<?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-838023026889798454</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:05:00.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Going from flat to fabulous, no BumpIt required</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838023026889798454.post-8981317059600906590</id><published>2009-11-09T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:37:06.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today I went to Wal Mart. I know, bad right? But anyway I walked in and was shocked to see that instead of the normal friendly old man, there was a less friendly looking old woman in the greeter chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm a proper third wave feminist, so I feel like I can say and feel only a little bit of guilt for thinking it in the first place. But I don't think women should be Wal Mart greeters. Don't get me wrong, I believe they can fulfill the job requirements as well as a man, but it just doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what is the point of the Wal Mart greeter? To make you feel more comfortable spending lots of money on shit you most likely don't really need, right? When I see an old woman, I don't want to spend money, plain and simple. Old women are, generally speaking, not nearly as much fun as old men because at some point old men stop caring about political correctness and old women never really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm making ridiculous generalizations here, and I'm sure there is some old woman out there who is the best Wal Mart greeter ever. But, she is canceled out by the grumpy old woman who was greeting today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-8981317059600906590?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/8981317059600906590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=8981317059600906590' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8981317059600906590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8981317059600906590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-today-i-went-to-wal-mart.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-8172613917121373491</id><published>2009-10-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:43:21.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will never want someone more than they want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be upset about boys for more than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep telling myself these things, they will become truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There are very absolute reasons why I don't date, now I remember what they all are.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-8172613917121373491?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/8172613917121373491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=8172613917121373491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8172613917121373491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8172613917121373491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-never-want-someone-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5238952201328562343</id><published>2009-09-27T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:57:36.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My, my, my...what crazy times these are. It never ceases to amaze me how randomly and out of nowhere things happen. Just when you think you have enough of things figured out that you just might be doing ok....here comes ______ and whoa! wait! not so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a relationship person, in fact, I wouldn't even say I've ever been in like a real one, but I've met someone, and I'm thinking its time to break that mold. Here's to hoping I only screw this up in a way that is cute instead of deal breaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5238952201328562343?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5238952201328562343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5238952201328562343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5238952201328562343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5238952201328562343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-6698276124104021401</id><published>2009-08-24T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:17:50.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...and so begins my new project: blogging at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a theory, and it goes a little something like companies put crack in food so people will get addicted to said food and said company will make a shit ton of money and whatnot. I now believe this is also true about gourmet coffee. I ran out of free half-pounds at Caribou, so I bought some Folgers shit..whatever because I'm cheap and didn't want to spring for the Starbucks kind at Walmart. ANYWAY I made a pot of it this morning.....it was awful. Like...really awful. Clearly, I've been coked out and decieved by gourmet coffee companies. Goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other more serious news: anyone reading this probably knows that I'm very fond of being in the loop. I like knowing what's going on...being a part of the 'in' crowd...you know...that kind of thing. But I'm in a situation where I almost feel like I know too much. Knowledge can be a burden I guess, but disappointment is a bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why it's so hard for people to just do the right thing. Yeah, sometimes that's a blurry line, but a lot of times there is a very clear right choice, and very clear obvious and undesireable consequences for making the wrong choice...but people do it anyway. And then (I'm not emo, let me be clear, but Dashboard Confessional sums this up perfectly):&lt;br /&gt;"How can you ask for forgiveness? Now you think your crimes are victimless..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Prayers...positive energy...happy thoughts for Winterset tonight. Enjoy the fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-6698276124104021401?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/6698276124104021401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=6698276124104021401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/6698276124104021401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/6698276124104021401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-1919090120319451217</id><published>2009-04-12T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:11:45.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I learned this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am twice as productive when I'm wearing a hood. And I am at least ten times more productive on Saturdays than on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A bottle of beer placed in the freezer portion of my refridgerator will, in fact, freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Norah Roberts movies on Lifetime are as lame as her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My remote starter will start my car from inside my room. Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Microwave brownies single handedly encompass everything that is good about the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-1919090120319451217?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/1919090120319451217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=1919090120319451217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1919090120319451217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1919090120319451217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-learned-this-weekend-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-7515288574717972460</id><published>2009-04-02T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:58:31.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dilemma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Keep double major in Political Science and Psychology, graduate in 2 years, go to grad school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Drop to a Political Science minor (because I don't really need the major), graduate in a year and a half, take a semester off, go to grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-7515288574717972460?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/7515288574717972460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=7515288574717972460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7515288574717972460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7515288574717972460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/04/dilemma-1keep-double-major-in-political.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-4145225595037503058</id><published>2009-03-28T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:18:19.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Immune System,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what you may have read in whatever magazines you subscribe to in there, human beings need air to breathe. So, I think it's ok for me to speak for the rest of my body when I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET TO WORK! THIS SHIT ISN'T GOING TO CLEAR OUT BY ITSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-4145225595037503058?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/4145225595037503058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=4145225595037503058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4145225595037503058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4145225595037503058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-immune-system-contrary-to-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-7381645062672895444</id><published>2009-03-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:49:01.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(I haven't written a good blog in a long time...but I wrote this last night, and for some reason I feel like it should be posted. So here you are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is what happens while you’re busy making plans for it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you make plans, and life gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;Today, very suddenly and unexpectedly, my mom’s horse had to be put down. Colic (which is apparently a horse death sentence). Mom and I were supposed to hang out…go to DesMo, shop..hang out, whatever.  So she came home, said the horse looked kind of sick, called the vet who informed her that her horse was going to die, then a few hours later they killed it. Fucking out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in some ways it’s harder to lose a pet than a person. I’m not exactly sure why, maybe it’s that unconditional love thing, or maybe they’re just cuter. Andy said it’s because with people you know how to feel, and with animals you really don’t.  Hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m trying to figure out how to feel. I’ve made it no secret that I don’t  like horses. I think they’re big and smelly and kind of obnoxious. And they’ve brought nothing but trouble to my life. But that’s really beside the point right now. I feel bad for my mom, because she’s fucking devastated, as would be expected. And I wish I had some sort of idea what to say to make her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of trying to figure it out though, I just left when my step dad got home. Some people can take pain like a punch in the face…I, however, run as far and as fast as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in this house is killing me. The air feels like death, but it’s like I’m in this isolated bubble and it can’t touch me. I can’t really handle being so physically close to death yet so emotionally far away from it. I mean, am I even going to remember this in 5 years? This creature that my mom loved has died, and the universe didn’t even blink…did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better person would have stayed. A good daughter would know what to say and how to feel and would maybe even be comforting. But that’s not what I did. Does that make me a bad person, a bad daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other horse is out there crying….and oddly enough, it’s breaking my heart. RIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-7381645062672895444?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/7381645062672895444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=7381645062672895444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7381645062672895444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7381645062672895444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-written-good-blog-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5600629930988762594</id><published>2009-02-07T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:54:21.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't really said much about this, but I like my roommate. She's a pretty kick ass person, and I need more friends like her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her great-grandma just went into hospice, and she's probably not going to make it through the week. That's a tough situation, and I have no idea how to help her deal with it. I'm good at distracting conversation and being funny, but I don't know how I am at dealing with the raw emotion that comes with grief. I know nothing anyone ever says will make you feel better, and for the most part you just have to work through it yourself, or at least that's what I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this comes down to some social anxiety for me about my awkward hugging thing. Jeez I'm selfish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5600629930988762594?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5600629930988762594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5600629930988762594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5600629930988762594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5600629930988762594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-really-said-much-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5830574169725496147</id><published>2009-01-27T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:18:06.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I'm lame, here are a couple of gum reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positively Pomegranate by Orbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 out of 5. It's pretty bad. It doesn't taste like pomegranate, and whatever the flavor was, it was not very good. I chewed half the pack and then gave it away. It also dissolves in your mouth which is just kind of disgusting. Don't buy it, there are much better (x10) fruit gums for your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonstop Mint by Stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It's not perfect, but its fucking close, so 4.75 out of 5. Mostly I'm a fan of the creativity by Stride here. I like to imagine their thought process was something like "Hey, our gum lasts a ridiculously long time, so we're selling a lot of it...and that's exciting and stuff. But all our mint gum sales are about even, which means people generally like all flavors of mint gum. GREAT SCOTT! Why don't we combine all the mint flavors into one gum that will blow everyone's mind with awesome!! BRILLIANT!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts out tasting pretty spearminty, then it kind of fades into an interesting wintergreen/peppermint combination. Cinnamon is not present, but I'm ok with that, because I don't really like cinnamon gum. It lasts a really long time, and the texture is generally perfect. Don't get discouraged with the first piece, it takes a bit of getting used to, but if you give it a chance you will not be disappointed. I would go so far as to say as of right now, this is my favorite mint gum of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xtra Care Peppermint by Trident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trident does a lot of things wrong in today's gum market. Their packaging is inconvenient and out of date, their pieces are tiny and with Orbit to compete with on the 'we're good for your teeth!' front, that isn't even really working for them anymore. But with this new stuff they've got out, it seems they're finally getting with the program. The packaging is updated, so you don't have to worry about losing pieces in your pocket or purse or backpack anymore. The flavor is typical, but the texture is great and flavor longetivity isn't too bad. And they've put something new in it that makes it like extra awesome for your teeth. I'm glad to say, Trident is getting back on the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5830574169725496147?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5830574169725496147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5830574169725496147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5830574169725496147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5830574169725496147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-im-lame-here-are-couple-of-gum.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3531175459328838256</id><published>2009-01-20T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:43:17.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inaguration by the numbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 10:50 a.m. (11:50 EST), MSNBC coverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shown crying:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oversized bows on Aretha Franklin:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People at this shindig: 2 million-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes 'Simple Gifts' will be stuck in my head after Yo-Yo Ma plays it: hundreds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene shots of seagulls: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly colors worn by Lady Obama: 1=puke green...w.t.f.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times Obama messed up his oath: 3...aww he was nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times his daughters were adorable: too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times the Bible was quoted in inaguration address:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sleeping behind Obama: 2...I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout-outs to atheists: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame poems read:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hopeful I am right now, on a scale of one to very: VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3531175459328838256?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3531175459328838256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3531175459328838256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3531175459328838256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3531175459328838256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaguration-by-numbers-as-of-1050.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-2779197859065202020</id><published>2009-01-15T16:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:23:56.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here is my live blog of George W. Bush's farewell speech (I'm calling it the 'So Long Asshole' address in my head)(that's not very nice...I'm going to try to not get yelly during this, but it might happen)(W and I have a lot of bad blood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:52 p.m.-Wheel of Fortune is on right now. The chick that just won is really obnoxious. I hope she loses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:55-I think its kind of weird how Pat always has to hold the person's hand when they walk from the winner's wheel to the solving area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:56-She lost. And she would have gotten $30,000. Ha ha bitch. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:59-Do you think president's get nervous before they give nationally televised addresses?&lt;br /&gt;        -also, I just tried to turn up the t.v. on my computer. Yeah, I'm in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:01-Note:Laura Bush is wearing red shoes. I hope you all know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;       -I hope they don't applaude through this whole thing. That would get annoying and I got shit&lt;br /&gt;         to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:03-He's working a little bit of a unibrow. You think they would have done some manscaping before this. I would have...except it would be womanscaping. Same principle though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:04-"The nation is equipped with new tools to stop terrorists"...as in unwarranted wiretaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:05-"Iraq is a friend of the United States"...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:06-Thing I won't miss about W #1-That stupid smirk on his face all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:07-"Across our country students are rising to meet higher standards" "The addicted and suffering are finding hope through faith based programs"...No Child Left Behind say what? No. And also, WTF did you have to do with rehab programs? I'm pretty sure that shits been around longer than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:09-"I've always acted in the best interest of the country"...Oh W. I suppose if you consider what's best for your ego what's best for America then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:11-WTF is he doing with his eyebrows? Is he having a stroke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:12-"This is a country where immigrants are willing to give everything for freedom" and we will then load them on buses and send them back where they came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:13-Why do I care about these people? Answer:I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:14-God bless you too W. Just go back to Texas and fade away so I never have to see you on TV again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...that was pretty quick. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: W is just a guy. Probably wouldn't be lame to hang out with, probably would have been a good president if September 11 hadn't happened. I don't think he is in anyway a bad person, I think if anything he was misguided, and is still misguided and will continue being misguided about how he's trying to sell his legacy for probably the rest of his life. Maybe history will remember him more kindly than we know him right now...I can't say. I do know that I'm glad to see him go, and I'm so incredibly excited about our next president, I can hardly contain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the spirit of looking forward instead of back, Tuesday is going to be a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-2779197859065202020?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/2779197859065202020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=2779197859065202020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/2779197859065202020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/2779197859065202020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-here-is-my-live-blog-of-george-w.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5559773665623668789</id><published>2008-12-18T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:10:59.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this will probably be my last post for awhile (because I post sooo often as it is). Lack of internet connection and whatnot. I was trying to think of something fun to post, and I realized I hadn't done fun professor quotes at all this year, so here are some of my favorites that I wrote down from this past semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennet:&lt;br /&gt;(She taught psychology of gender differences...and she's like dumb x10.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, anyother thoughts (pause)(longer pause). Mmmmkay....well, but thanks for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and there were angry feminists there. Most feminists are fine but these were angry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talking about schizophrenia)&lt;br /&gt;"The voices sound devilish. They're not nice voices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoffman:&lt;br /&gt;(easily my favorite professor this semester. Intro to American Politics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Confederacy felt they could leave the Union. Lincoln said they couldn't. The Union won that argument."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a pet peeve of political scientists...which doesn't mean much, but still..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when talking about least represented groups in congress)&lt;br /&gt;"We could go all the way down to lesbian eskimos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are a few members of congress who are gay. Some of them are willing to say it, others aren't...but we suspect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They won't let you on the (House of Representatives) Rules committee if you're any kind of...I really hate to use this word...Maverick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...gosh I sound like Sarah Palin today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who regulates Wall Street? Well, no one...but in theory?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clohesy:&lt;br /&gt;(Philosophy: The Art of Thinking)(yes, it was nearly as awesome as it sounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emotions are natural. Trying to get rid of them would be ridiculous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He used this as an example once)&lt;br /&gt;"So say you live in an apartment building and there is this really crotchity old man that lives there too. He's kind of annoying, but doesn't cause any real trouble. Then one day, a gay couple moves in next door to him....and he just goes ape shit. He's banging on the walls telling them to be quiet when they aren't even making any noise and calling the landlord about every little thing they do. He's really just making their live miserable and...being just a son of a bitch. And they're probably a nice couple too. I mean, it's not like they're doing it in the hallway or anything..."&lt;br /&gt;(I laughed a lot...like...a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should get over how we feel. People are people and they will do what makes them happy and we should take joy in that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you want hilarious student quotes from this class, go to &lt;a href="http://www.technocrust.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.technocrust.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iqbal:&lt;br /&gt;(Intro to Geology)(yes, it was as boring as it sounds...but he was kind of funny...sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's take a journey to the center of the earth! Yes? That would be a fun one!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..each excitement is different"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Cedar River doesn't care about the Gulf of Mexico"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An aquitard will not make us happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't expect to see big boulders flying around! That would be scary, of course!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he put a picture up on the overhead projector thing)&lt;br /&gt;"This is Mars. See...this is where the Martians live...  .... I'm kidding this is Iowa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the experts, they know everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another professor, but he didn't really talk much. It was more of a group activity class (silly psychologists...). We did watch 'Super Nanny' in that class once...so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5559773665623668789?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5559773665623668789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5559773665623668789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5559773665623668789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5559773665623668789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-this-will-probably-be-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-8785941069899901965</id><published>2008-12-09T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:52:05.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate bad days that end well. I feel like the day should pick, and it should either be bad or good, and it should be an all or nothing deal. Either everything I touch should be shit or gold, because shitty gold is good for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has me down. I used to be so sure of everything, and now I have no idea. I hate to say it, but I almost am on the verge of kind of missing high school. There were so many possibilities then, and when I graduated I was so sure of how I saw my life. Even last year, despite all the change I still had a constant future. I don't know what's happened this year, but I'm having serious indecision about what I'm going to do after college. Law school has never seemed like an actual tangible idea, but now it is. I'm not sure I'm smart enough for it, or if I have the commitment for it. But is counseling really what I want to do either?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess possibilities are fun for awhile, but then they just get overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore slump, party of one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-8785941069899901965?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/8785941069899901965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=8785941069899901965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8785941069899901965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8785941069899901965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-bad-days-that-end-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-96404158763700366</id><published>2008-11-17T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:27:36.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gum Review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided this gum reviewing would be most effective if I covered all the brand's version of one flavor. I have spent the last several weeks chewing Cinnamon gum, and here is my verdict on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stride: Good flavor in the beginning, but after about half an hour it kind of fades into just spicy (where it doesn't really taste like anything except hot). The spicy flavor lasts for probably another hour or two, I never really chewed it that long because it was like "ick this hurts to chew".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orbit:MUCH sweeter than Stride. Doesn't fade into spicy, but the flavor doesn't last very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five:Holy crap, gross. It starts out with the best flavor for like 5 minutes, then it tastes like black licorce for a few minutes...then it just tastes like hot. Really not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentyne: Not great flavor, and you only get 12 pieces per (crappy and poorly designed) package, so really its just not worth buying. Same with Eclipse. The economy sucks, so get as much gum as you can for your dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: I'm not a huge fan of Cinnamon gum to begin with, but if I were going to buy a package of it, I would go with Orbit. Really, its the only one that isn't to spicy to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next flavor with be peppermint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-96404158763700366?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/96404158763700366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=96404158763700366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/96404158763700366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/96404158763700366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/11/gum-review-so-i-decided-this-gum.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-1033048578672019670</id><published>2008-11-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:51:17.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I know I said I would be live blogging tonight, but two things happened that prevented me from doing so. 1)I had a group meeting at 9 and 2)they called the election at 10. Ergo, there was really no time for fun live blogging, but here are my thoughts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm a crazy mix of overwhelmed, elated and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed because I can't believe what happened tonight. I have spent so much time on this campaign, and now it's over. What ever shall I do with all the time I will now have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am elated because I think America made the best choice tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm relieved that people didn't get over-confident and still turned out to vote, the Bradley Effect has been shot down, and the youth of this country didn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most important event I have ever witnessed, and may ever witness. I am very proud to be an American right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to everyone who had a part in this campaign. We won tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even write anymore right now. The next few days are going to be very exciting, so stay tuned kittens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-1033048578672019670?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/1033048578672019670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=1033048578672019670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1033048578672019670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1033048578672019670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-know-i-said-i-would-be-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-1362272429021704741</id><published>2008-10-29T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:07:46.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I was working when Barack's extended commercial was on, but I'm going to watch it now, and liveblog it...kind of. It's more like a post-live-liveblog. Anyway, you would do well to go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtREqAmLsoA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtREqAmLsoA&lt;/a&gt; and watch along while you're reading. Then it might make more sense. Anyway, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :10-this starts with weird farm scenes. I'm kind of over it already&lt;br /&gt; :50-he's wearing a red tie. I hate when he wears red.&lt;br /&gt;1:20-I like this music. It's like "I'm discovering something awesome in this movie"&lt;br /&gt;1:50-I just feel like it needs to be said that I love this idea. Buying tv time=yes please.&lt;br /&gt;2:00-Meet Rebecca Johnson. Actress paid with donation money. lol.&lt;br /&gt;4:00-He wears red ties a lot. This one has stripes. Oooooo.&lt;br /&gt;4:25-Everyone please note-he IS wearing a flag pin.&lt;br /&gt;5:10-And we're outlining plans. Good. I didn't know he was going to give a tax credit to businesses who hire employees in the U.S. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;6:44-haha...the govenor of Ohio is on here. Ooo and Kansas...is that state still in play?&lt;br /&gt;7:45-Now the music is kind of blues-y. Oh, that's because the guy is playing the geetar. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;8:37-I hope I never get rhumetiod arthritis...makes your hands all gross. Really I think any kind of arthritis does that. Silly chronic illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;9:45-I like  how he's in an office for this dealyo. That's supposed to make him look presidential. In case he hasn't looked presidential before...psh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;10:40-More plans. I like plans. Except sometimes I like not having plans.....I mean, the government should probably always have a plan, I just meant me personally....I'm bored with explaining this.&lt;br /&gt;12:08-to find out what the money spent on the war in Iraq could be doing, go to &lt;a href="http://www.costofwar.com/"&gt;www.costofwar.com&lt;/a&gt; unless you don't like being depressed&lt;br /&gt;13:10-I wonder how you get in these commercials. Like do they put ads out for them? Or do you just show up to a rally and then they film you?&lt;br /&gt;14:00-That woman is kind of annoying. I mean, she's clearly a kick ass person, but...at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;15:00-"You feel like you can't breathe even though you need to breathe"...wtf?! l.o.l.&lt;br /&gt;16:00-And let's bring it down...to biography time, the condensed verision, because we're all to lazy to read his books&lt;br /&gt;17:19-Please elect this man, so you and I and everyone else can go to college for like free.&lt;br /&gt;19:20-I bet health insurance companies, if they had a collective vote, would not vote for Obama, cause he's going to screw them. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;21:21-They said Dodd...but what about him? I think Dodd is my favorite senator. Well, I mean besides Obama...maybe...I dont' know, it's close.&lt;br /&gt;24:30-Foreign plans whatnot. Hey! He's talking about Iowa! He says Taliban like tal-eeeee-bon. I don't know what's correct, just an observation.&lt;br /&gt;26:11-I love Bill Richardson. He was my second choice at caucus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought it was going to be half an hour, but turns out it was 27 minutes and 10 seconds. Someone got screwed there I think, but I don't know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone left who's going to vote but hasn't decided yet, there are probably better things to look at than this. I mean, it was cool to watch and I understand its purpose, but I almost think it would have been better last week. Maybe that's just me. I already voted, and I hope if you're reading this you will vote, because it's goddamn important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programming note-I will be live blogging election night. I'm going to update every hour(ish) and I don't plan on sleeping until they call a winner or say they can't because of recounts. It is probably going to be the most important night of our lives kittens, so you would do well to watch some coverage, or just read my blog. Whatevs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-1362272429021704741?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/1362272429021704741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=1362272429021704741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1362272429021704741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1362272429021704741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-was-working-when-baracks-extended.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-1682066304888821837</id><published>2008-10-15T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:33:07.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st question-why is your economic plan better than the other guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:03-For the first time I like John McCain's tie. Nice choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:05-Red, however, is not Barack's color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:06-So far, neither of them have answered the specific question.&lt;br /&gt;         - John McCain is looking might freaky looking at Barack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:07-Obama's plan had 2 points, McCain's had 1...Obama wins that.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;8:08-Here is the taking the fight to Obama technique. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:09-Obama is wrong. He keeps saying 95% of families would get a tax break but really only like 86% of families would get a tax cut under his plan. Still more than McCain...but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:12-McCain tried to make a joke..or something....awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:13-First rule of debate Johnny-DON'T INTERRUPT YOUR OPPONENT IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:14-Scheiffer's tie is hideous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2-Whatcha gonna cut in order to slow down the deficit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:16-Obama says lets give the children free college=YES PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;8:17-Obama opposes off shore drilling because it won't give us any noteable relief and that won't even happen for like 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;8:18-John is always saying he knows how to do all this stuff, and I always just wonder how he seems to know everything...&lt;br /&gt;        -He wants to cut out all the pork, but I would disagree that pork is always a bad thing. And&lt;br /&gt;          they account for like 1% of the budget...so...it wouldn't that make much difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:19-Holy crap Obama just said what I just said! Emily=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:20-"I am not president Bush"-yeah but you sure did vote with him 90% of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:23-HAHA LOLOLOL Obama just used FoxNews against John McCain...Obama just won this debate, I don't even care what else happens&lt;br /&gt;        -"Essentially what you are proposing is 8 more years of the same thing"=Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:24-"Your argument for standing up to leaders in your party isn't very convincing"....Didn't Obama just give like 6 examples of that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3-Will you say what you've said in your commercials to each other's faces? Kick Ass. Amazing Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:26-We're bringing up John Lewis now? Why would Obama repudiate Lewis's remarks...because he was right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:27-Obama has spent more money on negative campaigning than any campaign in history? Really? Johnny can prove it? So why didn't he? Maybe he's spent more on negative campaigns because he's spent more on any kind of campaigns because his campaign has raised more money than (I'm guessing) ANY candidate ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30-Obama just congratulated McCain's football team...lol.&lt;br /&gt;        -"Of course I'm talking about the economy"-McCain=yeah...since...yesterday....?&lt;br /&gt;8:31-Obama is calling McCain out on his supporters yelling terrorist and Sarah Palin not stopping it. How will McCain respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:33-McCain says he's repudiated every time someone got out of line. That I'm not sure about, but I know Sarah Palin hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:34-Johnny is PISSED. Obama is trying to bring the talk back to issues, and McCain just wants to nitpick about John Lewis. That's probably why he's losing right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:35-Ayers=everyone who has had anything to do with education in Illinois has had contact with Ayers. AND John McCain was the keynote speaker at some ACORN shinndig a few years ago. Look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:37-Ayers has never been involved in Obama's campaign and never will be. Good Answer.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;8:38-I can't keep up with what he's saying...but this is a ridiculously kick ass answer. Holy shit. Mind=blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:39-McCain...Obama just explained his relationship with these organizations...GET OVER IT. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4-Why would the country be better off if Biden became president vs Palin becoming president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:40-Justin came into my room so I missed Obama's answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:42-Do a shot! McCain said Reformer twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:42-Haha...Sarah Palin is a role model for women. 2 words-compulsive breeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:43-Reformer again!&lt;br /&gt;        -Sarah Palin understands special needs kids...we gotta find out the reason Autism is on the&lt;br /&gt;          rise...what does that have to do with the rest of your campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:44-YES. "Finding out about Autism will require more funds, and an across the board  spending freeze won't allow for that." Good answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob cut them off. Ugh. That was a good one topic. Sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5-Give us a number of how much we can reduce foreign oil imports in the next 4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:47-We're going to eliminate all imports from the middle east and Venezula....how Johnny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:48-Obama=In 10 years we'll be off foreign oil. That sounds a little more realistic to me. McCain seems to be saying we're only going to buy oil from Canda...but...is there really enough oil in Canda to power everything in America that currently needs it? We can't get off oil until we have alternate energy sources, and we won't be able to do that totally in the next 4 years. Nice try though John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:51-"I admire so much senator Obama's eloquence" ...wow that was kind of a dick thing to say. Not worded well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:52-Haha, John says drugs are killing young Americans. And your wife is stealing them from her own charity...yeah, we should probably get an handle on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:53-John seems so worked up and just really angry...but Obama is like totally cool. I know I'm biased...but wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:54-Obama's fuel efficient cars and alternate engery cars tax cut plan=yes please. Like he keeps saying, we can't drill our way out of this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:55-"Obama wants to restrict trade and raise taxes"....oh John...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 6-Something about healthcare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:56-there's a lot of yelling outside in the lawn...wonder what that's about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:57-Obama's healthcare plan is badass. I don't care what you say, it is badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:59-McCain=fighting against fat kids. I agree...but its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00-Whoever this Joe the Plumber guy is...he's fucking famous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:01-I wonder how many Joe the Plumber shirts will be online tomorrow...Joe...lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:02-I'm over healthcare....NEXT PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:03-Johnny, what in the world are you talking about? You seem to be having a difficult time staying on topic tonight dear....lets work on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05-Obama is looking a little flustered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Abortion question....this is going to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:06-didn't McCain used to support a woman's right to choose to have an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:08-He just said anyone who supports Roe v Wade is not qualified to be on the supreme court. Wow....I can't believe he just said that...really...wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:11-John=we have to change the culture of America. Then he said the 'pro abortion' movement. He is so wrong here. I'm not pro abortion...I'm pro choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:13-Obama on partial birth abortion=for a ban on partial birth abortion as long as it provides a clause for the health of the mother. Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:14-Obama=he's saying lets try to stop pregnancies before they get to the abortion stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15-John-STOP SAYING PRO ABORTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Question=We spend more on education, but we still suck...whatcha gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:17-Obama=recruit an army of new teachers....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:18-John=this is the civil rights issue of the 21st century. what?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;9:19-John=create competition between schools? How are you going to implement that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20-John=reward good teachers, yeah I'm all about that, but we also need to get good teachers into schools that sucks...which includes inner city schools, which is not where good teachers want to be. So...how's that gonna work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:23-#3 pet peeve about John McCain....Washington does not have an 'r' in it. WASH not WaRsh...duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:24-Why are we talking about Autism again? I'm all about curing that shit...but that's not what the question is...so...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:26-I wonder if Joe the Plumber is going to come up on stage with them at the end of this. I wonder who he's voting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:27-John closing statement=1) we're not friends. we do not have pizza at either of our houses, so stop thinking that we're friends. 2) thank you for serving John, but I don't think you're the best man for this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:29-Obama closing statement=he just said 'our brighter days are still ahead'...didn't Johnny say that at the last debate? lame. Its ok though, I already voted for him earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is that. I'm going to say Obama won. Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Neither of the lady's outfits were cute. Your vote cannot be determined by who's wife was hotter tonight, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-1682066304888821837?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/1682066304888821837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=1682066304888821837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1682066304888821837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1682066304888821837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/10/1st-question-why-is-your-economic-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-946140124478292735</id><published>2008-10-12T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:03:24.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I'm chewing this week: Sangria Fresca by Orbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavor-Fruity, I guess. I've never had sangria before, so I can't say if that's what it tastes like. So it's kind of hard to describe it as anything other than 'fruity'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texture-Good. It doesn't dissolve, at least in my experience, but it doesn't get super hard either...so it's just good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavor Duration-O.K. It lasts about through a class (so 50 minutes) then its pretty well gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-note-It's pretty good at quenching thirst. Sometimes when you're really thirsty in class but you don't have a beverage...this gum will take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a pretty average gum. There are better options if you want something fruity, in my opinion, but worth a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-946140124478292735?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/946140124478292735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=946140124478292735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/946140124478292735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/946140124478292735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-im-chewing-this-week-sangria.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-4902206427663820755</id><published>2008-10-08T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:15:20.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After (fingers crossed) Obama wins this election. This would be the best movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premise-Cindy McCain and Sarah Palin travel across America, Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie in 'The Simple Life' style documentary, directed by Christopher Guest (he directed 'Best in Show' and 'A Mighty Wind').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WOULD BE THE FUNNIEST FUCKING MOVIE EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-4902206427663820755?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/4902206427663820755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=4902206427663820755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4902206427663820755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4902206427663820755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/10/idea-after-fingers-crossed-obama-wins.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-4632020156770021037</id><published>2008-09-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:43:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I'm chewing this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous Fruitini from Orbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give this 3 out of 5 stars. 2 of those stars are based on the name, because that's probably the best name on a package of gum I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavor-Very tropical. Can deffinetly taste a lot of mango in it, but it also has some tingle like mint gums do (that's kind of Orbit's thing-they make everything a little minty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texture-Buttery is the only word I can think of to describe it. Its very soft and smooth before the flavor goes away, then it gets a little tougher (that's what she said?). It does stay in tact though, as in, it doesn't dissolve in your mouth (like some other flavors of Orbit do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavor duration-Not great. Has maybe 20 minutes of optimal flavor then it goes to mild flavor...then it just goes away. I usually want to get it out of my mouth in about 40 minutes, which isn't very long by today's gum standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I was a little bit let down. But I suppose with a name as amazing as Fabulous Fruitini....my expectations were a bit high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-4632020156770021037?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/4632020156770021037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=4632020156770021037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4632020156770021037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4632020156770021037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-im-chewing-this-week-fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-1141235920964609763</id><published>2008-09-18T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:46:54.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, my step mom has added me on facebook. I feel weird about it. She got a myspace like a year ago and read all my blogs from there and sent me strange messages. I'm not nearly as intense on facebook...but still. I feel like her being able to read everything restricts my freedom to write whatever the fuck I want. I probably shouldn't feel that way...but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is the world coming to anyway when parents are on the social networking sites? The age limit on those things is like...35....then you need to move on. Unless you have a valid reason to be on there other than to network socially. LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-1141235920964609763?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/1141235920964609763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=1141235920964609763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1141235920964609763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1141235920964609763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-my-step-mom-has-added-me-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-6624166954562395302</id><published>2008-09-15T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:48:29.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a revelation of sorts this weekend. I was going to 5th Quarter Friday night, and I was thinking about what I was going to do if someone tried to hug me...and how to avoid the awkwardness that would surely ensue. Then I started trying to think of people that I actually enjoy hugging...and there's only 1. Which led me to conclude-I am an awkward hugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I was always this way...but I deffinetly am now. I make hugging really awkward though, and it sucks because it puts people off and they can't figure out why. They (and I didn't either until I had this revelation) know that an awkward moment just happened, after the hug, but its hard to pinpoint what exactly about the moment is awkward...then they think its them. But it is most deffinetly me and my awkwardness. Now that I've been thinking about it too, I realized I kind of have a lot of anxiety about hugging. Like, will it happen? what am I going to do if ___ tries to hug me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its really awkward not to hug too. Like when I was leaving school for the summer, there were several occasions when I probably should have hugged people but didn't because I thought it would be awkward. Its really awkward either way. So I guess the question in the situation becomes-is an awkward hug less awkward than no hug at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what about my hugging is awkward, but it most deffinetly is, and I apologize to everyone who ever tries to hug me, because I will probably make it weird, but I don't really mean to. It just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I chew a lot of gum. I would sort of consider myself a gum connoisseur. There is a lot of gum on the market these days, and its hard to sort out which ones you might like best, or would be best to take on a date or...whatever other situations warrant a piece of gum. So I'm going to start reviewing it. There will be categories and all manner of fun things...starting soon. Woot.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-6624166954562395302?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/6624166954562395302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=6624166954562395302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/6624166954562395302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/6624166954562395302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-had-revelation-of-sorts-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-8478837479980433890</id><published>2008-09-06T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:52:40.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I am ready to give up politics forever. I'm not angry person, in fact usually its pretty difficult to get me worked up anything...but I tell you something, some fuckers have figured out how and I am fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been called a sheep. What I'm taking that to mean is I cannot think for myself or form an educated opinion based on my beliefs and careful examination of the candidates because I have been so wowed by one candidates speaking ability that my brain cannot even function. That is probably the most offensive thing I have ever been called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot in this world. God knows I don't have the money, looks or body to get ahead in life. I have a brain. I HAVE A FUCKING BRAIN AND I CAN USE IT. So when you insult it, and you say it is not capable of functioning...you are insulting EVERYTHING that I have. Everything that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not going to take that from people who call themselves my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost so much respect for some of these people in the last 2 days. I was on Tyler Pauly's side during the underage drinking debocle over the summer, and what does he say now? That my opinion doesn't matter. FUCK HIM. C.J. Peterson thinks all liberals are sheep? WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS BY FUCKING WORSHIPPING THE REPUBLICAN PARTY?! Jack Simmons is a fucking ditto. He has come up with nothing original throughout these posts, just ripping off Tyler's ideas...which I guess would make him a FUCKING SHEEP TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I taking this so seriously? Well, to me, this is the equivalent of calling a girl a cunt. That is a horrible word for most girls, because you're reducing them to a fuckhole. In my case, these people are reducing me to a mindless animal that people cut up, kill and eat. That is fucking wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm will be voting for Barack Obama in November because I think he is the best option for the presidency we have been presented with. Do you disagree? GOOD. Not everyone is supposed to agree, that's the fucking point of this country. So argue with me. Fight me about it, tell me I'm wrong. But if you start that, I'm going to do the same to you, and you can't just end the argument by saying 'Well, you're only voting for him because he's a good speaker.' NO. I'M VOTING FOR HIM BECAUSE I THINK HE'S BETTER. That's like saying 'You're only voting for McCain because he was a POW.' No, you're voting for him because you like his ideas and you think he's better. That's great, have an opinion...BUT FUCKING RESPECT ME FOR MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do not, ever again, whatever you do, de-humanize me, or anyone else for having an opinion. That makes you the lowest kind of scum on the planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-8478837479980433890?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/8478837479980433890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=8478837479980433890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8478837479980433890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8478837479980433890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-am-ready-to-give-up-politics.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-7095410721434707515</id><published>2008-08-09T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:03:15.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever I'm in an airport about to get on a plane, I like to play this game where I 1)try to guess who I will be sitting by and 2) try to figure out who the most interesting person on the flight would be (i.e. who I would ideally be sitting by). I have NEVER in my entire life guessed correctly, but...that's right, today I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the flight out of DesMo, it was 6:30ish in the morning, and interesting people generally don't fly at that hour, so I had to go to my second teir of interesting which is labeled 'eccentric'. Turns out, said person was a middle aged woman wearing a bandana on her head, a Harley Davidson t-shirt and some very intense looking boots-eccentric biker chic...yes please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it turned out that she was in fact the person I was assigned to sit next to, I was doubley happy because I had correctly guessed, and it was the ideal person. Emily=1 Life=0. So we sit down, I say hi, she says hi...I'm excited because you can tell she's a talker and I'm in the mood for an interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter crabby flight attendent who informs us that the emergency exit row is empty and she needs 2 people to sit in said row...and eccentric biker chic and I are the top candidates. Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it would be awkward to assume that eccentric biker chic and I would strike up a classic airplane friendship, or at the very least that she felt the same way I did, so reluctantly I agreed and so did she, and we sat across the aisle from each other, and all I could do was wonder what might have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life=1...Emily=0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-7095410721434707515?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/7095410721434707515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=7095410721434707515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7095410721434707515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7095410721434707515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/08/whenever-im-in-airport-about-to-get-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-4900763725907562049</id><published>2008-06-09T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:40:53.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think a great invention would be sunscreen that doesn't smell like every other sunscreen there is. I really hate the smell of sunscreen, and as a result am less inclined to wear it. There are plenty of other serious negatives about sunscreen, and really only one positive which I think is really debatable because in order to prevent cancer you have to re-apply the shit like every hour, which seems to me like a ploy to get you to buy more sunscreen because people are so afraid. I'm sure there's an economic concept for that, but since the only economics class I've taken was with Mr. Barker (and we all know how those tend to go), I don't know what its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I do know is this: when little kids walk buy me, or when people come through the drive thru at Caribou smelling like sunscreen, I feel gross and greasy and want to take a shower. And that's just awkward and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For realz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-4900763725907562049?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/4900763725907562049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=4900763725907562049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4900763725907562049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4900763725907562049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-great-invention-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-4733213826538968906</id><published>2008-06-02T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:23:17.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night my mom and I had a fight. I'm an idiot, because sometimes I think I might actually be able to make my mom understand how I feel about my life. I told her how angry I was, she didn't really get it, but at least she got that I was pissed in a way that won't go away overnight. Its not like I want a lot from my mom, she's just really the only parent option that I have, and somewhere inside me there's still enough of a kid that I still need a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized something last night about my mother that I'd never understood before: since the moment I was born, she's been preparing for me to leave her. And when I got to be a teenager, she got fucking scared about it, and she left me. Not physically, but emotionally she hasn't been there at all since I was 14. The crazy thing about that is I do the same thing. It would appear I am more like my mom than my dad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my car was broken, but we took it in and its a no big deal problem, so my life does not totally suck. Also, my friends are amazing, and I feel like I should remind everyone that they should be jealous of the great people I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-4733213826538968906?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/4733213826538968906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=4733213826538968906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4733213826538968906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4733213826538968906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-night-my-mom-and-i-had-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3805721980722657275</id><published>2008-05-26T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:21:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So how 'bout that storm last night, eh? Andy and I were watching Queer as Folk and he was going to leave and the fucking door like violently blew open...and he stayed for awhile. After it was over, I took Bella out, and there was a huge ass stick on the porch and the little helicopter things were everywhere. It was pretty ridikalus. I guess 85 mph winds have that affect on trees and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like thunderstorms. I like to sit outside and watch them roll in and watch the sky turn orange. That's like my favorite. Dad and I used to go outside right before a big storm and he'd convince me to not chicken out and go inside when the thunder got house-shaking loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was scary though. I don't like loud wind and tornados tie with floods in my book for scariest weather. Indiscriminate destruction is what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that pissed me off last night=I turned on the porch light when I took Bella out, within 30 seconds a motherfucking goddamn disgusting stupid awful junebug was flying into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has arrived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3805721980722657275?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3805721980722657275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3805721980722657275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3805721980722657275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3805721980722657275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-how-bout-that-storm-last-night-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3872827874138270408</id><published>2008-05-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:45:10.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Ryan and I went and saw Prince Caspian. It was hands down, without question the best $8.75 I have ever spent on a movie. I don't know exactly what it is or how they do it, but those movies are so captivating and just fucking perfect...I felt like crying in the middle. Nothing sad was even happening, it just felt like a perfect moment and that might deserve tears. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I'm saying is, way to go Disney. You are boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower this week. My response=Jesus, no wonder everyone is so freaking emo in this town. I feel like people take the wrong message from it, but I guess that would be easy to do. It wasn't meant to be depressing, but I probably would have done the same thing if I'd read it 2 or 3 years ago. It was ok, maybe 3/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird being home. Not so much uncomfortable weird, just different weird. Like I've gotten so much older and this town hasn't aged a bit. This past week felt like a month, not because I was bored by any means,...I dunno, maybe life is just slower here. But holy crap there's still SO MUCH summer ahead of me. What to do with all that time? Answer: What is work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a Mexican restaurant now, so I suppose that's something. Yeah for culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, there was a disappointing lack of blood in There Will be Blood. Really, I can think of many better ways to spend 3 hours, but at the same time it was a really good movie and worth watching just to really appreciate the last like 10-15 minutes. For shiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3872827874138270408?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3872827874138270408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3872827874138270408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3872827874138270408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3872827874138270408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-ryan-and-i-went-and-saw-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-2108081924402656774</id><published>2008-05-03T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:05:20.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I quit dating. Boys, girls, I'm done with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck emotional connections&lt;br /&gt;and cuddling&lt;br /&gt;and meeting  friends&lt;br /&gt;and flirting&lt;br /&gt;and calling each other boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;and every other goddamn thing that goes with a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby resign myself to one night stands and being a make-out whore when I'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cats when I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of cats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-2108081924402656774?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/2108081924402656774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=2108081924402656774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/2108081924402656774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/2108081924402656774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-quit-dating.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3663468206326032169</id><published>2008-04-24T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:00:16.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think life is easiest when we can boil all of our problems down to one common factor. For example, until recently, everything wrong with my life was a result of having an 8 o'clock class (I actually blame the professor for this....fucking Jim). So my terrible procrastination problem, my insomnia, my inability to beat 'Raining Blood' on Guitar Hero, my messy room and anything else troublesome in my life were a result of me hating that class and having to get up at fucking 7:30 in the damn morning to go to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now however, I see I was terribly wrong. None of this is Jim's fault, and I feel I should write him a letter apologizing for hating him all semester because I thought he was ruining my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is the real culprit? I'll tell you, its birds, specifically the anti-christ crow and the other little things that live in the tree outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anti-christ crow showed up shortly before spring break, and I swear it is the devil incarnate. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I have an 8, 11 and 12 o'clock class. Usually I go to breakfast at 9 (after Jim's class) and have special time with Lauren, then I come back to my room and I have about an hour before I have to leave for my next class. So being that I'm me and do stupid things, usually I take an hour nap (bad idea kittens, bad idea). And that goddamn crow sits outside my window and ba-kaws the whole time. Then (this is the kicker) when I come back at 1, its not here anymore, but I can hear it in the next tree over, so its not as loud. Should I decide to take an afternoon nap (which is like everyday, let's be honest)(I'm an insomniac don't judge me) THE FUCKING THING COMES BACK TO THIS TREE AND BA-KAW'S ALL FUCKING AFTERNOON! I've yelled at it to scare it away, but it'll come back after like 10 minutes. So, it is the anti-christ crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other little things just came this week, and I believe they have allied themselves with the anti-christ crow, probably because it threatened to eat them if they didn't join it in making me miserable. The other little things don't are on some kind of fucked up schedule, because right now its 3:54 a.m. and they are out in that tree chirping. And they've been at it for a good half an hour now. WTF!?!?!?!? Birds chirp during the day (ideally) in trees not near windows where people are trying to sleep, not in the middle of the damn night! And, I can't yell at them to try to scare them away because I'll wake my neighbors up, and I'm polite, unlike birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to assume all birds are evil, and am more adament than ever about killing every bug I see in order to starve the birds (sacrifices have to be made, and bugs are gross so I don't feel bad). But through these experience I've learned that birds are the root of all evil in my life. Birds are (literally at the moment) keeping me from falling asleep at night, they make dining center food totally unappetizing, and they have prevented Kate Winslet from winning an academy award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you birds. Fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3663468206326032169?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3663468206326032169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3663468206326032169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3663468206326032169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3663468206326032169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-life-is-easiest-when-we-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3897703068734259007</id><published>2008-04-10T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:46:52.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why today was the best day ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My mom and I used to watch this show called "Supermarket Sweep", and I didn't think anyone else knew what it was. It came up randomly in conversation 3 times today. Freaking weird, but also awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I thought I totally bombed a test, but I only mostly bombed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I had Jimmy Johns for dinner, and I don't feel bad about it because ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I did 80 minutes of yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I had a really funny dream that I joined the army and my job was to drop kangaroos in Afghanistan (like instead of food), but if the kangaroos weren't wearing purple vests and boxing gloves we had to send them back to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I started reading that Anne Lamott book Sara Lamb gave Ellyn to give me. I don't think it will make me a christian, but I like her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I found out Sheena is working this weekend. So on Sunday its going to be me, Sheena and J.C. aka my 2 favorite people to work with ever. Me=excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) After an hour of scanning, my computer has no viruses...I didn't think it did, but I think its encouraging anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The Magic Bullet show is on right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I was kind of having a super crappy week, and I was hanging out with Andrew tonight...and HE GOT ME A FLOWER!!! =sweetest.thing.ever.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, shitty week, good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3897703068734259007?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3897703068734259007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3897703068734259007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3897703068734259007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3897703068734259007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-today-was-best-day-ever-1-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-1114188273770968568</id><published>2008-04-05T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:54:32.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I discovered something last night, that I had always sort of suspected to be true, but had no real proof of-first kisses are fucking awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, in the movies, they're like all nice, and romantic and blah blah blah. But in real life....not so much. I think its because when you first start kind of dating someone, like everything is awkward because you have to do this crazy mind reading thing where you've got to figure out what they're thinking because you don't want to be the one that's in like more. I feel almost worst for guys because they like want to touch girls (I mean appropriatly), but they've gotta figure out if the girl is ok with that, cause you don't want to piss the girl off in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the first kiss does happen, its usually after some other awkward physical touch, and it just puts an awkward twist on the whole evening. But, for some reason, either despite the awkwardness, or maybe because of it, its still kind of cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but awkward....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, logically speaking, you have to get the first one out of the way so you can have the second one, which I'm hoping is much less awkward and more romantic and perfect and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh life, you are a funny friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-1114188273770968568?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/1114188273770968568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=1114188273770968568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1114188273770968568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1114188273770968568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-i-discovered-something-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-1698180233577070472</id><published>2008-03-28T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:53:54.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I woke up this morning at 10 (I skipped my 8...because, well Megan came over and we watched Shop Erotic until like 3...and then getting up at 7:30 for class just really wasn't for me), and as I was checking my email to make sure that God still hates me and didn't make Dise cancel humanities, I realized, to my sort of horror that the pressure ball from my nose ring is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of 3 things had to have happened, I'll list them in order of likliness. 1)I knocked it off at some point in the night and its now lost in the jungle of dust and empty water bottles under my bed. 2)I sniffed it up, and it went down my throat and is now festering in acid in my stomach. 3) I sniffed it up and its now in my sinuses and will probably somehow travel to my brain and I'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure its on the floor, because even though it was pretty little, the hole to go up to my sinuses if fucking tiny...and it would have hurt like a son of a bitch, at least enough to wake me up with intense pain in my nose. The way I figure, if it hurts to sniff cocaine, a powder, a pressure ball which is solid, would hurt a lot worse. Plus I would probably have a headache, and my body would be producing a shit ton of snot to try to get the damn thing out. And I would probably be able to feel it. Logically, it is on the floor somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my intense hypochondria is convincing me that I'll probably die later today. And if that's the case, well, Andy is in charge of my funeral music and Caitlyn Ryan gets my shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-1698180233577070472?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/1698180233577070472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=1698180233577070472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1698180233577070472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1698180233577070472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-woke-up-this-morning-at-10-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3589527313595093361</id><published>2008-03-26T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:56:51.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I'm feeling conflicted about my major. I've always (I mean...ALWAYS) thought that psychology was what I was supposed to do, especially after the accident. For some reason its just always been there, and when I told everyone I wanted to be an actress or a writer, in the back of my mind it was always psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm becoming increasingly agitated. Mr. Kammin always said that in psychology, your first patient is yourself, and that's part of what has drawn me to it. I've always felt like the answer to everything is somewhere inside myself, and if I keep working at it, I'll figure out what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm starting to get scared about what I'm going to find. Maybe I just don't want to know. On the other hand, it pisses me off that I'm even thinking that, because I'll be damned if I'll ever back down from a fight. But maybe this is one that I can't win, and I should just stop digging into my mind before I find something I don't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've had wayyyyyyy too much time to think lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sidenote-don't get freaked out, i'm really ok. i'm not feeling overly depressed or stressed or anything like that, i'm just trying to make good, well thought out decisions for once in my life, and this is one of those that i'm finding ridiculously perplexing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3589527313595093361?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3589527313595093361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3589527313595093361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3589527313595093361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3589527313595093361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-im-feeling-conflicted-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-6219683826640860309</id><published>2008-03-23T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:29:51.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate when I feel like writing, but I've blown all my good words on a paper for a class that I don't care about. Silly me and my inability to plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So its gonna be one of these kind of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I slept a lot over spring break. It was weird, but refreshing. Could have helped that like...everynight execpt one I was intoxicated in one way or another. That always helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spring break was busier than I wanted. Apparently, having no plans just means that I'll make more plans than I really want to have time for. Hopefully, summer will be better. That makes it sound like I had a bad spring break....totally untrue, it was a blast and I did exactly what I wanted and I saw everyone I wanted to see. And I hung out with my boys, and so of course it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My water tastes like refridgerator. And I'm thirsty. And poor. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I only got to watch one episode of Xena while I was home. It was sad. But not really overly sad because there was enough gay that I didn't need Xena as a dyke-a-licious supplement. And let me just say, they really REALLY gay-ed up season 6. Probably by the end of the week I will write a thing about really why I think I liked this show so much, or maybe I won't. It'll be a fun suprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I started doing yoga. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got a new ear piercing. It hurts. Its called a 'conch' and it made me laugh because it reminded me of that spongebob episode where they wreck a plane or something and they are consulting the magic conch shell. And I'm excited because I can put a bar  between it and my tragus and it'll be like an industrial execpt I've never seen an actual person with one like that. Trust me when I say it will be badass. Emily Uniqueness points=+1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tomorrow I think I'm going to clean my room. Haha...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-6219683826640860309?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/6219683826640860309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=6219683826640860309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/6219683826640860309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/6219683826640860309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-when-i-feel-like-writing-but-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-8882557611423616666</id><published>2008-03-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:23:49.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, here is my official word/experience of the lockdown yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find out about it until 6, cause I was at work. And when we got the word, they were making it sound like someone was actually in Dancer with a gun. So, that was kind of freaky, but I wasn't too worked up because they weren't saying anyone was hurt, and that's like as far away from me as you can possibly get while still being on this campus. Then they started saying that it was just a potential threat, but we say cops taking 2 guys out of Rider (which is right next door)...and that was when things got really scary cause it felt like there was more going on than they were telling us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I got back to my room, and found out what was really going on and started calling everyone that called me, and yeah. It ended up being kind of stupid, but I'm ok with that becaues with the way things are sometimes its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some other people that got really worried, but I was never more than minorly alarmed, and I'll tell you why: All the goddamn bomb threats! I'm pretty sure the ridiculous number of times someone threatened to blow up my high school has made a block in my brain that prevents me from getting worried about that kind of stuff. The lock down reminded me of that time when we had to go outside at noon, because someone wrote on a bathroom wall that the school was going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the lockdown gave the campus a little excitement, but everything is totally back to normal today..and all is well in the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now I'm super extra excited to come home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-8882557611423616666?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/8882557611423616666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=8882557611423616666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8882557611423616666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8882557611423616666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-here-is-my-official-wordexperience.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5319690633021133524</id><published>2008-03-11T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:37:54.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I was at breakfast (after getting up at 7 AND going to my 8 o'clock class...both independent minor miracles), and they always have The Today Show on all the t.v.'s which seems odd to me, but whatever that's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they had this 17 MONTH old little girl that could read. What.The.Fuck? Not even 2 years old, and the kid can like...read shit. That's in-fucking-sane. And what's worse, is that the little kids are getting smarter every year. Now they're learning to read in kindergarten, which is putting shame to the letter people that I was learning about in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has led me to conclude, that 1 or 2 or both of these things will happen: 1) they will come up with a degree higher than a doctorate, cause by the time that little girl graduates college, everyone's gonna have to be a doctor just to make a decent living. B.A.'s will just be a starter degree. And/or 2) my education will become completly obsolete. And, that's just more than a little depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I have decided I'm going to drop out of society Chris McCandless style (minus the starving to death in a bus in Alaska part). Execpt, I'd rather move to Canada and become a hermit. I'm guessing that is a mostly ideal environment to have a shit-ton of cats when I'm a cat lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5319690633021133524?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5319690633021133524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5319690633021133524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5319690633021133524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5319690633021133524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-yesterday-i-was-at-breakfast-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-4377475194493765288</id><published>2008-03-08T01:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T01:45:29.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Hillary Clinton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please drop out of the presidential election race. You won't become the democratic candidate, and the reason I know this is because of facebook. The anti barack obama group has less than 20,000 members, the anti you group has over 900,000. Duh. Drop out so I can start liking you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-4377475194493765288?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/4377475194493765288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=4377475194493765288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4377475194493765288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4377475194493765288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-hillary-clinton-please-drop-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5932989228086965</id><published>2008-03-01T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:52:07.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting a new project today, because it looks warm outside and spring always seems like a time to start things. I dreamed this up the other day when I was making a mix cd, and I was trying to figure out which Shin's song on the Garden State Soundtrack was supposed to change your life. I came across this thing that Zach Braff wrote about how that soundtrack is really the soundtrack of his life...and I thought 'Holy shit, that would be like major fun to do.' So, I started looking through the music on my computer, and realized that at least half of it is mix cds and I don't have the names of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going through my music library, song by song, google-ing the lyrics, and naming everything. It was fun for awhile, now its just tedious. But I'll be happy about it when I'm done, and there is some good stuff on here that I totally forgot about. And a shit ton of random emo songs from when Caitlyn Ryan and I were emo and used to make each other cds. Oh, those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intro to lit teacher lets us pick all our own things to read. The unit we're on is book by authors from Iowa. So, I picked what I though would be like the ultimate easy book to write a paper on-'The Bridges of Madison County' cause, like hello. And I can write about how I remember when they were making the movie and blah blah blah. However, once I got the book (which was a nearly impossible fiasco in itself) and started reading it this morning, I'm kind of freaked out because its actually a really good book. I always feel like I should think everything from/about Winterset is lame, because generally it is, but this book was worth the read. And it was short. I have a new appreciation for short books these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'Eragon' last night, and I've decided it is on my official list of awesomely bad movies. Not quite up to par with 'Lake Placid' or anything, but pretty good. I mean bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now halfway through season 4 of 'Xena' and I've kind of started to panic about what I'm going to do when I finish season 6. Then it came to me-I'll watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love Netflix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5932989228086965?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5932989228086965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5932989228086965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5932989228086965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5932989228086965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-starting-new-project-today-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3622746641621348597</id><published>2008-02-28T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:35:43.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 1:33 a.m. I'm awake. Why? Not for lack of trying to sleep, but in fact because some girls in are outside my door pulling up the carpet tiles and moving them around to switch the pattern. I could be frustrated, but I'm actually really amused. I just hope they don't get a noise complaint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like its time to watch another episode of 'Xena'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3622746641621348597?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3622746641621348597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3622746641621348597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3622746641621348597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3622746641621348597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-133.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-570410646525789919</id><published>2008-02-17T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:11:38.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(this blog is going to be hilarious, because of the following sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting next to this Nascar enthusiast at dinner tonight.....&lt;br /&gt;(told you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was watching the race on tv. And he kept saying things (to me) like 'Isn't it amazing that's happening at 180?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended I was deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This did not deter the Nascar enthusiast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it switched to 'YES!!' and 'WHOO' and 'Isn't it great that Junior is sucking today?'&lt;br /&gt;(he was a very enthusiastic enthusiast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaniously, he kept going and getting more popcorn shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy ate a total of 5 fucking baskets of popcorn shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS TIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just as I was getting up to go back to work, a chick sat down on the other side of the bar, and started saying similar things....and soon, the enthusiastic nascar enthusiast and the chick engaged in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they had wild sex on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding about that last part, but seriously, I think I witnessed a hookup tonight...in the Piazza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a magical place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-570410646525789919?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/570410646525789919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=570410646525789919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/570410646525789919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/570410646525789919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-blog-is-going-to-be-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5990961982397174289</id><published>2008-02-15T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:57:07.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a great day in the life of Emily Schnurr. Its a refreshing kind of cold outside. I skipped my 8 o'clock class, and I don't feel bad about it. Valentine's Day is over. I was reminded that life and I have a similar sense of humor last night. The air smells like possibilities, and I might just allow myself a little bit of hope. And, to top that all off, I'm going to see a little boy child that I'm madly in love with in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried really hard to make yesterday good, because I'm sick of hating the big V-Day. Instead of being depressed that I'm apparently not ever going to be in a relationship that means anything, I figured I would try to be happy for people that had found someone extra special, and be thankful for the insane amount of love that I have in my life. That lasted until like....3 in the afternoon. Then I walked past the office and saw all the flowers...and I slipped back into my usual 'rawr I hate this day' mood. Eh. A for effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Netflix news-Xena is the best show ever. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have blogged something on the big To Write Love on Her Arms day thing...but I didn't have my opinion about it well enough organized. So that topic will have to wait until March 11 (one of my favorite things that has happened today was that I got on facebook, and self injury awareness day is an event...and T.J. Hendricks is attending. Like I said, life and I have a very similar sense of humor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5990961982397174289?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5990961982397174289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5990961982397174289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5990961982397174289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5990961982397174289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-great-day-in-life-of-emily.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-7928436861988802321</id><published>2008-02-04T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:40:56.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Sometimes sleep really annoys me. There's too much to do, and I hate that I have to spend so much time sleeping because then I don't get to do fun stuff. I like the 'I'll sleep when I'm dead' mentality. However, after (and by that I mean, I'm still in the middle of) a serious bout with insomnia, it feels really fucking good to be rested. I slept 16 hours the whole week last week, and by Friday, I couldn't even register where I was. Now, I'm joining the pill brigade, and I hate that, but I need to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Professor quote-'Point of view has a friend, and it is named Stance.' He's a nice guy, but I wish his class was more about reading (its intro to lit) and less about us sharing our life stories in class. Its a lit class, not psychotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Its freezing raining today. I was having a good chuckle to myself about how funny it is when people fall down, then I fell down....I continued to chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I made coffee for myself this morning in my very own coffee pot. It was a ver fulfilling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate the Superbowl. Stupidest game in the stupidest sport in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got a bunch of new music last weekend. I'm afraid I'm going to get new music overloaded and miss listening to something great because there is so much to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm scared for Wednesday....4 years. Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't feel bad if you don't get that. I'm might blog about it, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'House' was fucking badass last night. Dear god I love that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have to go to class now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-7928436861988802321?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/7928436861988802321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=7928436861988802321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7928436861988802321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7928436861988802321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-sleep-really-annoys-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-1673750955204400336</id><published>2008-01-29T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:56:57.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Cydonia was a region in Greece named after King Cydon, who was the son of Hermes and some dumb bitch. Its also a place on Mars where there are faces, i.e. maybe life? If, hypothetically speaking, Cydonia had knights, a stupid band called Muse could write a dumb song about these 'Knights of Cydonia' and then a video game company could put this song on Guitar Hero 3. And if all of these conditions were present, I would believe this song was in place just to make my life miserable, because that's what its doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My eye won't stop twitching, I'm sure this is just my brain tumor. Or SaraH is in mortal danger. Either way, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I woke up this morning because I left my window open last night and around 8 a gale force wind started blowing shit around my room. It was scary and unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There's this quote I used to like, it went something like '4 a.m. is the hardest time to be alive. 4 a.m. knows all my secrets, 4 a.m. is where all my dreams die.' I would say, on a personal note, when insomnia hits, its actually around 5:30 that those things happen, especially if your dream involves sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Real professor quote: 'You are all a species of homos. There were homos before you, and when you guys reproduce, there will be more homos. But thanks to evolution and genetic diversity, there is a lot of genetic variety in the homo species.' This is also the guy that did an impression of a sperm playing football. Sometimes I like college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I used to take this personality disorder test at &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/"&gt;www.4degreez.com&lt;/a&gt; when I was really screwed up. I usually scored very high for Borderline, and high for like Histrionic and Obsessive-Compulsive. I took it last week, and I scored low on everything. That's right kittens, I'm now the picture of mental health. You all should strive to be more like me (ha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm officially addicted to watching t.v. shows on Netflix. I've watched all the good shows, and I'm at the point where I'm going to start watching 'Xena'. No joke, I really am that lame....but mentally healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-1673750955204400336?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/1673750955204400336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=1673750955204400336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1673750955204400336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/1673750955204400336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/01/cydonia-was-region-in-greece-named.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-7563789896913795737</id><published>2008-01-20T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:23:42.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I saw the movie 'Cloverfield'. It was so amazing! It was terrifying (possibly the scariest movie I've ever seen) because it didn't rely on gore, or a serial killer. I mean, its pretty straight forward-a monster is attacking New York City. You (in the beginning) have no idea what it is, where it came from or why it is attacking, but it is. Now, what are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was all filmed with a handheld camera, you feel like you're right there with the characters. So since then I've been thinking a lot about what I would do. Would I try to save people (especially people that I love), or would I just run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure what the answer to that is. Part of me hopes I would just run like hell (self preservation is not always a bad thing). I wouldn't expect anyone to come back for me, in fact I would hate it if someone risked their life for me. I think when it came right down to it, there are people I would go back for. Not because I want to be a hero, or anything like that. But because I'd rather die doing good than live wishing I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its all very hypothetical. Monsters aren't going to attack anywhere, I know that. But there are 'monsters' that really do exist. What if we got nuked? or attacked by...I don't know terrorists again or something. Really, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, 'Cloverfield' is an excellent movie, well worth however much you have to pay for it and however far you have to drive to see it. Now I'm off to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-7563789896913795737?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/7563789896913795737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=7563789896913795737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7563789896913795737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7563789896913795737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-night-i-saw-movie-cloverfield.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5836627595899030026</id><published>2008-01-10T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:43:42.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, kittens, I must say life is pretty good today. Execpt for the fact that its snowing like its going out of style and I have to work....But right at this moment things are good! I'm interneting and listening to Cher. Honestly, what more does a girl need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I was working, and let's just say things are rather....interesting (ha!) there right now, and anyway I got off and I walked through B&amp;amp;N cause they're having a super mega sale, and I'm looking at one of the tables, and what should appear before my eyes? Probably the greatest book ever writte-'The Giant Book of Insults'. How fucking amazing is that? And they had a deal where you could get 3 books for $9.99 (but I'm a member so it was less that that), but anyway, I also got a novel by Snoop Dogg and some Van Gogh post-it notes. What I'm saying here is, I pretty much spent the best $10 of my life last night. Thanks B&amp;amp;N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I think its time for me to play a fun game of 'figure out which clothes laying on my floor are dirty and then do laundry', so I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5836627595899030026?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5836627595899030026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5836627595899030026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5836627595899030026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5836627595899030026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-kittens-i-must-say-life-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3334136567907453362</id><published>2008-01-01T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:46:23.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today totally sucked. Not because I was nursing a hangover like most of the rest of the world (I almost wish I had been...) but because this stupid fucking idiot assisstant manager at Wilson's makes me want to shoot someone. Mostly her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I got a playstation, so I could kill people in an acceptable manner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was pretty fun though. I went to a lockin at a church, and I know that makes me lame, but I'm sort of ok with that. I've really had enough heavy drinking for awhile. Sometimes its nice to remember what happened on your birthday. Sometimes not, but sometimes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step-sister had her baby finally. In case you missed it, just turned 18, she's dropped out of high school and works at wal-mart. The baby's dad (her boyfriend) is 25, like $20,ooo in debt and has not job. WINNERS!! I went to see the baby, and a couple of minorly distressing things happened: 1) I got sort of maternal, which freaked me out, and 2) I got really fucking scared. This kid doesn't stand a fucking chance, and Angela is so stupid and wouldn't give her up for adoption. So now there is a little girl named Keara in the world, who will someday have a favorite food and color and will have interests and has the possibility of having so much potential, and my step sister is flushing all that down the toilet. Its really really fucking depressing.....and I guess I don't even know what more to say about it. I'm trying to remain optimistic, but it kind of isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm excited about the caucus. GO OBAMA!! Sara Lamb and I are making cookies tomorrow, its gonna be awesome, and if you feel like coming, you should. I'm figuring its gonna be like a big party. And who doesn't like a big party with Obama cookies?? No one. duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3334136567907453362?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3334136567907453362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3334136567907453362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3334136567907453362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3334136567907453362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-totally-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3193097474993810311</id><published>2007-12-24T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:06:44.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, not having high speed internet totally blows. Especially after you've had it, and then it gets ripped away by christmas break.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness I work in a mall with an Apple store. Saves my life, no joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's work drama like I've never experienced before. There's family drama. There's friend drama. People need to fucking relax...but that is not the nature of my life. Oh well, I'll just sit back and watch, pretty much like I always do...because I'm actually not really involved in this. The family drama a little bit, but that's only because I started it. Eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate christmas, I want it to be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I was pleasantely suprised to see that I have only spent $220 this entire holiday season, including all the new clothes I bought and my PS2 (which involves a pretty hilarious story, if anyone is interested). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.....yeah. I'm about done with all this. Time to go to work (oh joy of joys). Hope you all have a good next couple of days celebrating a guy's birthday that didn't even happen in December. Why is Jesus always killing my buzz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3193097474993810311?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3193097474993810311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3193097474993810311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3193097474993810311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3193097474993810311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-not-having-high-speed-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-4095130386815735657</id><published>2007-12-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:54:37.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, after much deep contemplation, I've had an epiphany. I believe, if you're going to have an emotional breakdown at the University of Northern Iowa, the bathroom is the best place to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the showers are like around the corner and behind a wall from the toilets, so if someone just comes in to pee, they won't hear you. And if you hang a towel outside, the RA's will just think someone is showering when they come through for rounds. As long as you aren't too loud, you're set. If you are too loud, you can just turn the water on, and you're good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would especially recommend the showers that can also be bathtubs, because you could sit in them, and no one likes to stand through an emotional breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I believe if you are in serious need of alone time, this is also the ideal situation. Cause, sometimes, we all get a little sick of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-4095130386815735657?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/4095130386815735657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=4095130386815735657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4095130386815735657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4095130386815735657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-after-much-deep-contemplation-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3841522364076611305</id><published>2007-12-05T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:48:32.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I like college a lot. Like when Barack Obama comes to campus, and makes meaningful eye contact with me. Really, he could do about anything to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's a different topic for a different blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, where was I? Yes, I like college right now.  The semester is almost over, I get a month off for Christmas, I'm moving soon (and by soon, I mean at the last possible moment that I can move (long story), but that is relatively soon), I'm moving into my very own room, and I heard Barack Obama just like 5 minutes ago. I like him. He's really put me in a better mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really like my oral communications class. We're way fun, and its been suggested that we should get our own comedy show. Anyway, some of us are going out tonight, and I'm excited. All college classes should be like that one (i.e. with significant bonding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so now I'm going to the mall with Allyn. With my new debit card. Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3841522364076611305?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3841522364076611305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3841522364076611305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3841522364076611305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3841522364076611305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-i-like-college-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-6173590262002100753</id><published>2007-12-02T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:25:53.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoo. Things are finally looking up. I have a new room ( I probably won't move until like the day before break, but its a room and I don't have to stay in this one for much longer so I don't really care!), and I have nothing due this week. Granted, its the week before finals, so I probably should study...but I have a feeling I'll end up playing 'The Sims' more than anything. And I'm ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester is going to kill me I think. I have an 8, 11, and 12 on Monday and Friday, an 8, 11, 12 and 6-9 night class on Wednesday. Then a 9:30 on Thursday and Friday and I'm going to work lunch and dinner. Its going to kick my ass, but I decided (and I know I'll regret this later) that I'm much more productive when I'm busy, and part of my procrastination problem is that I have time to procrastinate. If I don't have time/can't put things off, I'll do better. Not that I'm doing bad, but I do tend to cause myself undue stress by say putting off a 5 page paper until the night before its due. So, I'm attempting to correct that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ice-stormed like crazy yesterday, and my mom is holding my new winter coat hostage....so I might freeze to death before next semester has a chance to kill me. Its really motherfucking cold here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of bummed because I was going to go meet some celebrities today, but I have a feeling it was cancelled, and I don't want to walk clear to the union to find out. Cause that would totally suck. I talked to Scarlett Johanson...that was pretty cool. So I guess that will do for now. I'm going to take a nap before I have to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later, I'm going to listen to some 'Jesus Christ Superstar', cause its stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-6173590262002100753?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/6173590262002100753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=6173590262002100753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/6173590262002100753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/6173590262002100753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/12/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-9106837842209642744</id><published>2007-11-26T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:47:59.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, break was good, until it sucked. And school was ok...and now it totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what I'm saying it, I hate my life right now, and I wish it would stop being mean to me and realize this is a team effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Christmas with a fiery passion, but at this moment, it is what's keeping me from going totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-9106837842209642744?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/9106837842209642744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=9106837842209642744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/9106837842209642744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/9106837842209642744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-break-was-good-until-it-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-8234608881012764522</id><published>2007-11-14T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:38:23.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many apologies for sucking at updating this blog. I've been doing a lot of myspace blogging lately, and its not that I forgot about this one...it just kind of took a back burner. I'm going to do better from now on though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, an update. Well, there is roommate drama. For more information about this, ask me. It's really kind of a good story. But to get to business, I'm in the market for a new roommate, so if you're in the market as well, you should talk to me. I'm super easy to get along with, and my messiness is negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Classes are going pretty well. I still hate math with every fiber of my being, but it's almost over now. Last week in Oral Comm. we had our group projects. I'm just going to put it out there that our totally kicked ass. We handed out free condoms on the hill, and had this whole talk show-skit thing. We only missed 3 points for the entire thing. That=awesome!! Right after break is our persuasive speech. My original idea was going to be that 'SexyBack' should be the new national anthem, but then she said that the topic had to be something that related directly to college students, and we had to partner up with someone to take the other side of the issue. So it didn't really work out. Now my topic is 'to have facebook, or not to have facebook' (really its all social networking sites though). It'll be ok, just not as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Biscotti's today, and they had cinnamon flavored Sunchips. How crazy is that? You know what's crazier? They're totally really super good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also so freaking excited about Thanksgiving break, I'm about to pee my pants (figuratively). I need to get out of here, and Friday can't come soon enough. I get the whole week off, so really 9 days. That is so much puppy time...holy crap its going to be awesome! And time in my bed (not Allyn's). Oh my god, I can't talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's really all. I'll stop sucking at updating this officially. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-8234608881012764522?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/8234608881012764522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=8234608881012764522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8234608881012764522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8234608881012764522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/11/many-apologies-for-sucking-at-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-4435943484191980608</id><published>2007-10-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:37:33.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happiness is: remembering your mom sent you juice boxes, and as you put some juice boxes in the fridge, realizing you have muffin tops too...and holy crap, the icing on the cake...nip/tuck starts tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-4435943484191980608?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/4435943484191980608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=4435943484191980608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4435943484191980608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4435943484191980608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/10/happiness-is-remembering-your-mom-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-7960853266110797917</id><published>2007-10-24T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:56:31.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was dreadful. But it was one of those annoyingly bad days where something sets you off and then the day sucks even though it shouldn't. I think just the thought of how long today was going to be yesterday put me in a bad mood this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first of all, I had a test at 10. I, being my slacker self, decided that studying wasn't really for me, and only put in about half the time I should have. However, it just so happens the things I remembered randomly were the things on the test. So really, I got super fucking lucky. Really really super fucking lucky. It was a scary enough experience though, that from now on, I will put in more study time. No sense paying for a class I'm not going to do well in. So anyway, that should have put me in a better mood. Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I go to Humanities, and I don't know why, but that guy was extra especially annoying today. I believe he's a funny man, but he goes to far. For example, today we were looking at a portrait of Louis XIV (that's 14), and he goes 'what's interesting about this portrait is the extraordinary amount of leg Louis is showing'. It was hilariously funny, but then he kept talking about it for another like 30 seconds. He killed the joke is basically what happened. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to work. Wednesday is my favorite day of work, because I work with Megan and Jamie, and I like them and they make me laugh and Megan comes up with a new dance every week and its great times. Megan's dance was especially hilarious today, but then for some reason we had a ridiculously long second rush (it lasted like 20 minutes, usually its like less than 10), so that killed whatever good vibes I had going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to take a nap this afternoon, but then I had to go to a major meeting to get my freshmen spring registration hold taken off so I can register for classes in November, so that didn't happen until way later, so it was a shitty nap. The day ended ok though, because I realized I don't have class tomorrow, and we had the empathy belly (fake pregnancy thing) presentation and it was way funny. That thing is crazy, look for pictures on facebook soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of long days. However, I should stop fighting them, because I have a feeling they are going to be my life for the next 4ish years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we are playing Goldfish Survivor in my house. People signed up to get a fish, and whoever can keep their's alive the longest gets a prize. Mine is named Brunhilda the immortal. Its been like 27 hours, and 5 are dead already. I'm so gonna win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, I'm taking like a 3 hour nap, and that's just how its gonna be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-7960853266110797917?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/7960853266110797917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=7960853266110797917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7960853266110797917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7960853266110797917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-dreadful.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-7911166136283405578</id><published>2007-10-15T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:10:57.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. I never really wrote a follow-up to me being afraid to go home, so on that note-it was about what i expected. First of all, not long enough. Second of all, hard. I needed like at least one more day to make it feel like i was really home again, instead of just a visitor passing through. I also felt like it was too soon to get another dog, but I was not at all prepared for the feeling of complete emptiness in my house without Katy there. Without a dog runny out to see me when I walked in the door, it just didn't feel like home. So, I am really glad we got a new puppy (Bella). It was equal parts exciting and hard to spend time with her, because she is the cutest, sweetest little girl I've ever met, but it also broke my heart. I'm not going to get into all the emotional stuff here (that's what myspace is for), but if I'm going to write about my first trip home, I would be lying if I left that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that's long overdue, and out dated, but I'm still trying to get my feelings about the whole situation in line, so that's what you get right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, last weekend was homecoming. I've discovered I have a quite a knack for corrupting people. There is a girl down the hall from me who, at 21 years old, had never had more than a sip of alcohol in her entire life. Not one drink. And she'd never bought it. Her roommate and I got her to drink a little on Friday and Saturday nights, so we were pretty proud of ourselves, and I realize and accept that I'm a bad person. And............I'm over it. I didn't go to the football game, because I've recently started hating football (not so much the sport as all the bullshit starting and stopping and boringness). This may be a result of increased soccer watching, someone should do a study. But it was still a fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has started out splendidly, and if the sky didn't look like it was going to puke blood and die, I would be really happy. As it is, I feel a twinge of sadness (that cloudy sky thing gets me everytime). I do feel though that a combination of Mika and Cher twice a day will vastly improve my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you feel like sending me something this week, it should be kleenexes. No pressure, but you would be my bff. For serious. And if you're really bored, and you have fast internet, and you could go for some new music, or just a giggle, go to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jennyowensyoung"&gt;www.myspace.com/jennyowensyoung&lt;/a&gt; and listen to 'Hot in Herre'. If you don't giggle, we might not be able to be friends, so you should lie if I ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got. Comment, even if you just say 'hi'...cause I like getting comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-7911166136283405578?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/7911166136283405578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=7911166136283405578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7911166136283405578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7911166136283405578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/10/sigh-sigh-i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3854076798156025629</id><published>2007-10-03T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:55:53.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going home tomorrow. That's exciting, but I'm also finding it kind of weird and scary. I'm excited because, not gonna lie, I miss you all like crazy. I've met a lot of cool people here, but none of them are you. I think I got really lucky with the group of people I hung out with in high school, because you all rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its scary though because...I just haven't been there in forever. This is the longest period of time I've ever not been home. Even in SoCar, that was a home. I don't know, I just think its going to be weird. Hopefully weird in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a lot of tv lately. And by that I mean tv on dvd. I watched 3 seasons of 'House' in one week, and now I'm watching 'Weeds' (really good, fucking hilarious show, if you get Showtime, or Netflix, and you're an adult or your parents don't monitor what you watch...you should check it out), then next week I'm starting 'Grey's Anatomy' and by the time I'm done with that, I'll be getting 'Queer as Folk' from Netflix. I'm a busy, busy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not really much else going on here. Kind of a boring week, but I'm ok with that (I'd rather have nothing going on then tests and papers and other stupid stuff). So if you're not doing anything this weekend, you should look me up. Cause I'll be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3854076798156025629?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3854076798156025629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3854076798156025629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3854076798156025629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3854076798156025629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-going-home-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-724549975095009618</id><published>2007-09-26T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:19:13.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is going much better than last week. I got my tests back today, both A's. That made me happy. This also proved to me that you can still be a slacker in college and get good grades. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at work today, and a mustard fiasco took place. See, we had been serving honey mustard dressing, but today we served regular honey mustard. FIASCO!! One girl got like kind of really upset. I thought it was funny. Anywhoo, the whole thing got sorted out sort of, and it is me and Jamie's duty to tell everyone that works at Stackable's. I'm leaving it mostly up to Jamie, but I'm talking about it in this blog, so I feel I did my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, yesterday, Kris and I had a 'that's what she said' contest. I lost because I burned myself and said 'fuck me Freddy' while he was standing right next to me. It was still way fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me last night, and she's thinking about getting a new dog. It really caught me off guard, like I knew she was going to get another one someday, but not this soon. I thought about it though, and I guess if she's ready, she should go ahead and get one. There will never ever be another Katy, so it doesn't really matter if she waits 20 years. It got me thinking though, and the fact that Katy won't be there make me not quite as excited to go home. It'll be ok though, because I'm thinking I will be super busy, so I won't have much time to just hang out at my house. That's sort of what I'm aiming for anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my oral comm class today, we watched and episode of 'House', and this chick had a tapeworm in her brain. That is so disgusting, it makes me never want to eat pork ever again. I kind of want to start watching that show, but I'm afraid I will think I have everything they show. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I got. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-724549975095009618?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/724549975095009618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=724549975095009618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/724549975095009618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/724549975095009618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-week-is-going-much-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5679935672867056753</id><published>2007-09-23T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:56:25.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness is-waking up at 2:30 in the afternoon, eating a oatmeal creampie, and realize (after 5 weeks) that you do in fact have dryer sheets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5679935672867056753?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5679935672867056753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5679935672867056753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5679935672867056753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5679935672867056753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/09/happiness-is-waking-up-at-230-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-5711707981713592392</id><published>2007-09-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:01:35.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so ready for this week to be over. Its been a really stupid weird annoying week, and it really just needs to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have 2 tests on Friday, which sucks because procrastination and I are like best friends. So I've been reading like a librarian every night. Reading takes a lot of work. I like to think about other things while I read, but that sort of defeats the purpose of reading, just a thought. Then today, one of the classes was cancelled, and we still needed to learn stuff for the test, so I don't even know if that's happening Friday or not. I sort of mostly got caught up for that one though, so I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other test is in Humanities, and there's no way around it-its gonna be a bitch. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having like a crazy bi-polar week too. I wake up and check my e-mail/facebook and listen to Mika, so I always start out in a good mood, but then I do stupid things like read my old Xanga entries from my depressed days, and that kind of kills the happiness. Sidenote-Mika does have amazing mood altering effects though. Seriously, if you're in a shitty mood, just listen to 'Love Today' and you will be happy by the end of the song. No joke, its real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other odd things that have happened this week-yesterday I was in the bathroom and a girl came around the corner in a towel (she hadn't showered yet), and I was washing my hands and she goes 'I really like your hair! Its so cute with the curls!!'...and then I was like 'Uhh, thanks (?)' and then she went back around the corner to shower. It was odd. Also today, creepy Lamont from Oral Comm was extra creepy. We were talking about stage fright and things you can do to not get afraid, and someone said picture people in their underwear, and Lamont goes 'I do that all the time anyway.' That guy is fucking creepy-for. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I'm sick of this week, it should go on vacation and never come back. I'm going to go take a shower now (cause I'm a dirty girl), and then I'm going to dinner. I hope everyone else is having a much better week than me! (goodness, I'm so negative....eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-5711707981713592392?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/5711707981713592392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=5711707981713592392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5711707981713592392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/5711707981713592392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-so-ready-for-this-week-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-3252630107715713534</id><published>2007-09-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:12:13.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today something really cool happened to me. All day, for the first time since I've been here, I felt like I really belonged. To be honest with you, being here has been a lot harder than I expected it to be. I had enough people tell me that college would be easy for me that I believed it would be. So when I got here and it wasn't, I felt like I was doing something wrong. Then I got depressed cause I felt like people had too much faith in me and I was screwing everything up....(I try to keep good vibes on here for the most part, but it hasn't been all good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then today, everything felt like it kind of clicked. I'm not going to get too excited, in case its a fluke. I think its all going to be ok though, and I really believe that. I mean, if I've had one really good 'in it' day in 4 weeks, who knows what can happen in the next 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making this sound all sad and like I've been depressed the whole time I've been here, and that isn't true at all. I've been having fun, and really things have been fine. I've just felt like an outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's really all I had for today. I'm happy, I'm pretty much done being sick, and I'm going to be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-3252630107715713534?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/3252630107715713534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=3252630107715713534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3252630107715713534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/3252630107715713534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-something-really-cool-happened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-2728449192508494424</id><published>2007-09-10T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:05:35.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La La La La</title><content type='html'>So an interesting thing has happened. We heard about a flu going around the dorms last tuesday. Thursday I heard someone on the 2nd floor had it. Friday a girl down the hall had it, and Saturday night...I happened to catch this lovely little virus. I felt very near death yesterday, but today I've been on a pretty steady stream of cough syrup, so while I'm still sick, everything is a lot funnier! I'm hoping I feel better tomorrow, cause I have to go to work, and I don't think I could do work like this (it would be funny, but I would end up burning myself...more than I do usually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gross thing that happened this weekend-my ear got super infected. I got a new piercing a couple weeks before I came here, and sort of stopped cleaning it on a regular basis, and as a result Saturday night (just not a good night...in terms of my general health) there was like a giant infection...bubble kind of thing. Needless to say, I took it out. Its not nearly so gross today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do a speech today for oral comm, and I'm pretty sure it sucked. I'm not that upset or worried though because the professor knew I was sick, and most of the speech was written under the influence of Tylenol P.M., so not too much can be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other randomness-today, the crazy lady that doesn't shave and has braids, well today, she wore her hair down. There is so much of it. I'm thinking its been at least 10 years since the woman had a hair cut. I didn't even think humans could grow that much hair. But yes, yes apparently they can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-2728449192508494424?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/2728449192508494424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=2728449192508494424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/2728449192508494424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/2728449192508494424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='La La La La La La'/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-114168990384032975</id><published>2007-09-07T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:19:13.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life takes an accurate syllabus</title><content type='html'>tuition, room and board-approximatly $12,000 a year&lt;br /&gt;books-$500ish&lt;br /&gt;sitting in class everyday-50 to 75 minutes of my life&lt;br /&gt;realizing i am now 8 chapters behind (reading wise) in my hardest class-priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-114168990384032975?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/114168990384032975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=114168990384032975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/114168990384032975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/114168990384032975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-takes-accurate-syllabus.html' title='Life takes an accurate syllabus'/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-8732806597212008376</id><published>2007-09-05T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:05:54.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day i forget</title><content type='html'>times i have forgotten what day of college i'm at-i forget&lt;br /&gt;parties attended-there are too many technicality issues here, so i'm just going to say i'm still at 1&lt;br /&gt;biodesiel buses ridden in-1&lt;br /&gt;how hot it is here-is the roof on fire? very nearly&lt;br /&gt;times slipped on the floor at work-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be cool to count how many  days i'd been here for every post...but i've lost track and i really don't feel like figuring it out. eh. you'll deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had a good long weekend. i went to my brother's house and we hung out. he's a cool cat. then my mom and jeff came for a little bit on sunday cause they were at some indian thing not too far from here. so that was good. they brought me some stuff i'd forgotten (including another pillow, and no joke, since i've had it, i've been sleeping great. this has led me to conclude that i'm a 2 pillow kind of girl, and 1 pillow just doesn't cut it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i'm getting a social life again, and i'm super excited about it. me and some girls that are 2 doors down and a girl from the other hall have started a movie club kind of thing. basically we watch a movie every night, and now more people are starting to come. it's freaking sweet. they are fun to hang out with, and totally unlike most people i hung out with in winterset. i still don't have any gays...but i'm getting there with the hippies, so i guess that's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny story-so sarah my roommate has a sinus infection or something, could be the flu (cause i heard that's going around the dorms). anyway, we were at the house dinner last night and she asked if i would pass her the ketchup and i said no (joking around you know) and she's like 'i'm gonna cough on your pillow later'. i thought that was probably the best threat i'd ever heard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird cause i keep seeing people here, or meeting people that totally remind me of w'set people. there is a girl that lives down the hall, and she reminds me so much of katie leners (if katie lener's ran track and was super hyper all the time), she even kind of looks like her. and there is a guy that always seems to be in the dining center when i'm there, and he looks just like chris roberts. its weird, but kind of cool. cause then i think about people that i might not think about otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion-i'm pretty much over my homesickness. it sucked pretty bad there for a little while, but now that i'm actually hanging out with people (instead of just meeting a lot of them) its better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo kittens, i'ma take a nap, then study for my math test tomorrow that i'm not going to do well on....good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-8732806597212008376?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/8732806597212008376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=8732806597212008376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8732806597212008376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/8732806597212008376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-i-forget.html' title='day i forget'/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-4505126199516433320</id><published>2007-08-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:11:34.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's another word for desperate...?</title><content type='html'>ok college you win-i'm officially super homesick. i miss my bed, cause i can't fucking sleep here. i miss being able to look over at my wall and seeing the birthday sign caitlyn ryan made for me, or my valentine's day present from racheal, or the really nice letter haley wrote me once. none of that is here. i miss (oh my god) sleeping in only what clothes i deemed absolutly nessicary (usually like none). i miss having a shower with a constant water temperature that only i, or people i know very well use. i miss only having to walk like 5 feet to get to the bathroom. i miss being able to walk from my bathroom to my room, or really around the house for that matter, in only what clothes i deemed totally nessicary. I MISS AIR CONDITIONING. i miss not having to care about anyone else's bedtime routine but mine. i miss band...and high school (shh don't tell anyone). i miss knowing everyone, even if i didn't particularly like them. i miss seeing the people i did like on a daily basis. I MISS SITTING ON MY PORCH. i miss having freezy pops freeze in a timely manner. i miss having food whenever i wanted it. i miss not having to climb to get to my bed. i miss having my own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mom. now, this is ironic because i have spent a significant portion of my teenage years hating the woman, and now i would give about anything to see her. i sort of miss jeff too. this is also ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my dog. god i miss my dog. i miss knowing she'll be home when i get home. i miss holding her. i miss sitting on the couch with her...i just fucking miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to movies at jc. i miss driving chrysanthemum. i miss my cushy job at wilson's (i had to fry things today and it was disgusting). I MISS CLARKS TOWER. I MISS PAMMEL. I MISS SWINGING BRIDGE. i miss having something to do everyday after school. i miss having to go home earlier than everyone else. i miss having a locker. i miss my slow internet. i miss visiting sara lamb. i miss mr feirer's office. i miss mr kammin's office. i miss ap comp. i miss someone caring that i did bad things. i miss feeling like i was getting away with bad things. i miss checking my closets for serial killers before i went to bed. i miss waking up (because here i can't even seem to fall asleep). i miss knowing exactly how everything was going to go. i miss thinking college was going to be the great answer for all my problems. i miss being excited for college. i miss getting mail. i miss people calling me all the time. i miss tanning. i miss knowing what all the channels were on my tv. i miss privacy. i miss the quiet. i miss driving around. i miss watching movies at people's houses when we didn't know what else to do. i miss knowing my way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my life...cause now i'm just another anonymous face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know, this is all going to get better. it just sucks today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-4505126199516433320?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/4505126199516433320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=4505126199516433320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4505126199516433320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/4505126199516433320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-another-word-for-desperate.html' title='what&apos;s another word for desperate...?'/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-544181428136118311</id><published>2007-08-27T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:18:12.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>Day 11-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parties attended-1(yes!)&lt;br /&gt;drinks consumed at said party-1 (yep, still a loser)&lt;br /&gt;times nearly fallen out of loft-1&lt;br /&gt;soccer games watched on tv while bored-1&lt;br /&gt;bugs henreitta has eaten-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, overall i had a good weekend. the part was kind of boring, just because i didn't really know anyone, but at least i can say i've been to one now. and it was good to get out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new fact about my crazy professor-she also does not wear a bra. if the braids and the hairy legs were enough of a distraction, now i also have her unsupported boobs to deal with. its rough. really rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight there is a 'save the world' club meeting. i'm thinking this has something to do with global warming. i'm not sure how i feel about global warming, but i'm going to this meeting anyway. if nothing else, i believe it will be a good place to meet hippies, and since there is a huge lack of gays in my life right now, i'm going to compensate and attempt to replace my gays with hippies. i know its not ideal, but its gonna have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my roommate has not seen 'layrinth' so that situation has to get remedied. right now in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.comments are nice...share the love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-544181428136118311?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/544181428136118311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=544181428136118311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/544181428136118311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/544181428136118311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-7865163949931104003</id><published>2007-08-25T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:34:34.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Day 9-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parties attended-0 (but i'm thinking tonight might be the night)&lt;br /&gt;person i'm happiest i know-allyn&lt;br /&gt;dreams had involving the apocolypse-1&lt;br /&gt;times done laundry-1 (and it was exciting)&lt;br /&gt;naps taken-lots (and prolly another one when i'm done writing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, sarah (my roommate) went home this weekend. i htink she was pretty homesick, so i'm sure she'll feel better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny (as in ironic) event-ok, so yesterday i'm going from the library to sabin hall (where my next class was) and i hear this 'emily....emily' so i turn around, and who should it be buy mr allyn bauer. so we're standing there talking and he says 'so why don't you ever answer your phone? i've tried calling you a bunch, but you never answer'. and i'm like 'do you have the right number?' and he says 'maybe not'. so i gave him my number and went to class. then he called me last night and we hung out and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to this thing called no shame. its basically like an improve show for people that aren't very good at improve. sort of. people like read poems they wrote, one group did a skit about a board meeting at the sci fi channel that was really funny, and then this chick juggled. so its kind of random, but it was fun. (weird people there though. i'm pretty sure if everyone in the room wasn't high before the show, they most deffinetly got high afterwords. that might have been the most entertaining part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i think allyn and i are hanging out again tonight. he lives with these two other guys in an apartment, and one of them (alex) is really cool, but the other one (cary) have like a pube-fro on his head. it was odd and sort of made me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like working in the dining center, execpt when i have to make eggs, because now i feel like i smell like eggs, and i'm certain this will continue for the rest of the day. LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-7865163949931104003?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/7865163949931104003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=7865163949931104003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7865163949931104003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/7865163949931104003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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-838023026889798454.post-930837863139089499</id><published>2007-08-22T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:16:01.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>College Day 6-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parties attended-0&lt;br /&gt;friends made-2 or 3ish....maybe 4&lt;br /&gt;people met-i don't even know&lt;br /&gt;people in my dorm whose last name is schnurr (including me)-2&lt;br /&gt;labrynth posters purchased-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, college is getting a b. everyone here is super nice, but i still don't think i've made any real friends. i also realized last night that's ok, because the reason i had so many friends in winterset was i grew up with you all, and i had years to get to know you. so expecting to make friends in a weekish is having some pretty high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am having a good time. i've been getting a little lonely lately, but there have been these dorm bonding activities (all of which have been lame by the way, but it has been a good way to meet people in the dorm), and even though i'm on a upperclass floor, there are still lots of people in the same friendless boat as me. tomorrow they are showing 'blades of glory' in the little field thing outside the dorm, and i'm going with a girl from down the hall, so that will be fun. sarah (my roommate) is going home this weekend, so i'm hoping i'll be able to find something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my classes too. i have oral communication, culture nature and society (the professor is a total feminist hippie. no joke-she has these 2 big thick braids that go all the way down to her waist, and she doesn't shave her legs), humanities 2 and dumb kids math (the professor for this one is this old grandma kind of lady. i like this because its like they're throwing a bone to the kids that are dumb at math, because there's no way she'll get angry when we don't understand!). i also work tueday, wednesday and thursday, then every other sunday, so i'm making some money too (that way when i come home we can go out to lunch and what not and i won't be totally broke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, well i'm gonna go do some homework. have a good night/day (whenever you're reading this)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838023026889798454-930837863139089499?l=shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/feeds/930837863139089499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=838023026889798454&amp;postID=930837863139089499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/930837863139089499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838023026889798454/posts/default/930837863139089499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shunthenonbelievers.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Schnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754843916709717677</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></feed>
