<?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-16147327</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:31:10.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-113406480655340115</id><published>2005-12-08T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:00:06.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My blogging experience</title><content type='html'>Looking back at my blogs I realize it was more of an online journal for me then a creative writing tool. I did it only becuase I had to. I didn't really enjoy or feel like I got anything out of it. Most times I was sitting down at the computer an hour before class to post something simply for credit. I believe that I am a creative writter and I do enjoy writing but only when I'm in the mood to do so. Blogger.com was not the place for me to do this. I'd rather free write on my own, not when I have to for a grade. I also found it difficult to release my emotions and personality on the web for everyone and anyone to see. That part of things made me a bit uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-113406480655340115?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/113406480655340115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=113406480655340115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113406480655340115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113406480655340115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-blogging-experience.html' title='My blogging experience'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-113383987256013324</id><published>2005-12-05T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:31:12.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooh i dunno</title><content type='html'>I guess it's a pretty crazy time of year. Last week of classes...thank gooood! Finals can't come soon enough. I can't wait to just be home and have all my friends home! I've decided I'm definitely transferring so I'm crazy busy trying to find a place to live, pick classes, and such. This next weekend is my last weekend at Keene State...it's gonna be crazzzzzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was fun. Friday night we had a surprise 40th birthday party for my mom. She had no idea it was hilarious. We rented out a hall and hired a really really good band. It was tonns of fun! Everyone was drunk and dancing...haha always a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...not much else to share perhaps next week will be more interesting....later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-113383987256013324?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/113383987256013324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=113383987256013324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113383987256013324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113383987256013324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/12/ooooh-i-dunno.html' title='ooooh i dunno'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-113270355610127289</id><published>2005-11-22T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:52:36.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooh dear</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I just found out today that Grandpa's gf is a few years younger than him....20 to be exact! So...I'm sitting down doing the math right, she is only 4 years older than my uncle. I asked my dad if he was ready for a new baby brother or sister hahaha. I guess that'd make me 19 years older than my aunt or uncle!!! This shit is crazy...have a happy turkey day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-113270355610127289?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/113270355610127289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=113270355610127289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113270355610127289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113270355610127289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/11/ooooh-dear.html' title='ooooh dear'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-113202915680634179</id><published>2005-11-14T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:32:36.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey day is going to be different this year...</title><content type='html'>Turkey day is going to be different this year.....&lt;br /&gt;First off and most importantly probably...my cousin Josh left for Kuwait last Friday. We've known for a while he'd be leaving soon, but I guess the time has to come eventually. I'll definitely notice him not being there. You see my sister and I aren't particularly close with my cousins (Josh and his brother Nate). Even though we did grow up together, live in the same town, and attend the same high school we somehow grew up separately over the years. We don't see all that much of each other but it seems like every year it's Thanksgiving that brings us together and reminds us of being kids when we were closer. I will always have certain memories stuck in my mind of the four of us. I miss the young teenage years of mixing our wine with our soda at Thanksgiving dinner , simply to make it taste better of course (haha just don't ask). My aunt Paula (his mom) is pretty much a mess...I guess it's made us all a little closer over the past couple weeks. I think about and worry about him everyday, I wish is could be here so we could all tell him. I guess we all have to just go on with our lives as usual until he comes back home, hopefully it won't be too long and he'll be here next year.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly on a happier more humorous note &lt;strong&gt;my grandpa has a girlfriend?&lt;/strong&gt; You clearly don't know how hilarious this is to me. Okay so my grandmother died suddenly when she was pretty young, it was kinda drawn out and horrible for us all to watch. Since then my grandpa has made his dog his entire life, but then the little rat died, it's horrible, he almost had nothing to live for. None of us had any idea, but one night while my aunt and uncle were out to dinner they saw him holding hands with some lady! We all just about died when they told us. Since then I've seen the two of them together EVERYWHERE! I'm really happy for him, it's just funny he's so quiet and reserved but now he's in looooove! I think she's coming to eat turkey with us. It'll be a change to the usual family craziness for sure!&lt;br /&gt;I assure you the entire evening will be filled with drunken fun for most of us... It should be quite a show...I'll be sure to fill you in next week!&lt;br /&gt;Peace for now...and happy early Turkey Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-113202915680634179?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/113202915680634179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=113202915680634179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113202915680634179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113202915680634179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/11/turkey-day-is-going-to-be-different.html' title='Turkey day is going to be different this year...'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-113139474509279265</id><published>2005-11-07T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:19:05.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how rude!</title><content type='html'>So, I was minding my own business heading from one class to another. At the bottom of the stairs there's a doorway right? There are two doors there you could choose to open. So naturally being in America and all I choose the door on the right to continue up the stairs to my class when all of a sudden a rush of people comes bombarding down the stairs. Now what do you think happened next? You think to yourself well...it would only make sense for them to open the other door the one on their right, pass through and go on with their day. Oooooh you're wrong! They all bust through my door...so I stand there holding it open for 20 people as they pass by! I mean I'm not trying to be a bitch or anything but it was so irritating. They were going in the wrong direction and almost squished me! God forbid they open their own door! Did they think I was their personal doorman???? How rude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-113139474509279265?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/113139474509279265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=113139474509279265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113139474509279265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113139474509279265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-rude.html' title='how rude!'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-113081714328172024</id><published>2005-10-31T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:52:23.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>So , it's been a while...Since we last blogged and all. I kinda forgot how to do it pretty crazy. So basically I had a crazy crazy weekend. So, long story short I broke up with my boyfriend of 3 years why?...because he's retarded and "doesn't know what he wants" what the f**k is up with that? I dunno but until he figures that out... I will be out partying like a nut!&lt;br /&gt;First of all please excuse the fact that this blog is about my large alcoholic intake this weekend. I'm sorry if you don't approve, but it was necessary to ease my depressiveness...ok that sounds bad...so I'll put it in a better way...it was time for a good time with my girls. I had to get out stop thinking and have a blast...so that's just what we did.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night started off with my first power hr. ever...oooh lordy did that get me crazzzzy. I was dancing uncontrollably by about 8 pm....(rarely do I even drink thurs nights by the way) after stumbling around the dorm for a few hours we decided to go out!I believe we then went to a Halloween party downtown at my friend's apt. humm I dunno what happened from there.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I pregammed with the roomie and left them off at midnight madness... headed over to another friends house to live up the night! So not 5 minutes into the night my boy showed up...I'll save you from the drama and just say it was badddd. There were tears (but don't get me wrong I'm not the crier as a lot of girls...only once in a great while). I woke up the next morning at his house whaaaaaaaaat? Just don't ask...I grabbed my clothes and hiked home.&lt;br /&gt;So now....he tells me he wants me back??? Why do you ask? I'm done sulking and I've gone out and had a blast without him...now he doesn't like this obviously and decides he must contain me...I won't have it!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night started once again with power hr...this time more successful than last ...why you ask(because of course this time we remembered to get LIGHT beer). We headed out to a friend's costume keg party. It was crazy, but the cops came pretty early and we were outta there! Now that I think about it we probably hiked a good 2 miles back to school eventually where we continued our thurst quenching and decided to head out again around 2am. We headed back to another friend's house where there was a crazzzy ass party going on. I'm gonna stop here and leave you to imagine the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. yes we peed in public...don't remind me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-113081714328172024?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/113081714328172024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=113081714328172024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113081714328172024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/113081714328172024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/10/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112957443232092523</id><published>2005-10-17T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:40:32.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the bluuuues</title><content type='html'>So, the time has come to pick classes again. It always seems to sneak up on me. Like for real, it's only October, but I got to pick the ones I want already??? The greater issue though for me, I'm planning on transferring, yes again (I've already done it once). My only problem is I don't know where to yet. Transferring for spring semester so I guess I have to make up my mind soooon! Now I've already applied to two schools UNH and again to Salve Regina University (where I went last fall). I hated Salve with a passion but miss it too, wired I know I can't describe it. I guess half of my hate was because I didn't want to go away from home in the first place. I would have hated everywhere I went.  Now that I've been home for a year here at Keene State and collected myself I'm ready to get out again. So now, I miss it, all my friends, and playing field hockey and I want to go back. I don't know though if it's the right decision to make. At UNH I pay instate tuition and could potentially get accepted into a really really good business school. What to do?!?!?! I don't know if I'm asking for advice, if I know what I really should do but don't want to admit it, or if I'm just expressing my frustration. Either way sorry for boring you I had to get it out! Thanks for reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112957443232092523?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112957443232092523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112957443232092523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112957443232092523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112957443232092523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-bluuuues.html' title='I got the bluuuues'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112904380305753061</id><published>2005-10-11T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:16:43.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with some professors??</title><content type='html'>So what's up with professors these days? Well not all of them, but a select few of them. They're allowed to be late and not show up to class for no reason at all, but when you have to swim through the flood, hike the mountain, ride your bike or walk 10 miles to get here and you walk in 5 minutes late look out! They are not very happy with you. You see I have this one class, which it and my professor will go unmentioned (acually maybe she's not a professor, but either way she's the teacher of my class). If we miss a class for any reason it is an unexcused absence, no matter what unless there was a death in the family or you have a note from your doctor. If you walk in 2 minutes late and class has allure started she makes it known that you're late and you MUST sign in LATE on the attendance sheet. This all wouldn't bother me except for her own actions. She can walk in late to class...Oh I'm sorry kids I was running late this morning...O spare me lady. She's late because they were paving her driveway and she had to make sure they did it right...whaaat? The bigger issue I suppose, she just doesn't show up to class! Now alright the first time I admit I was very happy but why did I have to go to class, sit there for 10 minutes when she could have written an email letting us know. So we all think, maybe there was an emergency she'll let us know later. The next day no email, the next class she didn't even mention it. I found that very strange. It doesn't make sense that she can just skip class with no explanation, but with a great excuse our grade suffers! What is up with her and her reasoning??? Do you sense a little hostility...Okay so I am hostile. Am I wrong with thinking there's a problem with this??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112904380305753061?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112904380305753061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112904380305753061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112904380305753061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112904380305753061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-up-with-some-professors.html' title='What&apos;s up with some professors??'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112843996613004472</id><published>2005-10-04T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:32:46.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clock you're speed yet kids?</title><content type='html'>Everyone one knows about the digital machines that sits in the side of the road on two large wheels and clock everyone's speed as they go by. This machine is supposed to remind each driver how fast they really are going in different given speed zones. They say if the speed you're going is posted on a large screen you would immediately slow down and drive the speed you're supposed to. This may work for most, but there's some of us probably mostly in our teens and early twenties that see just how high they can get that red number up on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Now besides clocking the speed of your car these pieces of machinery have another use as well. Now what could that be you ask? Well, back in my prime, my high school days as you will there used to be one on the street parallel to our sports fields. Yes, at age 16 when we were sent out for a run I'm embarrassed to say we used to race up and down the street to see just how fast we could run. Now this action I know very childish, but hey that was years ago. Who does that now?&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I was at my boyfriend's house his roommates all drinking of course. When I left to go home I found the three of them racing up and down the street clocking their speed on the newly placed speed machine. As they crossed the "finish line" all were boasting about how fast they could run. I sat there on the porch thinking to myself what drunken idiots they were, although laughing because it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night came along with a pong tournament. My friend me vs. My boyfriend and his roommate in the best out of seven games. Long story short we lost in double overtime of the last game, I know disturbing but hey we put up a good fight. At this point someone decided it'd be a good idea for us to go out and take a walk. We started out down Malborough street and ended up downtown and met up with some friends just getting out of the bar. After out partying for a few hours and cleaning up the apartment we all went off to bed. I got up in the morning and decided to head home, I hoped in my car and was on my way. I looked up and saw two large digital numbers and it lite a spark. I say to myself, no there's no way. I get back to the drums and into my room, I ask my friend, I did not run down Malborough street last night did I? She laughed thought a minute and sad, "oh I think we did." (Now don't get me wrong I rarely get so drunk I don' t remember nights, but once in a while it takes something to remind me or a little time.) After replaying the night in my head and thinking for a while I can vaguely remember myself racing down Malborogh street, in my clogs mind you, to clock the speed of my quick feet. Now how fast did I go you ask? Well if I could the red numbers weren't all blur and I could see them I'd tell you. Guess I was the drunken idiot that night, it happens to the best of us. We'll see that the next weekend brings. Don't judge people this could be you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112843996613004472?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112843996613004472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112843996613004472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112843996613004472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112843996613004472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/10/clock-youre-speed-yet-kids.html' title='clock you&apos;re speed yet kids?'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112783430247122562</id><published>2005-09-27T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T11:18:25.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy weekend</title><content type='html'>Sorry this one isn't so exciting, I don't have a lot of time to write...&lt;br /&gt;    This weekend I spent a lot of time at home. I was so nice to relax and get stuff done around the house I've been wanting to do since school started. My sister came home friday nighth so I got to spend some time with her. Sunday morning I went applepicking with my parents something we all do every year.&lt;br /&gt;   It got sooo cold this weekend...rediculous...I don' think I can take it this winter.Anyways, a better blog next time, sorry again....bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112783430247122562?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112783430247122562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112783430247122562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112783430247122562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112783430247122562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/09/lazy-weekend_27.html' title='lazy weekend'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112717797648944945</id><published>2005-09-19T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:59:36.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do ants have feelings too???</title><content type='html'>Sometime last week I went charging into the bathroom in my dorm to brush my teeth one night. As I was brushing happily I looked down at the ground and saw a horrible sight. There's a foot long crack in the tile in our bathroom and coming up through it was hundreds of red ants. I was disgusted clearly. I backed away spit one last time and walked out cursing dorm life. I forgot about it, and a couple days went by. A few days later I noticed it again. Expect this time there were hundreds of dead ants surrounding the crack on the floor. I thought to myself...Finally someone noticed and did something about it. (Yes I know I was too lazy to go tell the RA, but frankly I don't even know where she lives.) My guess is they used some sort of spray, to poison them. I was pleased until I looked down again. As I was brushing I saw one lone ant, crawling around the floor weaving through the other hundreds that were lying dead. My view changed and I thought to myself...look at this poor little guy. He has no idea what has happened, his entire family (town or whatever) had been whipped out. He had nothing left, everything he had known...gone. I was disturbed once again (in the opposite way). I laughed to myslef, why I cared about this little guy I don't know it's just the first thought that came into my head. You think ants have feelings...are they aware of those sorts of things? I heard somewhere that ants carry off their dead...if it's true they must know/recognize death. Just a lil thought. I thought it was funny, the way I think sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. they're back again...alive and kickin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112717797648944945?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112717797648944945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112717797648944945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112717797648944945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112717797648944945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-ants-have-feelings-too.html' title='Do ants have feelings too???'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112663240362665909</id><published>2005-09-13T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:26:44.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Project Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alternatives to your first year out of high school…..or taking some time off in college:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;My point is:&lt;/strong&gt; everyone is different and although most of us agree that you need a college education these days in order to find good work we’re not all ready to jump into this education straight out of high school. We all have different reasons for this… some may not be mature enough to deal with leaving home and being on our own at school, some may not be there academically, some want to experience new things before moving on in education, some people just don't know where or what they want so study….&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;Why I’m choosing this topic:&lt;/strong&gt;  As a junior/senior in high school I wanted nothing to do with looking at colleges. I’m not really sure why that was but that’s how it happened. I thought at age 16/17 I shouldn’t have to make a decision where I was going to be two years from my life then. Actually leaving my home and friends was not reality to me, I didn’t care where I went to college. I was just doing it because…&lt;strong&gt;that is what you do after high school.&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe I didn’t want to go, but I was never given any alternatives other than working full time here in my home town. I feel that it should have been my guidence counselor's job to cue me into other options because clearly I was not ready/didn’t want to go off to school in the fall. Why she didn't is beyond me...isn't that her job???(sorry a little hostility)&lt;br /&gt;     I ended up going off to college the fall after I graduated high school and hated everything about it. Long story short after one semester I transferred here to go to school in my home town because it was my only option so late in the year. Not where I want to be, but it’s how it ended up. I wish I had known other things I could do in that year. Now I’m not where I want to be in my life. I feel that I will be jumping from school to school trying to find a place that I will be happy.This summer I thought about taking a semester or two off to do something for myself. This something that should have been done a year ago if I was given the advice/opportunity. So for me…that’s why I want to do this research, and for other kids like me who are still in high school. If they knew about these options maybe their ease into college life when they so choose it to happen will be easier than mine was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to do: just a few ideas off the top of my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Post grad year for academics/sports&lt;br /&gt;-Traveling out of the country&lt;br /&gt;-Traveling in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;-Working full time&lt;br /&gt;-Volunteer work:&lt;br /&gt;              Habitat for humanity…..etc.&lt;br /&gt;-Americore (I think that’s what it’s called??)&lt;br /&gt;-Joining the military&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Like me many kids play high school sports and want to continue in college. For these kids I hear doing a post grad year and focusing on sports helps them grow athletically. This allows them time to find a school that is right for them. They may have a chance to be recruited and such….one option I’ve heard…a year too late.&lt;br /&gt;            Traveling in the country or outside it. Yes this coasts money, but for someone like me who’s never seen the outside world it would be a good way to learn and appreciate different things in the world you’ve never seen. It can be educational in a non academic kind of way, some kids respond to this better. For kids who have no idea what they want to do with their lives (major etc) this traveling and exploring could show them so many more options in life and different jobs/lifestyles than they’ve seen and are used to from home.&lt;br /&gt;            Working full time…probably not for me but for some people this year of working at a stinky job full time will give them the insight that they must go to school. And when they do get to school they will do well, or better than if they had just go straight out of high school. This is an option also for kids who are having to pay their own tuition. It gets them a head start financially so that they may not have to work as much while going to school so they can focus on their academics.&lt;br /&gt;            Volunteer work:  It’s an experience I guess. Going new places, seeing different people and they way they live. I don’t’ know much about it, but definitely want to learn and maybe take time off from school myself to do this.&lt;br /&gt;            Americore also. I’d never heard about it until talking to my field hockey coach this summer. She knows me all to well and knows I don’t want to be in school right now. She said it’d be good for me and I’d like to look further into it.&lt;br /&gt;            Joining the military good for some people. If you need structure in your life, or you want to help our country, or need help paying for college later on in your life. Theres so many reasons to join. I myself probably wouldn’t do it but I have a cousin who did he’s in Iraq now. I want to learn more about this, more about what his life is like over there I guess. Why do people join, what benifits are there for them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few thoughts I had off the top of my head, I want to research these and other optoins I don't even know about yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112663240362665909?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112663240362665909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112663240362665909' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112663240362665909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112663240362665909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/09/research-project-proposal.html' title='Research Project Proposal'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112662249170587539</id><published>2005-09-13T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:41:47.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I went cape cod with my family. It was so relaxing and nice to get out of town for a while. I didn't do much besides sit on the beach and do a little shopping. My greatgrandmother owned a house in a little old fashion village called Craigville, about 5 minutes or so outside Hyannis. She died about a year ago so my Grandparents decided to buy the house to keep it in the family. Last winter the upstairs pipes froze and burst and ruined the entire interior of the house, so we've been doing a lot of work on the house. It's so nice to have a place to get away to somewhere so beatiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112662249170587539?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112662249170587539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112662249170587539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112662249170587539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112662249170587539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/09/lazy-weekend.html' title='Lazy weekend'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112602643019927241</id><published>2005-09-06T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:01:41.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Class  assigment</title><content type='html'>I found it extremely hard to find a few sites that interest me in any way. For one I hate reading and find it hard to read until anything comes of interest to me. I know we were shown this example in class, but I find some sort of interest to the site &lt;a href="http://hollywoodlog.typepad.com/nickerblog/"&gt;http://hollywoodlog.typepad.com/nickerblog/&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't read much, but of what I read and what I was told this man graduated from our school. My thoughts on Keene State College: I would never ever go here ever in my life. You see I'm a native of the area and only those loosers from my town who can't leave home or who fail out of their first choice school acaully go here, and in no way could anyone graduate here and get anything other than and ordinary sucky job. After transfering here away from a horrid place that will go unmentioned my thought have changed as you see. This article has also given me some new insight. I see first handed that a graduate of this college has gone on to better things. I think he has an awsome job. His life is much different than mine you. He gives me hope that I will find something I love to do and become successful even though I'm here in my hometown going to school.&lt;br /&gt;     Another interesting sight I found was &lt;a href="http://writeoutloud.typepad.com/writeoutloud/"&gt;http://writeoutloud.typepad.com/writeoutloud/&lt;/a&gt;. The entry I read was a kind of satire about the huricane that hit recently down south. I know it's not a joking matter, but a little joking lightens the mood with a disaster like this. I've been hearing about all the tragedy down there and it gets depressing.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. This sight interested me becuase I know little about the subject of zen, but I'm opened to learn. By reading this blog I did learn more. It's also written in a different style than the other blogs I've read. I like a little change up every once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112602643019927241?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112602643019927241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112602643019927241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112602643019927241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112602643019927241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/09/class-assigment.html' title='Class  assigment'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112593647895331693</id><published>2005-09-05T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:07:58.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMMY!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was awsome. Friday my boyfriend moved into his new apartment and had a big party. I spent lots of time at the lake while my cousins were up, but was heartbroken when we took the boat out of the water for the year. My days of wakeboarding have come to an end for this summer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is labor day and no school!!! I'm going to the Tim Mcgraw concert with three of my friends from home. We're leaving soon and I'm soo excited! Anyways I should get going...gotta go get some food to tailgate! I"ll let you know how it went!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112593647895331693?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112593647895331693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112593647895331693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112593647895331693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112593647895331693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/09/timmy.html' title='TIMMY!'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112559384965009991</id><published>2005-09-01T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:57:29.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer time...the livin' was easy</title><content type='html'>So...I'm definitly a summer time girl. I love everything about it, and can't get enough. I spend my summer's  on the lake either working as a lifeguard at the public beach, or at my grandparent's house (that I loooove and will someday own when I'm rich!). It's my absolute favorite place in the entire world. I've grown up there my whole life. Lounging, swimming, water skiing, and wakeboarding. In the summer I'm in heaven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112559384965009991?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112559384965009991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112559384965009991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112559384965009991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112559384965009991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/09/summer-timethe-livin-was-easy.html' title='summer time...the livin&apos; was easy'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147327.post-112559242228097796</id><published>2005-09-01T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:33:42.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog ever...wooo!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my new blog sight. We're being forced to keep one of these  things for an English class I'm currently taking...I guess I'll see how it goes before I say anything too bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sophomore college student, and as most I'm not too excited that school has started up again. I know summer is almost 4 months long, but not long enough for me! Let's just say I can't wait for Christmas break. Hopefully school for me will be better than last year...keep posted to find out how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147327-112559242228097796?l=lizzie14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/feeds/112559242228097796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147327&amp;postID=112559242228097796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112559242228097796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147327/posts/default/112559242228097796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzie14.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-blog-everwooo.html' title='First Blog ever...wooo!'/><author><name>Lizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00959980473635788424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
