<?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-7030594414466247063</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:36:51.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Sunny Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-5618503436677421798</id><published>2011-02-16T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T01:17:02.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Lunes</title><content type='html'>For Emma forever ago, reveling in real analysis revelations at 4am, barely alive battery, kitchen canvas, the professor's presence but not mine, full range of motion--the stuff my dreams are made of, jealousy is really unbecoming on you. misa you, misa you mora, appreciate the articulation said the speech pathologist, showering once a week.&lt;br /&gt;I love watching deaf people sign because they are so expressive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-5618503436677421798?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/5618503436677421798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-lost-lunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/5618503436677421798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/5618503436677421798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-lost-lunes.html' title='Long Lost Lunes'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-6540377188878356389</id><published>2010-05-04T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:29:22.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yabba Dabba Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Infinite weekend, 5 nights in a row.&lt;div&gt;Fish company and Dr. Bodybuilder. "You're always dressed to the nines"  "I don't even know who M-L is!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beach party, Olds, wine to go in a paper cup. Big Tony where are you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quad. Mid-day transport. Floppy summer hat, maxi-dress, "You look like a movie star" tapping the keg, peppermint patties, upside down sun glasses, spilled beer, beer poured on me. Meatbawwwwl. Lata seniors. Bottle caps, voice mail, "I don't know any of you," bonfires, and heart to hearts with strangers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beer olympics yabba dabba dooooo team bedrock/the amazon. cheetah suit. blue sneakers. long pour, keg stand, lotsa new friends. Cafe 412. This bag is so heavy. K-Allen's room, beer and grain jello shots, back to Oakland, buttered floor, Doughy/Joey, Olds, Junior, shots, Civ scream, EPIC, sprinting back to Olds for one more drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping on the couch 3 nights in a row, getting an A and exempt and not having to work. Blue moons and margaritas, Olds again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-6540377188878356389?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/6540377188878356389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2010/05/yabba-dabba-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/6540377188878356389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/6540377188878356389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2010/05/yabba-dabba-tuesday.html' title='Yabba Dabba Tuesday'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-8152706165802584027</id><published>2010-04-13T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:16:17.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two's Day</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night midnight phone calls, scientific epic poems on the nature of things, genetic experiments and low dose radiation. My first visitor, the chinatown bus, hometown coffeeshop where you first met, and you're still thinking of each other. Due dates due dates due dates. Lists of things you are acknowledging that you are ignoring but you do have a list of them. Loveshackin' 100 mile bicycle races meeting the Black Eyed Peas, doing your thing, spreading your wings, crossing the border, ultraviolet and infrared, artificial versus unnatural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-8152706165802584027?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/8152706165802584027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2010/04/twos-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/8152706165802584027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/8152706165802584027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2010/04/twos-day.html' title='Two&apos;s Day'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-4830045310204367592</id><published>2010-04-12T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:11:08.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish it was Sunday</title><content type='html'>Not lunes, not España. Sleeping in, skipping class. Registration, a semester full of early mornings. Avocados, mangos, mushrooms, asparagus, onion, garlic, eggs, grape nuts. El Bordo, IVF, vectors, rookies. History of the Journal of Biology of Boring Nonsense. Athletes getting violent. Days of silence, paper thin walls. Backyards and big basements, bright colored walls, big closet space. &lt;div&gt;Summer in the city, business casual, Brooklyn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-4830045310204367592?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/4830045310204367592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-it-was-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/4830045310204367592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/4830045310204367592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-it-was-sunday.html' title='Wish it was Sunday'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-202584027755469433</id><published>2009-09-14T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:29:56.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunes en españa</title><content type='html'>Whew. Spain. You suit me well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday night...first the guías took like all 90 of us to this bar where we started out right away with chopitas de fuego, then there was some vodka con limon (my drink of choice...it's just so expensive...) met some espanoles...had some more shots and cerveza chatted with Chris and Greg and others. Decided to go to another place following Fernando then we went to a real discoteca. The guys had to pay 10 euro to get in, but that included a free drink. So by this point it's at least 2am I would have to guess and we were all feeling great. So this place was full and playing lots of good music so we danced. And boy did we get down. bumpin and grindin...apparently people don't dance like that in spain because after a while I finally realized we were the only ones dancing like that. But it was so fun. Of course someone had their camera and was taking picutres and later someone saw them and asked why we were all wet...were they spraying water? Nope. pure sweat. Finally took a break from dancing and sat and chatted with Chris. Then we thought everyone had left so we decided to leave but then we found Taylor and Dane so we all left. Bought a pack of cigarettes from some old lady with a table set up on the street, she gave us heart shape lollipops too. Walked back with Chris. made out with him too. As he was leaving he was like yeah we totally had that coming all night...someone's cocky. He's fun though. Got home finally at about 6:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: walked around for a while finally settled on calle betis at a bar called Big Ben where happy hour starts at 1am and they have 1euro beers, 1 euro tinto de verano and 1 euro chopitas (shots). Started out with some tinto, then of course someone suggested a round of shots, and I mean...por que no? then more tinto...shots...cerveza...chatted with this guy named Brian for a while, we discovered that we both worked at YMCA summer camps over the summer so yeah then James comes up to us and asks us if we want to go outside and smoke...por que no? so we smoked with this guy from New York who we met at the bar who is here for 2 years now teaching english. (me taylor, andrew, james, brian, Mike from NY) then we all kind of go our separate ways and I met mike's spanish friend Pepe who kept telling me how I looked Spanish and I could pass as a sevillana so Pepe and Mike invite us to come over to their house (Taylor and I) and I mean..por que no? So we made it home a little after 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday and Saturday coming up next...for now I must go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-202584027755469433?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/202584027755469433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunes-en-espana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/202584027755469433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/202584027755469433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunes-en-espana.html' title='Lunes en españa'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-659947257818559314</id><published>2009-09-04T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:40:20.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo York, Zoo York (Sunday-Thurzday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lots of fun. Long Island Invasion, go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, arrival, homemade delishshus soup, Robert Moses, nude beach, HA, Lauren &amp;amp; Natalia, beer, NSYNC &amp;amp; BSB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, Taking Woodstock, Grand Lux Cafe, sleepy sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, beach with Kriner and brother Kriner, music, cards, cold ocean, out to dinner--Thai food, then the bar to see Don&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, the CITY, 10:00 am beerrun, train, acting sketchy, central park, bicycle tour with the gorgeous turk, the Russian Tea Room, Bryant Park, East Village, Strand ( =heaven ) Indian restaurant (Milon, go there!) the best decorations, my new best friend, so much cheap food, BYOB, Luca (I could looka at him all day), CoCoRosie (soo cool), sleeping on the train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, Korean spa, so many suanas, Korean food mmm, almost missing my flight, cutting in line ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SqHoy8N_8VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FErsy0TNmEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SqHn0nEpIWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a09ui4uhOuM/s400/IMG_0615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377834321084752226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there are tons more pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-659947257818559314?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/659947257818559314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoo-york-zoo-york-sunday-thurzday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/659947257818559314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/659947257818559314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoo-york-zoo-york-sunday-thurzday.html' title='Zoo York, Zoo York (Sunday-Thurzday)'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SqHoy8N_8VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FErsy0TNmEQ/s72-c/IMG_0678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-7238335249926303512</id><published>2009-08-27T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:33:17.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday...or...Thursday?</title><content type='html'>Too lazy to know what day it is.&lt;div&gt;Sleeping, eating, reading trashy paperbacks, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was a dream. mmm. No matter how I describe it, it will sound corny. It was the perfect summer night, my favorite temperature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;at&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave for the big apple on Sunday. Also known as my Long Island Invasion Tour '09 GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to the big city, perhaps the beach? seeing my old college cronies, and Cocorosie to boot! hellyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then another adventure, a big one, across the big pond, to a little place I like to call españa (which is by no means little) for 2squared (4) months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-7238335249926303512?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/7238335249926303512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesdayorthursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/7238335249926303512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/7238335249926303512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesdayorthursday.html' title='Wednesday...or...Thursday?'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-5473321369733736603</id><published>2009-08-21T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:55:52.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Like Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>Easy, I wish. somehow nothing ever is.&lt;div&gt;Last night was fun...drunkenly made a pact with my best guy friend to get married if we turn 40 and are each unmarried. laying around laughing until 5:30am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont understand frat guys, they love making fun of frat guys, yet they do it as though they are different, like I don't understand how it is funny to make fun of wearing croakies and visors when you wear croakies and visors but ok. I'm not a fratstar so I wouldn't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally saw THE university of North Carolina. It was pretty but I felt like hell and it was about 180 degress so it was all I could do to keep from yaking in the bushes. I kinda wish I did because that would just be funny to me. A beautiful area but I could never see myself going to school there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am on the verge of getting pink eye stink eye. yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never said anything in here about camp. There's too much to explain about it...Red Dress.Devo Light Dancing.Whatcha doin prunie, stewin hmmm...and then it touched my mouth.EDC Big Kahuna Cup Champions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good experience, but I was waaay ready to come home/I don't know that I would do it again. Some kids are brats, but most of them were pretty good. They remind me how far a little imagination can take you and seeing how fascinated they would be by a caterpillar or finding a shark tooth the first time and the thousandth time those were the good parts. I wasn't really an outdoorsy person before camp, I got over that, and my fear of spiders. coolio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-5473321369733736603?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/5473321369733736603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/08/easy-like-sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/5473321369733736603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/5473321369733736603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/08/easy-like-sunday-morning.html' title='Easy Like Sunday Morning'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-1917193734601643208</id><published>2009-05-24T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:25:24.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I guess this was about 4 summers ago&lt;div&gt;There was a concert. He now had an extra ticket, so he asked me, and I went, with him and his family (parents, brothers) and I was having a great time. I really liked his family and I think they liked me too, from what I can remember anyway. And it was in an ampitheater, and we were outside, it was a beautiful summer evening, the music was loud and we were just dancing. And he was holding my hand and twirling me around and we just danced and danced and danced, and finally I got tired of waiting for him to kiss me, so he spun me around and I just kissed him. That night, he called me, "Why'd you kiss me?" "I don't know, it just seemed like the right thing to do." "Well that kiss was awesome, it was a movie kiss, it was slow and so nice and perfect"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh yes, the movie kiss, I'll never forget it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-1917193734601643208?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/1917193734601643208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-guess-this-was-about-4-summers-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/1917193734601643208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/1917193734601643208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-guess-this-was-about-4-summers-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-7005640781285005227</id><published>2009-05-16T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:39:58.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of the night</title><content type='html'>I'm at home for a week or two now before I start my summer job, camp counselor extrodinaire! Anyway, I was flipping through some of the books on my bookshelf, trying to decide which one I wanted to re-read, and I found this letter I had written to an ex-boyfriend, not too long after our break up:&lt;div&gt;D*****,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hi. I admit, I don't even really know how to begin this, so I guess I'll just ask, how are you? I could say I'm great, just wonderful, better than ever (ezra) but then I'd be lying. I mean I'm ok, I'm fine, I'm pretty good, but I might as well just say it, I miss you. I miss you. I miss you in some of the worst ways I didn't even know existed. I don't want you to take this the wrong way, I'm not expecting anything out of this, I just needed you to know. Also I'm wondering why you seem to have severed all ties with me, is us having a friendship too much to ask? If it is, can we at least be pen pals? We can pretend like we don't know each other if you want. You can just be another college student who tells me about the snow up there and I can be just another high school girl in a small town asking you how mirrors work. Please don't disappear forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, I was...a bit melodramatic, I mean "I miss you in some of the worst ways I didn't even know existed" that's a bit much, even for me. Funny thing, as I was reading this, I was thinking how I still do miss him, and how he has disappeared, I just hope it's not forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-7005640781285005227?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/7005640781285005227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-middle-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/7005640781285005227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/7005640781285005227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-middle-of-night.html' title='In the middle of the night'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-8911881778761092837</id><published>2009-05-10T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:10:56.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Funday</title><content type='html'>This day, I do not like, but I am getting over it, because well, you just have to. Everyone is leaving which makes me sad. And I am confined to the library writing a paper, did I mention that I hate writing papers. I almost physically can't, but somehow I am but it's just taking me about 3 years per page. But the good news is that this is the last paper I will have to write for a long time. And tomorrow I go home! Ugh but I still have to pack and figure out how to get to the storage place, and the post office...and then finally the airport!&lt;div&gt;Haha, I am currently wearing a t-shirt that does not belong to me which also makes me happy because it reminds me of last night that I spent with the owner of said t-shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow avoided getting written up, while drunk and breaking paritals and having 2 run-ins with RA's. Yeah I don't know how I did it either. Charm, good looks, etc. etc. Up on the roof roof (tell your boyfriend not to be mad at meee, thanks Luda) Trying on each other shoes, tackling each other? Not for real though, Eye drops that certainly did not make it into his eye, etcccc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An all around fun night. Spent at least a good 20 minutes arguing with two guys who I was sure were twins, but they denied it? We argued over whether or not they were twins. Can you really even argue about that? I hope they weren't because it's funnier that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking beer so fast because people need our pitcher, parading around in heels, crazy jacket, one piece, also known as a dress, lost my favorite ring to the t-shirt owner, sad. Your Mothers diner, best chili fries ever, burnt my mouf. Scott Squared!! drinking through straws, funneling beers, self-timer!! I love that picture. sippin on the goose, being a silly goose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-8911881778761092837?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/8911881778761092837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-funday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/8911881778761092837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/8911881778761092837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday Funday'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-6629396419758019668</id><published>2009-05-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:20:26.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdayy</title><content type='html'>It's a Saturday and I'm in the library, LAME&lt;div&gt;but the good news is that a week from this Monday, I'm freeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work now so that I can play later. Hopefully tonight has lots of fun in store, but not a repeat of last Saturday, a little too much fun for me. Woke up Sunday and tried to figure out why I had paraded around all night with a red bandana tied around my head, and I don't even own a red bandana or have any recollection of how I acquired it. Yes, this is my life. Not to mention I consumed a taco from the mysterious taco truck that was parked on the street. Also I was responsible for a lot of people falling down some stairs, my bad y'all (I do feel really bad about that though).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A countdown of sorts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Civ-a-licious paper (8-10 pages)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Español Art Analysis (3-5 pages)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Diffy-Q's exam (terrifying!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Español examen (not so terrifying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and 9 Days away from SUMMER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-6629396419758019668?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/6629396419758019668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturdayy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/6629396419758019668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/6629396419758019668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturdayy.html' title='Saturdayy'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-1823085292920081334</id><published>2009-03-29T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:08:25.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think I have said this before, but I'll say it again, Sunday is my least favorite day of the week (cos its the farthest point from next weekend...it's like that whole day-after-christmas-feeling, for me anyway). But today I like Sunday cos I am FREE from work//usually I have to work from 2:30-9 on Sundays, which isn't that long...but trust me, it is. Anywhooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we kicked ass and took names in our rugby match today, and now I'm spent. But I'm just putting off my homework as usual, so I shall leave you with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SdA3Zw-yN2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/i1m5Zbs1Ju8/s400/mosaic1721890.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318812075709052770" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eyecatcher/753875166/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alexandra leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meetaspix/414562531/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Indian Spices #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jup3nep/2876262762/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yellow army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/merkley/2120308886/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PStarr -  Buzzed on Vodka In a Discoish Helmet Pretend Drunk Driving a Clawfoot Tub With a Frying Pan Steering Wheel While 2 Eggs Collect Germs and Extra Toast Flies Out of an Unplugged Toaster Into The Breakfasty Steam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mauronascimento/2606241050/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The moon belongs to everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ovidiulorena/2239772047/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The little rugby player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/greenie11/3385017622/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Never Fade Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/satorarepo/2753480424/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Enjoy summer (and beer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/superlocal/354912459/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the 22:41 arrives at 22:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-1823085292920081334?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/1823085292920081334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloody-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-3307769867607646208</id><published>2009-03-14T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:00:47.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not me, it's you...</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;    &lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0; padding: 0 10px 10px 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Ani+DiFranco+Untouchable+Face&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;        &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51l233UcHPL._SS250_.jpg" width="125" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Ani+DiFranco+Untouchable+Face&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;Untouchable Face&lt;/a&gt;      by      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Ani+DiFranco&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="More from this Artist on Amazon"&gt;Ani DiFranco&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;      &amp;quot;So fuck you&lt;br /&gt;and your untouchable face&lt;br /&gt;and fuck you&lt;br /&gt;for existing in the first place...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those lyrics make it sound angry, but it&amp;#39;s really more of a sad song.     &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;    &lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0; padding: 0 10px 10px 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=James+Blunt+Goodbye+My+Lover&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;        &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51lq1q%2BwfWL._SS250_.jpg" width="125" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=James+Blunt+Goodbye+My+Lover&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;Goodbye My Lover&lt;/a&gt;      by      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=James+Blunt&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="More from this Artist on Amazon"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;      This is another sad song. &lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, belt it out.     &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;    &lt;p style="float: left; margin: 0; padding: 0 10px 10px 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Kelly+Clarkson+Since+You%27ve+Been+Gone&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;        &lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/514d3ypKxKL._SS250_.jpg" width="125" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Kelly+Clarkson+Since+You%27ve+Been+Gone&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="Grab this Song from Amazon"&gt;Since You've Been Gone&lt;/a&gt;      by      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Kelly+Clarkson&amp;amp;index=digital-music&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20" title="More from this Artist on Amazon"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0 0 0 110px; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;      Yell, dance, run around, to this song&lt;br /&gt;plus trying to hit the ridiculously high notes always makes me laugh    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:5792"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/5792"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=5792" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-3307769867607646208?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/3307769867607646208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-not-me-it-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Rhodey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/map?sensor=false&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAz4I5iDWfLKXRJqwY_lxrMRSDGNZDWabFcZHPH02nr_QeuITw5hT0k3Ux-ovu3Vn8nZoGpAsaKOTz7Q&amp;amp;zoom=11&amp;amp;center=41.5800945,-71.4774291&amp;amp;maptype=map&amp;amp;size=400x300" width="400" height="300" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  It&amp;#39;s the smallest state, &lt;br/&gt;but you know what they say, great things come in small packages. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:5590"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/5590"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=5590" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-717131773468813607</id><published>2009-03-10T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:14:14.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday?</title><content type='html'>I like not having to know what day it is. Anyway I'm bored so...yeah...&lt;div&gt;1. My ex...is MIA I suppose? I haven't talked to him in ages and I really have no clue what he is up to. I would like to though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Maybe next time I should...voice my thoughts more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.I love...cookies, chips, and diet coke. ha. reading non-serious books, being a bum, the color yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.People would say that I'm...crazy, weird, corny, and cheerful. oh and loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I don't understand...the way guys' brains work. It really is beyond me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.When I wake up in the morning...ha good one. really, me, wake up in the AM? Sometimes I have to though, and when I do the first thing I do is hit snooze a couple times and wait for the 4 other alarms of mine to go off, and then sleep through them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I have lost...my school id too many times to count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.Life is full of...laughs, injustices, dilemmas, and conundrums. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. My past is...uh, in the past? I don't know. It's fine I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I get annoyed with...gross coughing, loud chewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Parties are...fun, duh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I wish...to always be happy and find more people who make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Dogs...are my favorite, and also very smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Cats...are unfriendly, to me anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I have low tolerance for...stupid video games, like the kind that involve guns and shooting stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. If I had a million dollars...I would buy so many designer shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I'm totally terrified...of being boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.My spouse...is going to have to be as crazy as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Life...is what you make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-717131773468813607?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/717131773468813607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/717131773468813607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/717131773468813607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Tuesday?'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-4596889775007032535</id><published>2009-02-18T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:20:57.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>I have a pile of work to do, so of course I am procrastinating. I've been tagged about a million times on facebook to do the whole "25 random facts about yourself" thing so...what better time than when I am avoiding studying for a quiz, a test, writing a seminar paper, and doing some reading for my spanish class!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My middle name has no signficance other than it sounds nice in combination with my first and last names. I agree with my parents on this, and am very fond of my full name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I really like the numbers 3 and 7, because when multiplied they produce 21. Multiples of 7 are also some of my other faves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I talk to my dog, and I really believe he understands me. (he and I, well like that Belle &amp;amp; Sebeastian song, we are the sleepyheads)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My hair once reached down all the way to my waist. I cut it to my chin a few years ago, which I regret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. If I could travel back in time, I would go to the 1960s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I think Netflix is truly one of the greatest creations ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. One of my toe nails just fell off for no apparent reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I update this blog even though I am certain that no one reads it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. For classes that I am not interested in, I usually spend more time making it look like I did work rather than actually doing the work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I think it's the funniest thing when someone puts headphones on and then turns on their ipod or w/e and the volume is all the way up so it scares the bajeezus out of them (this happens to me often)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. If I won the lottery, I would splurge on designer shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Ok I'm bored and tired of this so I'm ending here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-4596889775007032535?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/4596889775007032535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/02/hump-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/4596889775007032535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/4596889775007032535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/02/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-3912310542881431794</id><published>2009-02-16T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:14:30.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday-Saturday-Sunday-Monday</title><content type='html'>what a weekend...&lt;div&gt;Friday night: I had a boy in my bed until about 6:am, that would be cool except that boy has a girlfriend who is not me...uh...yeah....happy valentine's day. I suck. I know. terribleterribleterrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: me crying on my floor (...see Friday night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: 80s party, I love any excuse to dress even more ridic than I already do, plus tacky make up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH and today, we went and looked at houses to live in senior year, um SO EXCITED. I'm going to be living with really fun people. Parties galore! and a sick basement with cool graffiti on the walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-3912310542881431794?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/3912310542881431794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-saturday-sunday-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/3912310542881431794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/3912310542881431794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-saturday-sunday-monday.html' title='Friday-Saturday-Sunday-Monday'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-8988060385923206352</id><published>2009-01-27T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:33:18.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday//a.k.a 2sday</title><content type='html'>Mother, what are you always right? I ate too much candy, and in fact did get a stomach ache, just like you always warned me about. &lt;div&gt;In other news, we have a few small snow showers in the forecast here, so that means maybe possibly a snow day tomorrow, ya dig??? (I do!)--even though I only have one class tomorrow, but still it's at 9:30, and I'll take any opportunity to sleep in that I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so, hypothetical situation, you go to the movies with a group of friends and you walk in and the first few of you sit down in seats that are in the top row, and the last few of you who walk in decide that they don't want to sit up there, so they sit a couple rows down. So who moves? I mean, I suppose you could meet in the middle, but there are stubborn people we're talking about. Eventually some of the people from the top row move down, leaving 2 s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till up there, and I suppose we, I mean they, could have joined them, but why should we, I mean they, have to move? ANYWHO after the movie, most of the people from the lower group rush out and like freakin run down to the bus stop. The rest of us walk down, only to recieve a phonecall from one of the others saying "uh, if you guys would have hurried up, you could have been on the bus with us right now" OH GEE THANKS for telling us there was a bus coming right then, did it ever occur to you that maybe had we known when the bus was coming we would have picked up the pace?? That was so polite and courteous and considerate of you to let us know, thank you. Man that's just INDECENT. It's ok, we froze our ass off for another 20 minutes until the next bus came. Whatever, karma's a bitch, so I'd watch out for it if I were them. You know, hypothetically speaking of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SX_tYxNY7-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IbRRo_gneN4/s320/chl_000014_03.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296212696593133538" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also these babies are on ebay, in my size, now if &lt;/div&gt;only I had an extra $329 laying around. &lt;div&gt;One day I shall have an extensive collection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of designer shoes, and they are going to be ridiculous, but in the best way, and totally inappropriate for everyday wear, and I will of course be wearing them every day. One day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-8988060385923206352?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/8988060385923206352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesdayaka-2sday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/8988060385923206352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/8988060385923206352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesdayaka-2sday.html' title='Tuesday//a.k.a 2sday'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SX_tYxNY7-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IbRRo_gneN4/s72-c/chl_000014_03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030594414466247063.post-6368120966961529523</id><published>2009-01-20T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:13:40.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>There's about 7-8 inches of snow on the ground here and I AM LIKING THAT. Campus feels very odd though, after being gone for nearly a month and a half (that's a damn long break!) and coming back to see everything covered in white. When there's a lot of snow, at night it's so much less dark outside. &lt;div&gt;In other news it appears a pipe in our cieling exploded over the break because I came back to find the jack-o-lantern on my windowsill full of water. There's also lots of gross drippings down my window and curtains and the ceiling looks funky too. And did I mention there's a HOLE in the CEILING in the hallway outside my room. Also there is something resembling mold (that's right I said MOLD, EW) appearing on our ceiling conveniently directly above my bed. Last night I kept having dreams of the ceiling falling down on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LET ME JUST SAY that if I am awakened by the ceiling falling on me, I will not be a happy camper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I was on my long journey back to school and I had a 2 hour layover in Atlanta. I went to the terminal where my next flight would be leaving from, this was called Terminal D and let me tell you it was crowded and crazy and only had lame places to eat, like Burger King. (King of Burgers? I think not. Might I recommend 5 Guys, now there's a burger, but I digress). So I'm like fuck that I'm gonna go explore this airport. So then I decided to go to the next closest terminal, because lets face it, I'm lazy and I'm not about to venture to the other side of the airport and then have to come back. So the next one over is called Terminal E and let me tell you, I THOUGHT I HAD DIED AND GONE TO AIRPORT HEAVEN. Yeah, it was that nice. It was big, there were exhibits about puppets from around the world and Martin Luther King Jr. (how fitting since yesterday was MLK day, got MLK?) and marble floors, and no annoying crowds. Ladies and Gentlemen, I had found myself in the International, and I am quite lucky I stumbled upon this gem, because it just keeps getting better. So after I examine these exhibits, I continue walking and find the food court to top all food courts, THERE WAS A GRAND PIANO WHICH WAS LITERALLY PLAYING ITSELF. There were some of the classier fast food places like Arby's. I indulged in a giant burrito from QDoba. As I sat there spilling beans and chicken all over my lap I observed some more of my surroundings. In the middle of the food court, right next to the self-playing piano was a very classy looking bar. And then there was this restaruant with self-proclaimed fine dining and sushi bar. As I walked by it later, I discoved a very fancy looking place with walls that had pictures of trees, like a forest. But, as they say, all good things must come to an end and I had to go back to terminal D in order to catch my flight. I truly appreciated that glimpse of airport heaven though. The moral of the story, whenever you are stuck in an airport, go check out the International Terminal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this post is getting ridiculously long considering how little the amount of actual substantial information (which is close to zero) so I will leave with this fun fact:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Leopold II (of Belgium) had a 16 year old mistress, when he was 65. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He must have been buying her some damn nice dresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030594414466247063-6368120966961529523?l=scythianempires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/feeds/6368120966961529523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/6368120966961529523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030594414466247063/posts/default/6368120966961529523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scythianempires.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349578226436478347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NwAp-57Icjw/SXZHi3F2niI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JgsjrG6QXhk/S220/Photo+433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
