645453258510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107751645453258510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/fairly-boring-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107717145253488008</id><published>2004-02-19T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T00:20:12.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke!A father watched his little daughter playing in the garden. Hesmiled as he reflected on how sweet and innocent his little girlwas. Suddenly she just stopped and stared at the ground. He went overto her and noticed she was looking at two spiders mating."Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?" she asked."They're mating," her father replied."What do you call the spider on top, Daddy?" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107717145253488008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107717145253488008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107717145253488008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107717145253488008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/joke-father-watched-his-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107714322667458633</id><published>2004-02-18T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:29:46.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time since high school...I felt smart.  I finished todays psychology test in a record breaking fifteen minutes, got the key and saw that I'd gotten every question right, including the two "bonuses". Kristin is happy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107714322667458633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107714322667458633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107714322667458633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107714322667458633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/for-first-time-since-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107707337371405903</id><published>2004-02-17T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:05:32.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is time?  Is it just something that we made up to keep track of things?  Does it go on to infinity in every direction.  In philosophy we're studying a bunch of different arguements for the existence of God, one of them being the Cosmological Argument.  The main point it makes is that in the world there are dependent beings, but not every one can be dependent, so there has to be atleast one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107707337371405903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107707337371405903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107707337371405903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107707337371405903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-is-time-is-it-just-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107699551746274377</id><published>2004-02-16T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:27:55.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleh.  I waste so much time here, sitting in my room by myself doing absolutely nothing.  I could study, but I don't.  I literally just stare at the ceiling.  All I did today was send a record breaking long email to Sean and then I read some of my history book for awhile.  I skipped two classes, the first because I opted to take a shower instead of listening to my professors interpretation of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107699551746274377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107699551746274377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107699551746274377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107699551746274377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107691609054088767</id><published>2004-02-16T01:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T01:24:06.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some illegal activity, a minor car wreck, a new hard drive, and the planning of a trip to MarshallThat pretty much sums up my weekend.  A series of stupid decisions which led to me not realizing that of course the creek would be flooded over the road and no I would definately not be able to drive through it resulted in what is now the annoying thunking sound that my car is making.  Yes, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107691609054088767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107691609054088767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107691609054088767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107691609054088767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/some-illegal-activity-minor-car-wreck.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107661958929987967</id><published>2004-02-12T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T15:08:54.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy V-Day...By V Day I don't mean Valentines Day.  It's vagina day here.  Jeff IM'd me and alerted me to the activities taking place not 500 feet from my dorm, so I walk down there to check it out.  Here's what I see:  a rousing game of 'rope the dildo', an orgasmic moaning contest, vagina shaped suckers, and they're handing out condems.  It's a big sex-fest down there.  Right in the middle of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107661958929987967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107661958929987967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107661958929987967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107661958929987967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/happy-v-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-10765576201570442</id><published>2004-02-11T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:49:30.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my gosh.  I’m so mad.  I just had a huge argument with my parents over whether or not I could get my labret pierced.  They say no.  Dad says if I do it I’m “cut off”.  That means completely unsupported.  Maybe to most people that’d be enough to make them say “oh, nevermind then.”  But not me.  Oh no.  It just makes me want to do it more as a way of saying fuck you.  Because you know, if I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/10765576201570442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=10765576201570442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/10765576201570442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/10765576201570442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107654080851268391</id><published>2004-02-11T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:09:19.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should buy an umbrella...For real.  The rain.  Jeez...anyway, that doesn't matter.  I had my first chemistry test today, and it was hard, but not nearly as hard as they were last semester.  That was good.  I'm sitting here listening to "Poetic Tragedy" by the Used.  It's a good song.  I relate to it a lot I guess.  I've been trying to be more positive, to look at things differently, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107654080851268391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107654080851268391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107654080851268391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107654080851268391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-should-buy-umbrella.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107647506050854796</id><published>2004-02-10T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T22:53:29.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really tired.  I don't know why.  I slept a lot last night and this morning.  I didn't get up until 10:30 because I don't have morning classes on Tuesdays.  In spite of that, by the time American Idol started at 7:00 I was about to fall asleep.  Gah.  My first chem test is tommorow.  I'm really unmotivated to study.  I'd rather do anything else.  I'm being really antisocial around here, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107647506050854796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107647506050854796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107647506050854796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107647506050854796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107639145661935875</id><published>2004-02-09T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T23:41:19.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things That Make Me Smile Hanging out with my Lumberton friendsGoing bowlingGoing to my churchPlaying my saxophoneGoing to concertsJeff trying to teach me guitar and then giving up and letting me listen to him playDoing drunk people impersonations with TrevorReading good booksDriving fastGETTING HUGGED BY MY FRIENDS Letting CoCo sleep in my room while I'm homeHaving a note for me left</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107639145661935875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107639145661935875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107639145661935875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107639145661935875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/things-that-make-me-smile-hanging-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107639066201562377</id><published>2004-02-09T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T23:26:49.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>create your own visited states map or write about it on the open travel guideI've been more places than I realized, even though most of them were only driving through.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107639066201562377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107639066201562377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107639066201562377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107639066201562377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/create-your-own-visited-states-map-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107636193030741410</id><published>2004-02-09T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T15:27:57.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was in response to the fifty random messages that I left for Casey while she was in class.  She goes to ETBU and hates it equally as much as I hate A&amp;M.  I will soon demand to be addressed as "Jericho Hall" following the collapse of this fine learning institution.Caseygirl0524: hahahahha k hall. ya made my day!! i guess id better catch up to you now....well, for starters its going to take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107636193030741410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107636193030741410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107636193030741410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107636193030741410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-was-in-response-to-fifty-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107629211079488199</id><published>2004-02-08T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:04:17.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good weekend.  I hung out with Sean, Angie, and Casey Friday night over at Angie's house and we watched these super old videos from when we were little.  There was this one of Angie's birthday party and they were having a Ms. America pageant and Casey was trying to dance...it was really funny.  She kept slamming herself into the ground and stuff.  Then lets see Saturday night I went to a hockey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107629211079488199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107629211079488199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107629211079488199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107629211079488199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107604748285895642</id><published>2004-02-06T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:07:05.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was cool.  I'm keeping my scholarship, and I went out with a bunch of girls to dinner.  I met some new people, and then Amber asked me to go to this 9:30 prayer thing with her, which was the single awesomest experience I've had in my whole life.  I can't really even describe what it was like, but for the first time in what seems like forever, I saw people who were so real about their faith </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107604748285895642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107604748285895642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107604748285895642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107604748285895642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/today-was-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107596388155271473</id><published>2004-02-05T00:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T00:53:42.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going home this weekend.  And next weekend.  I talked to my mom on the phone tonight and she got mad at me for something.  I'm not exactly sure what I did.  bleh.  Oh, have I mentioned recently how much I LOVE this place?  I got yet another email today telling me I'm on probation for another scholarship.  I have to meet with the lady tommorow.  She didn't say they were taking it away from me,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107596388155271473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107596388155271473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107596388155271473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107596388155271473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-going-home-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107587401203690945</id><published>2004-02-03T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T23:55:51.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm talking to Casey, and we're trying to figure out how having a what should be perceived as better day than you've had in a long time can leave you feeling alone and empty.  Example:  today Mark and Tina came up here for a college day to look around and have some people talk to them and stuff.  Mark is one of my good friends and I got to see him.  We went to dinner and talked for awhile.  Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107587401203690945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107587401203690945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107587401203690945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107587401203690945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-talking-to-casey-and-were-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107575553269290725</id><published>2004-02-02T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T15:01:09.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whee!  I was productive today.  I hunted down the impossible to find in this town lab manual online and bought it for half the price it would have been here.  Then I finished all my chemistry homework for this chaper, and uhh yeah.  Today I realized that I get really frustrated with stupid people.  For example these girls that were sitting behind me in chemistry.  I sit in the front row because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107575553269290725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107575553269290725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107575553269290725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107575553269290725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/whee-i-was-productive-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107566555763626836</id><published>2004-02-01T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T14:02:02.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Follow the link below to add your name to this important petition in support of the Federal Marriage Amendment. Go to http://www.nogaymarriage.com to sign. "I got this email from a lady at home who knows me fairly well.  Why then did she feel the need to send this to me?  She knows I'm not against gay marriage and believe that the government should keep out of personal business.  The only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107566555763626836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107566555763626836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107566555763626836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107566555763626836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/02/follow-link-below-to-add-your-name-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107561005912102116</id><published>2004-01-31T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T22:36:34.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my grandma went through with an elaborate plan to give my grandpa a surprise party for his 70th birthday.  It was definately cool, and he didn't suspect anything.  We don't see that side of the family much, infact I hadn't seen my cousin Jennifer in over two years.  Anyhow, she got /everyone/ to come and we all met at Johnny Carinos and hung out for awhile.  Since the last time I'd seen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107561005912102116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107561005912102116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107561005912102116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107561005912102116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-my-grandma-went-through-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107551749755681004</id><published>2004-01-30T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T20:54:36.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glad I'm not here"Residents of Tainan learned a lesson in whale biology after the decomposing remains of a 60-ton sperm whale exploded on a busy street, showering nearby cars and shops with blood and organs and stopping traffic for hours. The 56-foot-long whale had been on a truck headed for a necropsy by researchers, when gases from internal decay caused its entrails to explode in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107551749755681004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107551749755681004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107551749755681004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107551749755681004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/glad-im-not-here-residents-of-tainan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107548809218905735</id><published>2004-01-30T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T12:43:45.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107548809218905735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107548809218905735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107548809218905735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107548809218905735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/most-unfair-thing-about-life-is-way-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107543772402047311</id><published>2004-01-29T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:57:18.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should be doing my chemistry homework, but it's online, and it's not working.  Good thing it isn't due tommorow.  That leaves me with nothing to do.  Saturday I have to drive to Houston.  Oh joy.  Check out the space elevator and the Lord of the Right Wing!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107543772402047311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107543772402047311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107543772402047311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107543772402047311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-should-be-doing-my-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107533027052908217</id><published>2004-01-28T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T16:53:21.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that guys always seem to like girls that already have boyfriends, or to rephrase, why do some girls have so many guys interested in them?  I can think of two examples off the top of my head.  Both of these girls are people that I hang around with at school, so I get to hear all about it a million times a day.  Both of them are in good relationships, but they're being stupid by leading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107533027052908217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107533027052908217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107533027052908217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107533027052908217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/why-is-it-that-guys-always-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107526805530948752</id><published>2004-01-27T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T23:39:04.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For my history class I'm reading the book Big Chief Elizabeth.  It's about the first colonists in America.  There was a passage from it about what they saw as they pulled up near the shore of Cape Hatteras, which would be called North Carolina now that made me think about how awesome it would've been to have seen this country before most of the land was industrialized.  It has excerpts from Sir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107526805530948752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107526805530948752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107526805530948752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107526805530948752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/for-my-history-class-im-reading-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107515657165091546</id><published>2004-01-26T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T16:38:19.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Philosophy and Psychology are the best classes ever.  Psychology cause my teacher's funny and tells us completely random things like the way that different positions during sex increase the likeliness of pregnancy.  Philosophy is great because I'm interested in it and now I have an excuse to 'make' myself read all this stuff.  For that class we have these small groups we get into on Fridays and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107515657165091546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107515657165091546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107515657165091546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107515657165091546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/philosophy-and-psychology-are-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107509066739872803</id><published>2004-01-25T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T22:19:54.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a really good weekend.  I got to spend time with all my friends.  We watched Jeepers Creepers 2 on Friday night, and From Justin to Kelly on Saturday night.  NEVER watch From Justin to Kelly!  It'll make you wanna claw your eyes and ears out...for real!  It's like a modern day "Grease" except lamer!  Dude, last night it was all hurricanish in Lumberton.  I was over at Casey's and all of a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107509066739872803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107509066739872803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107509066739872803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107509066739872803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-had-really-good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107483817058998283</id><published>2004-01-23T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T00:11:33.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like trees and squirrels.  I don't like trains.that's all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107483817058998283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107483817058998283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107483817058998283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107483817058998283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-like-trees-and-squirrels.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107475089463241246</id><published>2004-01-21T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:56:55.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Classes seem to be off to a good start.  I've actually decided that I'm going to study this semester, and that's exactly what I've been doing, almost non stop.  Aside from my history professor giving the whole class (300 of us mind you,)his screen name so we could 'chat' with him, nothing wierd has happened.  I think we should plan an assault on the poor guy and all IM him at once. Because of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107475089463241246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107475089463241246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107475089463241246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107475089463241246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/classes-seem-to-be-off-to-good-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107462924783697935</id><published>2004-01-20T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T14:09:27.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I go to the only class I have today-sociology.   It's going to be interesting for sure.  My professors name is Takuji Yoshida.  He's here from Japan working on his Ph.D.  He speaks mixed English and Japanese.  I think I caught about two out of every ten words he said, not including the one's that weren't English.  I normally can understand accents pretty well, atleast European ones.  I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107462924783697935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107462924783697935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107462924783697935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107462924783697935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-i-go-to-only-class-i-have-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107455964165717122</id><published>2004-01-19T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T18:49:20.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark ended up leaving sat afternoon.  It was fine with me, he was being wierd.  I think all he wanted me to do was take him to some party or this bar that I know the bouncer at.  Sorry man, don't feel like killing any brain cells.  I found all my classes and stuff, as luck would have it, the building I have to be at at 8am takes 20 minutes for me to walk to.  This school is way too big!Trevor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107455964165717122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107455964165717122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107455964165717122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107455964165717122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/mark-ended-up-leaving-sat-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107438951827145385</id><published>2004-01-17T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T19:33:54.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in College Station, moved in, books bought.  Kristina hasn't gotten here yet.  Mark called and is on his way up here from Lumberton.  He's staying until Monday.  This promises to be a good weekend.*grins*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107438951827145385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107438951827145385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107438951827145385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107438951827145385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/back-in-college-station-moved-in-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107405789826958290</id><published>2004-01-13T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T23:26:49.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I, for now am eerily content with my life.  Yes, I'm at home, but I've come to realize that this area is where I want to be.  Maybe it was the time I spent with my friends over this break, or perhaps it was just me maturing to the point where I'm able to appreciate what I have.  I'd never have thought I'd say these words, but I'm coming back to go to Lamar next year.  There are several different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107405789826958290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107405789826958290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107405789826958290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107405789826958290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-for-now-am-eerily-content-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107385658185687727</id><published>2004-01-11T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T15:30:02.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's where I was last night.  Watching professional bull riding with my friends.  Then I went back over to the Dunhams and Ben and Mike got home and showed us the javelina they'd shot (been hunting in West Texas) and they're going to get the head mounted and stuff.  It was pretty cool.  The burning question everyone wants to know around here is when am I going back to school?  I truthfully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107385658185687727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107385658185687727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107385658185687727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107385658185687727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/thats-where-i-was-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107355089385268501</id><published>2004-01-08T02:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T02:35:13.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent four hours tonight over at the Dunhams playing spoons (if you've never played, it OMG, you have to!) we knocked some new chunks out of their table...it was crazy competitive.  Then we decided to play the game of life or whatever it's called, annd I established my position as a salesperson bringing in $100,000 a year, living in a crack house (aka teh drug dealer).  Sadly, I didn't win.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107355089385268501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107355089385268501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107355089385268501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107355089385268501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-spent-four-hours-tonight-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-10734613495370395</id><published>2004-01-07T01:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T01:42:48.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shit.I just received this email: Kristin:I am sorry to inform you that your $500 IUCCP-A.E. Martell scholarship has been cancelled for the spring 2004 semester since you did not meet the conditions for continuation.  An official letter will follow but I wanted to give you an advance warning.excuse me.  Give me advance warning?  I don't think so.  Payment is due in exactly one week.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/10734613495370395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=10734613495370395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/10734613495370395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/10734613495370395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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-6000092.post-107333120896196239</id><published>2004-01-05T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T13:33:47.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'm going to attempt to do an entry in Spanish, because I'm not sure if I can do it anymore.  I took four years of Spanish in high school and had become decently fluent to the point where I could communicate and understand, but we'll see how much I remember after not using it for six months.Anoche miré videos viejos de la iglesia con Casey y Justin. Eramos chistoso cuando eran los niños. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/feeds/107333120896196239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6000092&amp;postID=107333120896196239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107333120896196239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6000092/posts/default/107333120896196239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefromaggiehell.blogspot.com/2004/01/ok-im-going-to-attempt-to-do-entry-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><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>
