<?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-1133640</id><updated>2012-01-05T09:36:53.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwoop! Bwoop!</title><subtitle type='html'>IT'S A SECRET TO EVERYBODY.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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>1188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-114446939792861831</id><published>2006-04-08T00:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:09:57.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O blog, I think this is the end for you.From now on, people who actually read this should just check out my livejournal. I've been crossposting for so long now, and I don't wanna crosspost no more. And that site loads faster and gives me less trouble.So go here now.I might occasionally add to this page, but no promises.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/114446939792861831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/114446939792861831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114446939792861831' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-114446935050081774</id><published>2006-04-08T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:09:10.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O blog, I think this is the end for you.From now on, people who actually read this should just check out my livejournal. I've been crossposting for so long now, and I don't wanna crosspost no more. And that site loads faster and gives me less trouble.So go here now.I might occasionally add to this page, but no promises.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/114446935050081774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/114446935050081774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114446935050081774' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-114075144127885042</id><published>2006-02-23T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:28:44.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Semi-biweekly entry time!First, Nathan tagged me for this sometime ago, so I’ll get that out of the way.&lt;!-- 5 Guilts Author: Torpid A.I.  Instructions: Simply Cut the code from the window below and paste into your livejournal.   --&gt; Guilt What is yours?  Explain yourself  Culinary: Dipping chicken mcnuggets into hot fudge sundaes with nuts It's probably no surprise to anybody that I like almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/114075144127885042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/114075144127885042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114075144127885042' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-113893485935329528</id><published>2006-02-02T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:47:39.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff and things.1. I’m not on any Arrested Development communities, and maybe you aren’t either, so I will share. My uncle told me about Fox getting a jeer of the Cheers &amp; Jeers variety from TV Guide. And so I copy from the weird, new magazine-sized TV Guide:Jeers to Fox for dumping the final four episodes of Arrested Development on a Friday night—opposite the Winter Olympics opening ceremonies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113893485935329528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113893485935329528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113893485935329528' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-113730128063389289</id><published>2006-01-14T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:01:20.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's this show on the Trinity Broadcasting Newtowrk with Kirk Cameron and some British guy in it. Has anyone seen this? Each episode is about some Biblical topic that they introduce. Then they do this Jay Leno-ish thing where they talk to people out on the street and ask them questions in an attempt to make them look foolish and/or contradictory. Leno really only attempts to make people look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113730128063389289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113730128063389289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113730128063389289' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-113661606732681357</id><published>2006-01-07T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:41:07.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wuh. This Rufus Wainwright album (Want Two) has got me feeling all strange and depressed. It’s a very good album. Maybe my favorite? But I should probably relisten to the others before making such a claim.Okay, maybe it isn’t the album that’s got me feeling strange and depressed, unless the album was a trigger or something. But something made me think of something I heard someone at school say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113661606732681357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113661606732681357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113661606732681357' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-113583690823232410</id><published>2005-12-29T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:15:08.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woo. I am so bored that I'm actually posting something. Wee-oo.No one remembers my last post, but I feel the need to follow up on a part of it. I mentioned a little something about going to a holiday dinner at the house of one of the people I do work study for. It turned out to be really nice and cozy. I was nervous about going, but I had a good time, and the food was really good. I'm very glad I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113583690823232410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113583690823232410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113583690823232410' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-113427587027704041</id><published>2005-12-10T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:37:50.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week is going to crush me under its weight.But before I get into that, I want to mention that I had a good time at that thingy I talked about in my last post. The food was really great, the house was so nice and cozy with a fire place and everything, and I chatted a little with some nice people. Good job, me.So anyway, I will give $20 (US) to anyone who wants to come here and keep me on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113427587027704041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113427587027704041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113427587027704041' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-113358043226137906</id><published>2005-12-02T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:27:12.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, you know today started out pleasant and optimistic for me, before I began to lose faith in the world. No, it’s not over anything important. It’s just that I can’t believe that I met not one, not two, but three people who did not know what a pegasus was. Is that strange? Am I being a snobby jerkface, like I have a habit of unintentionally doing or what? You can tell me if I’m in the wrong for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113358043226137906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113358043226137906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113358043226137906' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-113253482900086708</id><published>2005-11-20T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:00:29.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I rarely post these days. Anyone notice that? No? Aww. I mean to. Just as I always have, I think of things to say on here, but then I never get to it. I waste my time in other ways. I'm also thinking of abandoning my blog and posting only to my livejournal from now on. I'm not sure if I should go ahead with that, like so many others have. On the one hand, I feel a sense of loyalty to my blog; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113253482900086708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113253482900086708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113253482900086708' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-113076393870970528</id><published>2005-10-31T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:05:38.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween!Now go here, and see Dewey's super scary Halloween costume!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113076393870970528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/113076393870970528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113076393870970528' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112945378252001381</id><published>2005-10-16T04:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T05:09:44.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My waiter at Ruby Tuesday's tonight reminded me of Mo Rocca.Since we had to wait before being seated we went to that gourmet store and bought pumpkin butter and pumpkin soup mix. The pumpkin butter is good but a little runny; I hope refrigerating it will thicken it up some. I'm very excited about the pumpkin soup. It's something I've wanted to try ever since I'd heard of it years ago.Right, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112945378252001381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112945378252001381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112945378252001381' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112899647170081303</id><published>2005-10-10T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:07:51.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In lieu of writing an entry with actual content, I'm just going to do that "google '(your name) needs' thing." I shall bold the ones I like.1. beth needs a path.2. Beth needs to get a life of her own and she needs tostop trying to have Sheridans life3. Beth needs your vote at Foxsports.com!4. Beth needs a first-floor bedroom because her stroke has caused ongoing vision and balance problems5. Beth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112899647170081303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112899647170081303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112899647170081303' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112832808989613668</id><published>2005-10-03T04:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T04:28:09.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm updating (more like "reformatting") my resume, so that it can be critiqued as part of my finance class. It's a bummer, because it reminds me of how little work experience I've had for someone my age. I've been a student worker for the past year, but I feel like they (as in hiring people) might not want to count that as "real" experience.For quite some time now, my monitor has been in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112832808989613668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112832808989613668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112832808989613668' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112761379414343558</id><published>2005-09-24T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:03:14.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry just came in here and said, "some of these are dirty. Marji printed them out at work," and I immediately saw that they were emails that I-don't-know-who sent her. And I pushed them back and said, "I don't wanna. I bet that's workplace humor, and they're tacked up to the corkboard, so everyone can see and go 'hahaha' in the middle of the workday." And he took them back and left. Mind you, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112761379414343558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112761379414343558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112761379414343558' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112649626981437645</id><published>2005-09-11T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:37:49.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello. I am sick. I have a run-of-the-mill cold, and it started Thursday night, but I thinks it's starting to recede. Thank you 19 hours of sleep; I bet you were helpful!I love my Nintendog as if he were a real doggie. He has helped me win some money, which I used to refurnish my house, and I will later use more to get him a new doggie friend. Most likely a huskey.I just coughed so much that my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112649626981437645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112649626981437645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112649626981437645' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112647915044361762</id><published>2005-09-11T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:52:30.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, Kids in the Hall people! Please answer my question!So I'm looking at Amazon, and it says that the release date for season three is October 25th. But then I look at the page for the set of seasons one, two, and three all together, and for that, it says the release date was August 22. So is that to say that I can get season three a month early, if I buy the three-pack or is it some kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112647915044361762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112647915044361762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112647915044361762' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112569544161019462</id><published>2005-09-02T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:10:41.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's sarah's birthday! Happy birthday sarah!  :DLet's all share our Pop Secret with her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112569544161019462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112569544161019462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112569544161019462' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112529699717731099</id><published>2005-08-29T02:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T02:35:31.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sarah did this, and it looked pretty cool.Go to your music player of choice and put it all on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.What do you think of me, Winamp?Spoon - "Metal Detektor"...thanks, WinampWill I have a happy life?Franz Ferdinand - "Darts of Pleasure"I believe it.What do my friends really think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112529699717731099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112529699717731099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112529699717731099' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112528544796936438</id><published>2005-08-28T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:20:42.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend, I went to MonsterMania 4. I should really write up how I felt about it, much like I should write up how I felt about MMCon3. In short, I had a good time. I watched only one movie this time, as opposed to when I'd watch a handful at the con, but there was much less of a need, since they showed seven of the Halloween movies. At least show Halloween 3 for the sake of completeness, ya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112528544796936438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112528544796936438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112528544796936438' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112460450817590987</id><published>2005-08-21T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T02:08:28.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Tori Amos play tonight. It was a better than average setlist. It was cooltown to hear Mr. Zebra and Leather, and she played Tiny Dancer (for me, I guess) and Somewhere Over the Rainbow. I rather liked the opener, but their CD was too much money.It looks like I'll be spending between $800 and $850 on textbooks this semester. {sigh} But I'm hoping I can reuse at least two for future semesters</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112460450817590987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112460450817590987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112460450817590987' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112329257699465731</id><published>2005-08-05T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:42:57.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Maybe... I'll put it in her brownie"Hahahahahaha... "Afternoon Delight," that's too much. I love Arrested Development too much.Oi, so today, there were really bad thunderstorms. No rain here *of course* but I went with my mom and uncle to the bank and other places. As they were processing my uncle's stuff at the bank, the power went out, so we had to wait for everything to come back on, so they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112329257699465731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112329257699465731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112329257699465731' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112271576984271172</id><published>2005-07-30T05:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T05:29:30.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now, I could have made this bigger, and therefore easier to see, but I didn't want the file to be too large. Forgiveness.This should explain my title and everything!See? SEE?!(Sometimes the Rowan site goes down, so don't hassle me, if it doesn't show up.)I finally have a picture, and it was one I took myself!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112271576984271172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112271576984271172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112271576984271172' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112271170293214969</id><published>2005-07-30T04:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T04:21:42.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face."Oh look what I saw on the geek culture community! Everyone who still has NES games or loves their NES should look into getting this. It's cheap—much cheaper and easier than looking for a still-working NES or a top loader—and it's even licensed by Nintendo. It's much smaller and easy to hook up. I'm going to buy myself one tonight.Oh, so many things on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112271170293214969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112271170293214969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112271170293214969' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112234449402901295</id><published>2005-07-25T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:21:34.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last night, Nathan, Dorothea, and I saw The Devil's Rejects. I shan't write a review, but I'll say it was incredibly different from House of 1000 Corpses. A lot of people hated House of 1000 Corpses—I didn't, I liked it a whole lot—so I guess everybody should see this one. I really liked the reversal of good guys vs. bad guys, particularly in horror films, and I really liked that this was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112234449402901295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112234449402901295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112234449402901295' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112218202673835311</id><published>2005-07-24T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:13:46.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woosh! Today, Nathan, Dorothea, and I went to Penn's Landing for the free TMBG show. I liked the first opener, Time For Three. They were interesting and different, but I truly hated the next act, Adrian Belew. People might stab me in the face for this, but if you've heard one jam band, you've heard them all, I feel. So yeah, they sucked eggs, and then TMBG rocked all the eggs. It was the standard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112218202673835311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112218202673835311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112218202673835311' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112170443108720367</id><published>2005-07-18T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:33:51.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awww, man. I put a colored mousse on my hair. Truth be told, it was not recommended for my hair color, but I used it anyway. My hair turned out bright red, sort of orange. Think this, but shiny. Harry thinks it looks more like Wilma Flintstone, but I think it's closer to Pebbles's color. I think it rocks the house, but every single person seems to hate it. I came in to work today, and all I got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112170443108720367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112170443108720367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112170443108720367' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112141087491202368</id><published>2005-07-15T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T03:01:14.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did a fun picture meme on my livejournal. Go see!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112141087491202368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112141087491202368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112141087491202368' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112088259952936675</id><published>2005-07-09T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:16:39.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reow. I remembered what I wanted to say in my last entry. It's not important or anything, but you know...Exactly one week ago, I saw War of the Worlds with Dorothea and Eileen. It was absolutely no idea of my own, but I went along, just for the sake of visiting. I will admit that I was entertained. It's a summer popcorn movie or whatever you call it. Dakota Fanning was a terrible little bitch, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112088259952936675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112088259952936675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112088259952936675' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-112080736844646931</id><published>2005-07-08T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T03:22:48.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone! I need help with something. (No one will help me.) I am looking to purchase a digital camera, and I know zero about digital cameras, or cameras in general, for that matter. So if anyone out there loved me, they'd recommend a camera—or at the very least a brand of camera—that's reliable and easy enough for a blockhead such as myself to use fairly well. I am looking to pay $200 +/- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112080736844646931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/112080736844646931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112080736844646931' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111959497662091994</id><published>2005-06-24T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T02:36:16.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some reason, a memory popped into my head of these commercials for this little babydoll called Tattoodles. Does anyone remember this? She's the baby that you can put tattoos on, or you can stick them to yourself. In the commercial, they even had tattoos *on her face.* Weird. I wanted to find an article or picture, and I found this, which is even better, becuase it talks about a couple of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111959497662091994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111959497662091994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111959497662091994' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111957204891073400</id><published>2005-06-23T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T20:14:08.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*I* heard that Oprah got snubbed, because she attempted to go shopping in a store that had closed fifteen minutes prior to her arrival. I really hate her.I'm still loading up my mp3 player. Connecting it to the computer wears down the battery very quickly. I'm lucky if I can get fifteen CDs on there, before I have to stop and recharge.I still don't know what's going to happen with my financial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111957204891073400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111957204891073400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111957204891073400' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111898080355911724</id><published>2005-06-16T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:00:03.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, I was just watching the Daily Show and Ed Helms was in Cape May reporting about the lift of the ban on speedos. I had actually heard about that a week or so ago from the local news. Anyway, it was just exciting to see him in South Jersey. He also mentioned Atlantic City and Wildwood. Yay, South Jersey!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111898080355911724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111898080355911724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111898080355911724' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111896826722152910</id><published>2005-06-16T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:31:07.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe I should mention that I got my replacement mp3 player six days after the first one broke. So far so good, but I remain nervous. I'm still loading it up. It takes forever, because the battery runs down super fast, when connected to the computer. The one time I tried plugging it in while connected to the computer, it froze, so I'm not going to try again out of fear.I still haven't written my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111896826722152910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111896826722152910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111896826722152910' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111786711510501738</id><published>2005-06-04T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T02:38:35.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. I am extremely thankful that I got to do work study until the end of May. And they were so nice and prompt at getting back to me that I got more funds that I can earn until the end of June. After that, I could possibly work there through to the end of summer, and I'll definitely be working there once school starts in fall. I'm really appreciative that they want and value my help. It even makes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111786711510501738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111786711510501738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111786711510501738' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111655879960270100</id><published>2005-05-19T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:13:19.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Normally I do these things reverse chronologically, but this time the most important thing goes first.The other night, I spent a whole lot of time clicking from this to that on the IMDb, and one of the movies I came across was Requiem For a Dream. I read a bunch of the reviews and messageboard topics, and it left me wanting to see it so much that I got Nathan to sign up for Netflix right away. We</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111655879960270100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111655879960270100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111655879960270100' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111577706050799150</id><published>2005-05-10T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:04:20.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember last week, when I wasn't sure if I should take that marketing test? I ended up taking it and I got a better grade on that than I did on the other two tests for that class.Finals week was pretty exhausting. I went to the doctor on Tuesday, and she told me to have blood drawn, so I thought I should do that on Thursday morning, rather than have it hanging over my head for the rest of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111577706050799150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111577706050799150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111577706050799150' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111500805065006352</id><published>2005-05-02T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:27:30.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meh. Alphabet thing.A - Age you got your first kiss: 20B - Band listening to right now: Well, he isn't a band, but I'm listening to Ben Folds.C - Chore you hate: I don't know. I hate most chores. I like putting away and organizing best, but I hate doing it, because I have too much stuff and not enough room.D - Dad's name: PatrickE - Easiset person to talk to: Nathan.F - Favorite bands at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111500805065006352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111500805065006352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111500805065006352' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111494425755047772</id><published>2005-05-01T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T06:44:17.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's time for my once-a fortnight-or-thereabouts-jumbled-list-of-things update post.Dorm life sure must be crazy.The coming week is finals week, and I'm feeling rather nervous about it. Usually, I don't fret much about finals, but I really need to do well in some of them. The first final will be on Monday, and it's in marketing. Since my professor left for a month to have a baby, she's making the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111494425755047772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111494425755047772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111494425755047772' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111493445697966568</id><published>2005-05-01T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T04:00:56.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heh, dig dictionary.com's word of the day:Word of the Day for Sunday May 1, 2005palindrome \PAL-in-drohm\, noun:A  word,  phrase,  sentence,  or  verse  that  reads  the samebackward or forward.A few examples:* Madam, I'm Adam. (Adam's first words to Eve?)* A  man,  a  plan,  a  canal -- Panama! (The history of thePanama Canal in brief.)* Able was I ere I saw Elba. (Napoleon's lament.)* Mom, Dad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111493445697966568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111493445697966568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111493445697966568' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111413575117421104</id><published>2005-04-21T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:09:11.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While I was in the student lounge-place, I overheard these marketing students talking, and it was really depressing. They're all probably about three years younger than me, and they've gotten so much more done than I have, in terms of jobs and experience. I envy people who are able to hold down a job and go to school at the same time. I don't have that kind of focus. And even if I did, I spend a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111413575117421104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111413575117421104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111413575117421104' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111345009768216824</id><published>2005-04-13T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:41:37.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Nathan and I went to the big Tori Amos concert at the Kimmel Center Monday night. Our seats were very good (8th row), and the venue is amazing. It was well worth it. The opener, Matt Nathanson did not wow me at all. I can't remember any of his songs. This was my fourth Tori concert, but it was my first where she played solo. I was really, really impressed. Personally, I don't think she even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111345009768216824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111345009768216824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111345009768216824' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111312134523563540</id><published>2005-04-10T04:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T04:22:25.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since I should be writing a paper, I'm writing an entry on here. I'm such a bad student sometimes. I've spent so many hours just sitting here and messing around, playing solitaire and doing stupid things, because I hate to write papers so much. Ummm... what can I say? My mom's taxes were finally accepted. Turns out that the Fed ID number on the W-2G was wrong (how the hell can they send you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111312134523563540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111312134523563540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111312134523563540' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111296227822797273</id><published>2005-04-08T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T08:11:18.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- On Thursday I had two tests. I hope I did well. On the first OM test, I thought I did well, but I wound up with a B. For the Statistics test, I think I forgot something about the Wilcoxon rank sum. We shall see what develops.- My mom's taxes keep getting rejected, and I keep being told that one of the Fed ID numbers doesn't match the name (and they won't tell me which one), yet I am copying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111296227822797273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111296227822797273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111296227822797273' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111252646331919244</id><published>2005-04-03T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T07:14:26.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I’ll take a break from my work and update, I guess. It seems that I must always write something, when we spring forward. A list seems good.- I hate springing forward. {growl}- So I was sick all through spring break and mostly better by the time I got back to school. Then, of course, I got sick again this week. It isn’t the same in that I was coughing myself sore over spring break, and now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111252646331919244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111252646331919244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111252646331919244' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111105563733136119</id><published>2005-03-17T05:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T05:33:57.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick. I'd been fighting a cold for a couple weeks and last Friday's trip to the museum got me exhausted enough to finally become sick. I did like the Dali exhibit, but I learned two things that came in handy too late. First, if you're buying tickets for a special event at a museum, buy them for the earliest time of day, so that it's less crowded. Second, if you're going to a special exhibit, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111105563733136119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111105563733136119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111105563733136119' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111050297630752191</id><published>2005-03-10T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T01:37:01.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Michael Jackson, how could you come to court in your pajamas?I hope I did well on yesterday's accounting test and today's legal environments test. Both were kind of tough.Now I am on spring break. Woo blowout.Here's a list of things that will probably occur during my spring vacay:- I will do my taxes- I will begin to read this book, so that I can begin to write a content analysis- I will do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111050297630752191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111050297630752191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111050297630752191' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111033213655948332</id><published>2005-03-08T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:35:36.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really hate things like this, well, some comments are better than others. I really can't believe that we have people saying that they worry that in the future white men won't be able to have any jobs. Poor white people.  :pIt was extremely cold and nasty out today, but they didn't cancel classes. Two other times, this semester, they did cancel classes, but I found it unnecessary then. I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111033213655948332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111033213655948332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111033213655948332' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-111008065035161011</id><published>2005-03-05T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T04:57:14.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Questions:1. I am using the student version of SPSS 10.0, and it won't let me do a Shapiro-Wilk test for an n greater than 50. Can the new version handle a larger n or not? Anybody know? My lab is due on Tuesday, and I was hoping to get it done by, well, last night, and I couldn't do all of my normality checks, so I had to stop. If the newer versions can do the S-W test, then I'll have to come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111008065035161011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/111008065035161011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111008065035161011' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110897427200063866</id><published>2005-02-21T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T03:24:32.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I'm not dead. Yet.First some announcements.Feb. 2 - Wonderfalls was released on DVD. I bought it, but I've only gone through two episodes. I'm dragging my heels, because I know that once I've seen them all, then that's it. It was one of the best shows in the last several years, so I beg you to buy it, rent it, put it in your Netflix queue, or come to my house and watch mine with me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110897427200063866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110897427200063866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110897427200063866' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110637892325953009</id><published>2005-01-22T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T02:28:43.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's some crazy Harry Potter personality dealy I snaked from LPS.That's a really weird breakdown, and an especially weird tie for most like me. You scored as Ginny Weasley. You definitely share your mother's (Molly Weasley) fiery resolve and slowly but surely people are learning to respect you because of it.    Severus Snape85%Ginny Weasley85%Remus Lupin75%Ron Weasley70%Draco Malfoy70%</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110637892325953009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110637892325953009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110637892325953009' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110567668879165339</id><published>2005-01-13T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:24:48.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My hair has been chopped off. It is now maybe three or four inches below my shoulder! And as I have a head full o' curlers, it will soon spring up and appear even shorter! Who can believe it?! G'bye long hair. It used to just barley make it to my pants, and now it doesn't even reach my brastrap. Mwahahaha. I've only barely started The Minish Cap, but I already have a great deal of affection for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110567668879165339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110567668879165339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110567668879165339' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110560117485557251</id><published>2005-01-13T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T02:26:14.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bluh. I haven't blogged in long enough. Here's a stupid rundown of my recent affairs.New Years Eve was boring as per usual. Nathan and I stayed home and played Four Swords in the multi-player way. Earlier that day, something happened to Dewey that caused him to be in great pain, and he cried and so Nathan, my uncle, and I took him to the animal hospital in Philadelphia. He improved on the way, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110560117485557251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110560117485557251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110560117485557251' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110405561876106041</id><published>2004-12-26T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T05:06:58.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not a very good Christmas for me. I like Christmas, and I always get really excited about it, but every since Wednesday, I've been feeling bad. On Christmas Eve, I got very little sleep and I went to the store for some last minute things with my uncle, then I came home and took a nap, and got up to talk to the few people who came over. Today, I slept all day long, only getting up to unwrap my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110405561876106041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110405561876106041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405561876106041' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110387495996251493</id><published>2004-12-24T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T02:58:20.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check this, I'm going to be like Nathan and LPS and fill out this end-of-year survey.1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?Taken a business class and loved it.2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?I don't even make resolutions.3. Did anyone close to you give birth?Yes! After a baby-drought in my family, this year Marji had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110387495996251493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110387495996251493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387495996251493' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110369724908116807</id><published>2004-12-22T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:34:09.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have other things that I want to mention, but it would somehow seem jerky to me to tack the previous entry onto a long list of less important stuff, so I start over with a fresh one.My first semester back at school is now over. I think I got all A's, but I want to see for sure, and the grades aren't posted yet. Five semesters to go. I'm thinking way too far ahead here, but I'm already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110369724908116807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110369724908116807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110369724908116807' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110369618298500495</id><published>2004-12-22T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:16:22.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week my great uncle Bud died. He was the older brother of my grandfather who died twenty years ago, and he was also Craig's grandfather and my neighbor. He was 88. The funeral was Saturday morning. It was sad and weird as funerals always are. I find it especially sad that he died a week before Christmas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110369618298500495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110369618298500495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110369618298500495' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110308667602971952</id><published>2004-12-14T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:57:56.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am totally out of knitting projects. The next project in my book involves learning to knit in the round, and while I have no fear, I also haven't the right size needles nor some yarn I like enough to want to make a backpack out of. I was looking at this page again, and I'd really like to make one of those Hogwarts scarves. I like that the maker of the pattern really tried hard to pay attention </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110308667602971952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110308667602971952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110308667602971952' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110308406039626346</id><published>2004-12-14T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:14:20.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only one more class to go. That's the accounting exam on Friday. We're allowed to bring a 4x6 index card full of notes, but I don't even have an index card that size, so I might just go without. Yesterday I handed in my paper for that business ethics class (which isn't even called "business ethics," but that's what it is), returned the book I used to the library, picked up a workstudy check ("I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110308406039626346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110308406039626346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110308406039626346' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110274279388993659</id><published>2004-12-11T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T00:36:15.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoahey. Tonight I went shopping with my mom and uncle, and then I met Dorothea and Alyssa for snacks (snax?), which is something that always puts me in a good mood. I still haven't started my paper. That is uninteresting.I will give you a holiday present! The following is a picture I made for Nathan, when he was making mix CDs. He didn't know what to put on the cover, so I whipped this up. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110274279388993659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110274279388993659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110274279388993659' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110265050614920699</id><published>2004-12-09T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:48:26.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh ho. I'm glad it's the weekend and nearly the end of the semester. For Monday I have to write a crummy paper, and I do *not* feel like doing that. I am a bad person for not having started earlier. That class is otherwise finished; the exam was yesterday. My statistics class is finished for me and two other people, because we got A's and are exempt from the final. Woo. This weekend I also have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110265050614920699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110265050614920699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110265050614920699' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110229935806642002</id><published>2004-12-05T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:15:58.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I should update. I never mentioned Thanksgiving. It was pretty nice. Surprisingly, as many people showed up as possible. All my aunts, uncles, and cousins, that is. Well, aside from the ones who are neighbors. About 33 people in all, but not everyone ate. Some people ate at home beforehand, and two others were tiny babies. The rest of the evening was uneventful, as far as I can remember.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110229935806642002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110229935806642002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110229935806642002' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110126323493221636</id><published>2004-11-23T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:27:14.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so very bored. I'm just going to write a load of crap to kill time. Feel free to disregard.Nathan picked up my Nintendo DS for me last Sunday, and so I got it late that night. It's very nice and beautiful and wonderful, but it isn't perfect. I have two major problems with it. First, and I knew this problem ahead of time, it has no jacks for connecting with other GameBoy Advances or with the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110126323493221636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110126323493221636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110126323493221636' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110101389003908190</id><published>2004-11-21T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:14:28.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have little to say.Last night, I watched Boy, Police Brutality Is Scary the remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It still sucks. The whole baby subplot still feels totally tacked on, the kids are still completely unlikable, and the family is still too damn big. I really, really hope that I get the DVD of the original for Christmas, so I can hear Gunnar Hansen's commentary. It all makes me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110101389003908190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110101389003908190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110101389003908190' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110075431188027890</id><published>2004-11-18T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:05:11.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET NATHAN!!!!1I hope it is pleasant, even though you'll be at work all day, and the rest of your gift is in the mail, and I bet it arrives at my house two seconds after you've left, and then you have to wait til next week to get it.Everyone should celebrate by telling me how I can't agree with myself and by insisting that only my school district took the Iowa Test (which is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110075431188027890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110075431188027890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110075431188027890' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110074983670337465</id><published>2004-11-17T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:50:36.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Kmart and Sears have merged. The people in the office where I do work study kept making jokey jokes like, “now instead of two bad stores, there’s just one.” Well, I hate when people hate Kmart. I like Kmart a lot actually, and I’m very verbal about it. I admit I don’t buy much from there, but that’s largely because I don’t buy very many things at all, and the things I do buy are games and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110074983670337465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110074983670337465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110074983670337465' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110055119050776065</id><published>2004-11-15T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T15:39:50.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snap! Today is a really empty and somewhat irritating day at school, which is where I am now. I did my work study thing where they never ask me to do any work, and now that’s over. I knew I wasn’t going to have my  business perspectives class, because we’re supposed to use that time to do research on our paper (and no one does, I don’t think);  And then it turns out that my accounting class has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110055119050776065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110055119050776065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110055119050776065' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110043089716664809</id><published>2004-11-14T06:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T06:14:57.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was a long weekend for me, as I didn't have to go to school on Veteran's Day. I'm glad I got an extra day for sleep. Before I leave for school Monday, I'm going to have to do a take-home test in economics, and I haven't even started it yet. That has to be my worst subject in the whole world. It's depressing and boring and ick. I prefer micro to macro, but it's still hellish. I should be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110043089716664809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110043089716664809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110043089716664809' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-110015136038156827</id><published>2004-11-11T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T00:37:51.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.livejournal.com/community/rowanuniversity/156388.htmlI can't believe I'm racist for thinking white people are dorks. Someone should stand up for all of the oppressed crackers out there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110015136038156827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/110015136038156827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110015136038156827' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109973040641845420</id><published>2004-11-06T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T03:40:06.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Also, you should take a look at the comments from a livejournal post I made. Actually the post itself is on this page, but the comments are unsetlling, I find.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109973040641845420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109973040641845420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109973040641845420' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109972914471517753</id><published>2004-11-06T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T03:19:04.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Earlier, I was thinking about how it smells that I don't have many TMBG mp3s on my computer. Well, I have a lot of the free ones and that sort of thing, but I mean in terms of actual albums. And yet I have every Neko Case and Tori Amos album ripped to my computer. So out of nowhere I just set about the task of going through them all and ripping them. Working in order, I am now up to Mink Car, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109972914471517753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109972914471517753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109972914471517753' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109952512985762692</id><published>2004-11-03T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:38:49.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am reminded of the last time I saw TMBG. John Flansburgh said something like, "No one knows what's going to happen with the election, but I know one thing: it's gonna suck." Well, yeah, except that I did know what was going to happen and that it would suck. Meh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109952512985762692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109952512985762692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109952512985762692' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109936152729645842</id><published>2004-11-01T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:18:35.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now I'm having one of those, "wouldn't if be cool if I died horribly right this minute and then maybe some people would feel really bad?" moments. Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about.So I went to the show I was talking about in my last post. Doors were at 11, and I got in line (which surprised me by running the entire length of the block) at 11:10. They did not let us inside until</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109936152729645842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109936152729645842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109936152729645842' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109900510797997194</id><published>2004-10-28T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T19:11:47.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleh. Normally, the last week of October is really fun for me, but this hasn’t been a great week at all. During the first part of the week, I’d been preoccupied with a project I had to do. Last night, I went to a Halloween parade with my mom and her boyfriend. I should have stayed home and worked, but I wanted to be nice. Those things are really boring. It’s all fire trucks and the like. When I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109900510797997194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109900510797997194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109900510797997194' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109866117882376584</id><published>2004-10-24T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:43:47.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shhhew. I've been a bad egg in that I did no homework at all Friday and Saturday nights. I was too tired, and I went to sleep at about 2:30am both nights, and that's really unusual for me on weekends. On Friday, Nathan and I went to Great Adventure for Fright Fest. It was pretty cool. We rode some rides and felt frozen and stuff. On Saturday, we went to Clementon Park for Hallo-Screams and rode </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109866117882376584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109866117882376584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109866117882376584' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109805879251134924</id><published>2004-10-17T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T20:19:52.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things:- I am displeased with Friday night's rain, since it caused me to miss out on going to Clementon Park and on a hayride. Time is running out for me to do Halloweeny things, and Nathan is a workaholic, so that gives me even less time.- Last night, I dreamt that a couple people in my family and a couple of the speakers from the Monster Mania convention had lunch together at the Showboat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109805879251134924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109805879251134924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109805879251134924' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109781021703652807</id><published>2004-10-14T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:16:57.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phew. I've been meaning to write a catch-up post for the past two weeks; I do not count my last anger-filled ranting. But I was busy with schooly things. I've had a test in every one of my classes since then and some quizzes as well.I guess the biggest thing was that exactly two weeks ago, Nathan and I saw They Might Be Giants at the TLA in Philadelphia. It was a really fun show, and I liked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109781021703652807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109781021703652807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109781021703652807' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109729031596703154</id><published>2004-10-08T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:00:08.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gak. I was in the check-out line at the grocery store with my mom tonight, and the cashier was telling the next cashier over how she was going back to school, because she was accepted at a community college. The other girl asked her what she was going to go into, and she said communication. So then my mom had to point at me and tell her how I majored in communication."What did you study?""</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109729031596703154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109729031596703154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109729031596703154' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109641776701664107</id><published>2004-09-28T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T20:29:27.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stole this from Tavie.The Count's Obsessive-Compulsive DisorderIt started with a simple affection for counting andthe terror it induced in others, didn't it?But now it's turned into a full-blownlife-consuming chaotic nightmare of order,repetition, zealousness, and perfectionism.You used to be so grand, but now you findyourself obsessively worrying over the littlestthings--like, maybe if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109641776701664107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109641776701664107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109641776701664107' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109589075897551774</id><published>2004-09-22T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:05:58.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just looking at movie listings for the 15 closest theatres to me on moviefone.com, and none of them is carrying A Dirty Shame. What the hell is that about? Fifteen theatres! Most of them are Regals, United Artists, and AMCs, but why are none of them carrying this movie? At least one of them has shown NC-17 movies before. I know this, because I had relatives who'd gone to see them. It was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109589075897551774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109589075897551774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109589075897551774' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109537859620360951</id><published>2004-09-16T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T19:49:56.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My computer is still working, but I remain suspicious.  :For the sake of completion, I'll mention my other classes, as I did with the first two.Statistics I is a good class. I was kind of down about it at first, because I thought calculus was more fun, and because he encourages us to teach ourselves the math. But then I remembered that I always work best at teaching myself math, and I like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109537859620360951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109537859620360951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109537859620360951' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109529002328023889</id><published>2004-09-15T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T19:13:43.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right, so my computer has been out of the shop three times. The fan is new and was replaced Friday night, and things still shut down without warning. We took it back Monday and I got it back today with a replaced power supply thing. It works *this very minute* but the whole affair has gotten me super scared that at any second it'll shut itself down.Nathan was trying to be nice, so he let me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109529002328023889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109529002328023889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109529002328023889' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109489086886291550</id><published>2004-09-11T04:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T04:21:08.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maaaaaaan! So remember when I was talking about my computer shutting down, and it was likely to be a problem with the fan and overheating? It happened two more times after I wrote about it, even after I cleaned out the inside really well with a can of air. I've had this computer for maybe three years or so, and that was never a problem before. So I took it to the shop and told them about it on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109489086886291550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109489086886291550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109489086886291550' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109444659383318875</id><published>2004-09-06T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T00:56:33.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wee! It’s a week later, and I’m finally going to start my rundown of Monster Mania Con 2. This is really more for me to remember the convention, but I’ll use parentheses to explain who a lot of the people are to benefit y’all. Hell, I didn’t know who most of them were before I got there.This thing is excruciatingly long, so be warned.Friday:Before the convention, I found out that it costs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109444659383318875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109444659383318875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109444659383318875' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109407682803604733</id><published>2004-09-01T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T18:14:35.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was my first day of school. I am a student again, and although I haven't done any work yet, I think the transition is very easy for me. Before my classes, I went to see about getting work study, and they gave me a form to fill out. I can't wait until I can actually start doing the work study (Tuesday?) and the forms are all out of the way. Then I can buy and sell yo' ass. I think I get $7 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109407682803604733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109407682803604733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109407682803604733' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109399060925366941</id><published>2004-08-31T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:16:49.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So apparently Nathan was using the computer this morning, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, the computer just turned off. But just the tower. I came in to look at it, and it was really weird. The monitor and everything else was on, but the tower wasn't. I kept pushing the button and it was as if it was unplugged, except it wasn't. I sat there for a minute, and then tried again, and that time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109399060925366941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109399060925366941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109399060925366941' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109348677203832650</id><published>2004-08-25T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:19:32.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a busy day for me. Here's a fun list of what I did.-- Got up early, went to Philadelphia and volunteered.-- Bought ticket for upcoming Rasputina concert-- Had Nathan take me to school where I got money put on my debit card-- Picked up transfer student packet, just because I could-- Bought textbooks and didn't get my receipt (so I have to go pick it up tomorrow)-- Went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109348677203832650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109348677203832650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109348677203832650' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109305271913702194</id><published>2004-08-20T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T21:45:19.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My last post was my 1100th blogger post. Congratulations to me.Also, my baby cousin is now at home. Congratulations to her. Tonight I bought a knit sweater to wear as a light jacket. I also got a Spider-Man folder for school.I feel all whiny, and I want attention and for people to sing my praises. I read other people's blogs, and 98% of it is just people winking and dripping all over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109305271913702194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109305271913702194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109305271913702194' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109303054420139729</id><published>2004-08-20T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T15:35:44.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>{sigh} I think I'm really going to have to quit the livejournal community for my school. There are some things I just can't agree wtih. And come fall, it's just going to be one post after another about where parties are. I was hoping to find some friendly people on there, but I don't think I can make friends with people whose number one hobby is partying. I mean, going to parties is one thing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109303054420139729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109303054420139729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109303054420139729' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109288850166302203</id><published>2004-08-19T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T00:16:06.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, I'm finally posting pictures of Jasper, after only nearly four weeks.Here's Jasper.And here's Jasper with Dewey.He's still way too scaredy, and he doesn't really like any of us, me in particular, aside from Harry. I will admit that he's a very pretty boy, but he's not as great as my Chocolates.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109288850166302203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109288850166302203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109288850166302203' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109287820411766910</id><published>2004-08-18T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:16:44.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Aunt Tina had her baby girl yesterday afternoon. Her name is Samantha Lynn, and she weighs six pounds, fourteen ounces, and she and Tina are doing well. I saw her yesterday and today, and I held her today. She's a very pretty baby with a full head of dark hair. I think they come home from the hospital tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109287820411766910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109287820411766910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109287820411766910' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109257100094455748</id><published>2004-08-15T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T07:59:12.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm just not suited to the whole normal person sleep schedule. Yesterday, after about 5 hours of sleep, I got up at 11:30am. Shortly after that, my uncle and I went out. We went to A. C. Moore where I looked at fancy yarns, but bought none. I'll buy fancy yarns once I'm a knitmastah. We had late lunch/early dinner at Red Lobster, and I swear that place is really going downhill. My food </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109257100094455748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109257100094455748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109257100094455748' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109240759729654671</id><published>2004-08-13T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T10:33:17.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Basically, I just wanted to make a post acknowledging that it's Friday the 13th. Hi!Here's a tip for you. Saved By the Bell comes on for an hour at 7am on TBS, but did you know that on Fridays, both episodes are The College Years? It's true. I just saw an episode where Zack threw a rave in order to raise money to take Kelly to Cancun, and some guy bullied Screech into bringing some nitrous, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109240759729654671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109240759729654671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240759729654671' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109232902382803384</id><published>2004-08-12T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:54:27.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just looking at knitting patterns for Hogwarts scarves. It'll be a long time before I'm ready to take on something like that, but I will indeed do it someday.  I like that this site shows the colors for all of the houses. And I never even noticed that the book and movie don't name the same colors for Ravenclaw. I'm a bad egg for not noticing. I also can't believe that I didn't notice that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109232902382803384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109232902382803384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232902382803384' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109212758885478597</id><published>2004-08-10T04:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T04:52:43.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was at a restaurant tonight, and I overheard this from the booth behind the one I was in."Anal beads. Anal beads.""Oh, I thought you said Rachel Green. She isn't real!"I wish I'd heard the whole thing. {g}Okay, so on the late night teevee, they show this commercial all the time for a drug called propolene (I think that's how you spell it). It's a weight loss drug of some kind, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109212758885478597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109212758885478597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109212758885478597' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109201745412449407</id><published>2004-08-08T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:10:54.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy crap! I just read the most ridiculous thing in my entire life. I look at the livejournal community for my school, and that in itself is 99% garbage. "I didn't get my housing assignment yet. What do I do?!" "I'm a freshman. Hey!" "I'm living in Chestnut where R U??" and so forth. {puke, puke} So anyway, some girl makes an uninteresting post, and out of boredom, I went to her journal, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109201745412449407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109201745412449407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109201745412449407' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109183130748196691</id><published>2004-08-06T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:28:27.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rick James died? And he was only 56?   :(Attacked By Plastic answered me:We recently sent customers who ordered Ben Folds new EP "Super D" an e-mail informing them that due to manufacturing delays, the Super D orders would be shipping three weeks later than originally planned. We accidentally sent that e-mail to you even though you did not order Super D.Yes, and it was scary! Last year, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109183130748196691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109183130748196691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109183130748196691' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109177195625835481</id><published>2004-08-06T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T01:59:16.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I just got an email from Attacked By Plastic thanking me for my order and telling me that the new Ben Folds EP is going to be delayed for a few weeks. But I didn't place any such order! That's really troubling. I emailed them, but I'm going to call customer service tomorrow, too. How does that happen?So today, I met Nathan in Philadelphia and we volunteered. That was really uneventful. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109177195625835481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109177195625835481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109177195625835481' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109161559054121817</id><published>2004-08-04T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T06:33:55.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will update, because I am unable to sleep.Last Friday, Nathan, Dorothea, and I went to New York to see TMBG. Earlier in the day we went to Opane, which changed its name, and I didn't know it. I think they must have also changed ownership or something, because they didn't have nearly as much cute stuff as they did last time, especially downstairs. After that we went to Sanrio where I bought a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109161559054121817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109161559054121817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109161559054121817' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133640.post-109100661715756868</id><published>2004-07-28T05:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T05:23:37.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everytime I watch that Esteban infomercial, I think, "man, that is the best offer ever. I could teach myself with that. I want it. I'd totally order it right now, if I could." And yet, whenever I pick up a guitar, I think, "this instrument really doesn't seem much fun. I don't care if I ever learn this." And then I see the informercial again. I saw it about an hour ago, so I still want the guitar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109100661715756868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133640/posts/default/109100661715756868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109100661715756868' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16403619510601739966</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></entry></feed>
