<?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-3537889</id><updated>2011-09-05T04:01:36.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Blog for Me Argentina</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;If you only take life one day at a time, what are your aspirations for the future?&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</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>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-114418238527203494</id><published>2006-04-04T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:26:25.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> &lt;!-- Begin --&gt;var date = new Date(“April 14, 2006”);var now = new Date();var diff = date.getTime() - now.getTime();var days = Math.floor (diff / (1000 * 60 * 60 * 24));document.write(days+1 + “Hell Job Ends”);&lt;!-- End --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/114418238527203494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=114418238527203494&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/114418238527203494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/114418238527203494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2006/04/var-date-new-dateapril-14-2006-var-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-113617852018313302</id><published>2006-01-01T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:08:40.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since it seems the day of the ever-so-simple blog has died, I am making the switchover to MySpace.  (Most of my current blogs are there anyway.)  I'll keep this one up because it has so many memories tied to it, and who knows....one day the blog just might make a comeback when the servers at MySpace go ca-put, or they start charging, whichever comes first.  SO!  Here is the link to my MySpace </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/113617852018313302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=113617852018313302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/113617852018313302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/113617852018313302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-it-seems-day-of-ever-so-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-113185342136817589</id><published>2005-11-12T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:43:41.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just want to say thank you to Guro Carl for inviting me to the Atienza Kali seminar in Wichita Falls, Texas.  I really do appreciate the invitation, but unfortunately I will not be able to attend this weekend.  I competed in the southwest regional WEKAF tournament today, and I have family in town who came to watch me compete.  I hope Atienza returns to Texas, has a great seminar experience,  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/113185342136817589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=113185342136817589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/113185342136817589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/113185342136817589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-want-to-say-thank-you-to-guro.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-112897569488437715</id><published>2005-10-10T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:46:55.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok Ok, I guess I better clear the air about my previous post.  I didn't know people would pay that much attention to it.1)  In no way, form, or fashion am I system or person bashing.  I actually sat at the same dinner table as Guro Carl and the rest of the Atienza crew after the CSC tournament.  I know that they are great people.  I also know that all FMA is great.2)  This is a personal rant of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/112897569488437715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=112897569488437715&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/112897569488437715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/112897569488437715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-ok-i-guess-i-better-clear-air-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-112845829823359566</id><published>2005-10-04T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:38:18.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I went to California last weekend to compete in the Cold Steel Challenge.  It is a knife and sword competition held in Ventura, California.  I actually did pretty good.  This year it was only Larry, Roberto and I that went.  I was a little reluctant about leaving, seeing as there was the huge hurricane lined up towards the Texas coast, aimed right at where my entire family lives.  But Rita </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/112845829823359566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=112845829823359566&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/112845829823359566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/112845829823359566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-went-to-california-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-112388193418133810</id><published>2005-08-12T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:25:34.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Belong in 1970    1970  If you scored...1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/112388193418133810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=112388193418133810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/112388193418133810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/112388193418133810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-belong-in-1970-1970-if-you-scored.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-112127229549567111</id><published>2005-07-13T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:31:35.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My birthday and SUCHSo I'm now a year older...woo..hoo.  People say that 23 isn't a great number, and that there isn't another year after 21 to look forward to.  I say to them, shuchofacemon.  You can start renting cars at 26.My birthday lasted 2 days.  Friday (Jun 24th) we went out, downtown to drink.  Scantily clad, I felt self conscious, yet sexy the whole night.  Hey it did let me meet a guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/112127229549567111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=112127229549567111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/112127229549567111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/112127229549567111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-birthday-and-such-so-im-now-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-111843739890607545</id><published>2005-06-10T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:03:18.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Has the blog community died?Ever since a few of us have moved to new eras in our life, it seems that our blog community has been dying.  Whether it is graduating from college, finding new loves, new jobs, new homes, towns, etc, our blogs have been sadly neglected.  And I am just as guilty.  There are so many excuses, enough to count on fingers and toes.  If anyone has any ideas about how to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/111843739890607545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=111843739890607545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111843739890607545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111843739890607545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/06/has-blog-community-died-ever-since-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-111712812552107400</id><published>2005-05-26T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:24:48.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's why I say "Hey man nice shot."Wow it's been a while.  So much has happened!  And I didn't quite make it to the end of May as far as it being restful.I went home a while back to help throw a surprise party for my dad's 50th birthday.  It was the same weekend as mother's day, and the whole week prior he was getting angry because I hadn't called my mom to tell her if I was coming home or not.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/111712812552107400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=111712812552107400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111712812552107400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111712812552107400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/05/thats-why-i-say-hey-man-nice-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-111514060746250423</id><published>2005-05-03T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:16:23.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So let's see.  Where to begin?I've designated the month of May as the "Rest for the Weary" month.  This is due to the fact that every single weekend in April had some sort of party-til-the-wee-hours night.  Therefore since I spent almost all of April tired and somewhat hung over, I'm taking May to rest and get those bags out from underneath my eyes.  Other than that, this is my last week of class</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/111514060746250423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=111514060746250423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111514060746250423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111514060746250423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-111397024880463615</id><published>2005-04-19T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:10:48.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man I hate being sick.  We're going on week 1.5 now, and I have no voice.  I have honestly never really lost my voice for more than 1 day/night.  It kind of scares me; since it's been gone so long, I'm not sure if it's ever coming back.  What if I blew out my vocal cords?  That would mean major surgery.  All I know is that it takes an incredible amount of air for me to try and talk, and then I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/111397024880463615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=111397024880463615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111397024880463615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111397024880463615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/04/man-i-hate-being-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-111297895149919655</id><published>2005-04-08T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T11:49:11.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like you said Melissa, I can think of a million uncommon things all day long, but when it comes to writing a blog post, I got nothin.  I did have an eventful weekend last weekend though.  Started Friday night with Melissa and Wolf.  We went to six 1/2 different places in six 1/2 hours!  La Tazza Fresca, Zen, Central Market, The Metro, Trudy's, the Texas Union, and almost Flipnotics, which I still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/111297895149919655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=111297895149919655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111297895149919655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111297895149919655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/04/like-you-said-melissa-i-can-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-111151019274589980</id><published>2005-03-22T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:49:52.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi there!So as many of you read, the Fed-Ex guy had a girlfriend.  But no worries, at least I tried, right?This past weekend was pretty nice.  I spent most of it with my roommate (Kristy) and her boyfriend (Issa).  Saturday Kristy and I tried to go fly kites at Zilker Park before the rainstorms came through.  But right before the storms, the wind just died!  So we gave up and went to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/111151019274589980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=111151019274589980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111151019274589980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111151019274589980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/03/hi-there-so-as-many-of-you-read-fed-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-111116851109206665</id><published>2005-03-18T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:56:33.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it HAS been a while hasn't it?  I don't have too much new going on.  Work is going well, not much stress because I don't have to think much.  Last weekend I went to see my parents.  We went to the Kemah Boardwalk so my sister said she did something for her spring break.  It was a beautiful day last Saturday, and we even rode a speed boat!  This week I ate at Hyde Park Bar and Grill with Amy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/111116851109206665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=111116851109206665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111116851109206665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111116851109206665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-it-has-been-while-hasnt-it-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-111005598434336034</id><published>2005-03-05T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:53:04.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh how good it is to have the internet again.  It's almost sad how dependent we are on having high speed internet, but then again, fuck it.  So much has happened in the last 6 weeks, and some of it I really don't feel like rehashing.  Work has been ok, I still owe people lots of money, and I had my heart broken by a good friend of mine (on Valentine's nontheless).But this weekend has been good so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/111005598434336034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=111005598434336034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111005598434336034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/111005598434336034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-how-good-it-is-to-have-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110671541781086972</id><published>2005-01-25T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:56:57.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is the big news of the moment:I have a full time, full benefits job!  That means no more poverty!  Yay me!  There is no drawback, except that it has nothing to do with my field or major.  Puh.  But money is money so I took the job.  I will be moving out of this apartment and into a new one to share with Kristy.  Going to save a ton of bucks, as it will be the cheapest apartment I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110671541781086972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110671541781086972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110671541781086972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110671541781086972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/01/here-is-big-news-of-moment-i-have-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110567641954156001</id><published>2005-01-13T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:20:19.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't really have anything to post.  Just thought I would take the time that I actually haven't had anything at all to really take care of and waste it.  Anywho, Here's a fun picture for your enjoyment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110567641954156001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110567641954156001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110567641954156001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110567641954156001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-really-have-anything-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110551423279989968</id><published>2005-01-12T01:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T01:17:12.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, guess whose turn it is...1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?a) I threw a partyb) I kissed a really good friend of minec) I cut all of my hair offd) I went to Las Vegase) I competed in two martial arts weapon tournamentsf) I injured myself badly 3 timesg) I went to Californiah) I tried to help these random drunk people and then ended up having to stop my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110551423279989968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110551423279989968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110551423279989968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110551423279989968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-guess-whose-turn-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110516322068819431</id><published>2005-01-07T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:47:15.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AAaaaarghh....Wow.  What a rough week.  This week was a klutzy week.  My inner balance must have been off or something.  Perhaps it was the self induced lack of sleep?  I don't know, but having a phone fall on your foot, almost crashing a server, falling off a stool at physical therapy, dropping a handmirror on said same foot, and totally botching a kickboxing lesson, I'd say this week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110516322068819431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110516322068819431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110516322068819431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110516322068819431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/01/aaaaaarghh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110463256683826359</id><published>2005-01-01T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:24:10.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year's!I hope everyone rang in the new year properly.  I seriously wanted to ring it in right and send 2004 with a nice big "fuck you!"New Year's Eve was a lot of fun.  I hung out with Druck, Ricky, Wolf and Kelsie.  We started the evening by eating pizza and having a few drinks.  Thanks to Ricky for being our DD.  Then we headed downtown to watch the "star raising."  It's kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110463256683826359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110463256683826359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110463256683826359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110463256683826359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-years-i-hope-everyone-rang.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110413229706897540</id><published>2004-12-27T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T01:41:32.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow, let it....what the?!That's right!  I had my first white Christmas EVER.  In SOUTHEAST TEXAS y'all!  It apparently did not snow anywhere just north of the Texas coast line, but it snowed so hard, that there was a blizzard going on right in our own back yard.  There was snow all on the ground Christmas Eve and on into Christmas day.  It was the craziest, most bizarre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110413229706897540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110413229706897540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110413229706897540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110413229706897540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110325054402215052</id><published>2004-12-16T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T20:29:04.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all you "affluent" types out there who make oodles of money I have a bit of real world information that you should really take into consideration.  Never, EVER, as a clerical assistant if they enjoy their job.  ESPECIALLY if you know they are a college graduate.  I mean, what the hell do you say?  "It's the only reason I wake up each morning: to come into a freezing cold office to serve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110325054402215052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110325054402215052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110325054402215052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110325054402215052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/12/for-all-you-affluent-types-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110315858846752866</id><published>2004-12-15T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T18:56:28.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little Old Man on a Big Old BikeI was driving into my complex this evening and saw a little old man walking around with his cane. I saw a little kitty run behind him.  Then as I was turning the corner, I saw a parked speed bike without an occupant and running.  At first I thought, well what if someone were to take off with it and its owner wasn't around.  Then I supposed well, I guess they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110315858846752866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110315858846752866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110315858846752866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110315858846752866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/12/little-old-man-on-big-old-bike-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110291893179435445</id><published>2004-12-13T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T00:22:11.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past week felt uneventful, but it was more eventful than i thought.  Wednesday I saw Blade: Trinity with James, Friday I tried to go see The Polar Express at the iMax, but they were sold out so I had coffee and dinner with Kristy and Issa.  I went home on Saturday for my sister's birthday.  We went to see the Nutcracker performed by the Houston ballet.  It was good, as well as the music, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110291893179435445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110291893179435445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110291893179435445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110291893179435445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-past-week-felt-uneventful-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110187878385739605</id><published>2004-11-30T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:35:59.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back from knee surgery.  Not fun.  Good drugs. Thanks to all who wished me well and a speedy recovery.  It is much appreciated.  :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110187878385739605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110187878385739605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110187878385739605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110187878385739605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-from-knee-surgery.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110088960502749102</id><published>2004-11-19T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:40:05.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooooh geez.  I guess I have another pretty good reason to come into work everyday.  One piece of really cute eye candy to indulge in.  He has one of those baby faces and dark, innocent eyes.  And he has such a sweet smile.  Though we haven't really said much to each other besides hello, goodbye, and "here's a message for Bob."  I know that he's going to school, I'm not sure how old he is, but he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110088960502749102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110088960502749102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110088960502749102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110088960502749102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/11/oooooh-geez.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110075536829644273</id><published>2004-11-17T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:28:38.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reflection 101The've given me a project at work that is supposed to give me a feeling of importance in my simple little clerical position.  They want me to learn a marketing research program and then teach it to the staff.  On one hand it's kinda cool because it actually gives me something to do all day.  On the other, I really couldn't give a crap.  This isn't what I want to end up doing with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110075536829644273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110075536829644273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110075536829644273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110075536829644273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/11/reflection-101-theve-given-me-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110042351408577194</id><published>2004-11-14T03:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T03:11:54.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...I'm a bit tipsy right now, and more than likely should not have driven home, but I'm safe and sound.  This picture is from my trip to Cali but I thought I would share it with everyone because it's freakin HILARIOUS.  The story behind it: we were all drunk and packing to go home after the tournament in California.  All of our luggage was out on the street, so my friend Chris decides to hop in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110042351408577194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110042351408577194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110042351408577194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110042351408577194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-110006685252164285</id><published>2004-11-10T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:08:25.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah yes, anyone who will wear a kilt in public, HAS to have a sense of humor.This weekend wasn't too eventful until Sunday.  My mom came up on Friday to get the results of my MRI.  Turns out I have a completely torn ACL.  Don't ask how I'm still walking, I can't explain it.  I caught up on some things around the house, etc. on Saturday.  Then on Sunday I went to the Austin Celtic Festival.  It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/110006685252164285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=110006685252164285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110006685252164285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/110006685252164285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/11/ah-yes-anyone-who-will-wear-kilt-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109981088573469887</id><published>2004-11-07T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T01:01:25.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween pics here.http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/alexisrobertson1/my_photos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109981088573469887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109981088573469887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109981088573469887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109981088573469887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/11/halloween-pics-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109860166981943612</id><published>2004-10-24T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T02:10:24.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw the movie Garden State on Friday.  Wow.  What a fantastic movie!  I haven't seen many movies lately because of financial difficulties, but I made an exception because I had heard many good things about it.  Beautiful story.  What's even more beautiful is the man both behind and in front of the camera.  Seriously, I don't know what it is, but I think Zach Braff is absolutely gorgeous.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109860166981943612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109860166981943612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109860166981943612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109860166981943612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-saw-movie-garden-state-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109652353889463593</id><published>2004-09-30T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T00:52:18.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hehe check this out!  I'm in the red shirt at the top of the page!!!! Alexis Knife Fighting!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109652353889463593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109652353889463593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109652353889463593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109652353889463593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/09/hehe-check-this-out-im-in-red-shirt-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109639874015324455</id><published>2004-09-28T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T14:12:20.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waaaaah!  So much stuff going on, very little time to stop.  I have a chipped elbow.  Ouch.  But do I quit?  No, because I'm an idiot.  So I've been going non stop for almost 3 weeks with very little down time.  And I am still poor as shit.  Grrr.  Hope that dream job comes along soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109639874015324455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109639874015324455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109639874015324455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109639874015324455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/09/waaaaah-so-much-stuff-going-on-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109539527013041938</id><published>2004-09-16T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:27:50.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to California tomorrow!!!  I'm fighting in The Cold Steel Challenge.  There's more than likely not going to be any women competing, so send good thoughts my way as I'm taking on some big hairy men! I'm not going to have internet for a long while, so these posts will more than likely be far and few between.  No more AIM.  Stupid finances. Good thoughts my way for that as well will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109539527013041938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109539527013041938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109539527013041938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109539527013041938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/09/going-to-california-tomorrow-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109504673893713699</id><published>2004-09-12T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:56:32.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What an incredibly somber past couple of weeks for the Center of Martial Arts, as well as for myself.It all began with a call from my instructor, Larry's family that his dad's days were numbered. Larry was gone from the Center for 5 days leaving us to keep everything running. His dad made progress, so Larry came home on labor day. On labor day we were struck with the news that a student from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109504673893713699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109504673893713699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109504673893713699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109504673893713699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-incredibly-somber-past-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109401422847972626</id><published>2004-08-31T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T23:50:28.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had to let my poor fishy go into the wild today because he was dying.  It makes me very sad because he was 2 1/2 years old, which is ancient in fish years.  I first got him when I was still with my ex.  I'm still crying. I'll miss coming home to a no name betta fish who loved to jump and eat his food right as it left my hand. Hopefully the creek I left him at will be a nice resting place.  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109401422847972626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109401422847972626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109401422847972626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109401422847972626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-had-to-let-my-poor-fishy-go-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109382082422215118</id><published>2004-08-29T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T18:07:04.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH...MY...GOD. Come along Patsy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109382082422215118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109382082422215118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109382082422215118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109382082422215118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109314106518535905</id><published>2004-08-21T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T21:17:45.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Via the blog of Kelsie...Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109314106518535905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109314106518535905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109314106518535905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109314106518535905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/08/via-blog-of-kelsie.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109272047105740812</id><published>2004-08-17T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T00:27:51.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.  I'm totally done.  College is over.  As long as I pass, everything should be smooth sailing right?  Ha!Not even a week into my new life without college, I'm already breaking the bank.  I was stressing about it a lot earlier, but now that I look at it, it's rather comical how much money I don't have and how much debt I do have, and how many bills on top of that I have. LOL.  Yeah that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109272047105740812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109272047105740812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109272047105740812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109272047105740812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109203822239310032</id><published>2004-08-09T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T02:57:08.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm finally jaded...too bad. But we finished the book part of our advertising campaign. I'll be done with UT forever (at least for now) on Wednesday. Real world, here I come. Crap.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109203822239310032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109203822239310032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109203822239310032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109203822239310032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-im-finally-jaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109168328652368211</id><published>2004-08-05T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T00:21:26.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Either way is apparently NOT ok, because finding out from one of their friends that they're just doing it to be nice is NOT ok.  I don't appreciate being lead on. Seriously, it breaks my heart to know I was being patronized.  Really breaks it.  And I'm tired of crying.  Screw this shit, I quit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109168328652368211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109168328652368211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109168328652368211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109168328652368211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/08/either-way-is-apparently-not-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109142629729195597</id><published>2004-08-02T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T00:58:17.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just wanna know how he feels. Either way's ok. I hate wondering.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109142629729195597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109142629729195597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109142629729195597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109142629729195597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-wanna-know-how-he-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109116054723735154</id><published>2004-07-29T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T23:09:07.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a GREAT day today.  The best in a while, since my birthday actually.  Work went by really fast, we had an intern appreciation lunch at my internship, my mentor thought my design work/research was the coolest thing in the world (?), and I didn't get hurt at martial arts at all today.  I still have a bunch of work to do for my class, but I don't think anything could ruin my day.  :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109116054723735154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109116054723735154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109116054723735154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109116054723735154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-had-great-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-109054810960032745</id><published>2004-07-22T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:01:49.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dark eyed Latino boys... hai ya What do you guys think of the new blogger setup?  Better or just stupid?  I haven't decided yet. Not a lot of time to update, but I'm still alive and finishing up my last class at UT ever.  Or at least for a long time.  Working and interning as well.  I have very full weeks.  Gotta go, later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/109054810960032745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=109054810960032745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109054810960032745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/109054810960032745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/07/dark-eyed-latino-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108779034177809488</id><published>2004-06-20T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T22:59:01.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vegas and SuchMy Vegas trip last weekend was great.  I wish it had been longer, but it was a great getaway.  It was also good to spend time with my Uncle Frank and Aunt Margaret, even though they like to argue a little more than I thought.The first day that we were there, we checked into the MGM Grand, took our stuff to the rooms, then met up to tour the hotel.  We walked around and my aunt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108779034177809488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108779034177809488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108779034177809488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108779034177809488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/06/vegas-and-such-my-vegas-trip-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108685237451025176</id><published>2004-06-10T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T02:26:14.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My uncle is taking me to Las Vegas tomorrow as a graduation/birthday present.  We're going to see Cirque du Soleil "O" and Blue Man group, do a little gambling, and get some much needed R&amp;R and sunshine.  Plus it will help cure my little travel bug I've had since Costa Rica. I'll do a nice little post about my vacation when I get back.  Have a good weekend. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108685237451025176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108685237451025176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108685237451025176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108685237451025176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-uncle-is-taking-me-to-las-vegas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108637446772471047</id><published>2004-06-04T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T13:41:07.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, my whole body hurts today.  I tested for my orange belt in vale tudo yesterday. (The progression goes white, yellow, gold, orange, etc...each with 2 stripes before the next belt.) Hopefully I passed my test.  I've been waiting for my orange belt for a long time.  There's only a couple of active students ahead of me now that attend class regularly, Kristy and Issa.  It was a very long test </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108637446772471047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108637446772471047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108637446772471047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108637446772471047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/06/wow-my-whole-body-hurts-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108611444284101308</id><published>2004-06-01T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T13:27:22.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108611444284101308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108611444284101308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108611444284101308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108611444284101308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/06/if-there-is-one-person-you-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108571841180812584</id><published>2004-05-27T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:29:54.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*~Feeling~*  *~Smart~*My internship is going really well.  The people are really nice, and by day three, I've already been getting my feet wet.  For those of you who may not have heard, I have a PR internship with a literary publicist agency.  I even have a mentor, and although I'm not getting paid, I can already see that the experience is going to be well worth it. I've already been cold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108571841180812584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108571841180812584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108571841180812584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108571841180812584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/05/feeling-smart-my-internship-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108520220634077331</id><published>2004-05-21T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T00:45:08.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mission: AccomplishedToday I took the longest walk of my life across the stage of the Frank Erwin Center.  I shook the hand of the dean and smiled out into the crowd.  I'm done.Two hours later...The graduation ceremony for the UT College of Communication began at 3pm.  I waited for 1.5 hours in the waiting room where all the college graduate candidates lined up.  I didn't know anyone at first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108520220634077331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108520220634077331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108520220634077331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108520220634077331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/05/mission-accomplished-today-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108503023986008427</id><published>2004-05-20T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T00:19:32.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*~Feeling~*  *~Chipper~*A - You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.L - Love is something you deeply believe in.E - You are a very exciting person.X - You never let people tell you what to do.I - You are always smiling &amp; making others smile.S - You are very broad-minded.Oh, and is anyone else disturbed by those creepy hampsters on the Quiznos' commercials?  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108503023986008427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108503023986008427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108503023986008427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108503023986008427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/05/feeling-chipper-you-can-be-very-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108491681545766389</id><published>2004-05-18T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:48:13.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*~Feeling~*  *~Contemplative~*These wounds won't seem to healThis pain is just too realThere's just too much that time cannot eraseWhen you cried I'd wipe away all of your tearsWhen you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fearsI held your hand through all of these yearsBut you still haveAll of meI've tried so hard to tell myself that you're goneBut though you're still with meI've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108491681545766389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108491681545766389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108491681545766389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108491681545766389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/05/feeling-contemplative-these-wounds.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108452153344446619</id><published>2004-05-14T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T14:14:03.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Inuyasha! You are a punk, you like to pickfights and hate being in school, your gradesare slipping but you don't care, you are havingtoo much fun to actually do anything about it! What Inuyasha Character are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108452153344446619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108452153344446619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108452153344446619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108452153344446619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/05/youre-inuyasha-you-are-punk-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108439145696675624</id><published>2004-05-12T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:51:34.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*~Feeling~*  *~Relieved~*Whoo hoo!  I am totally done with the last long semester of my college life ever!  I had a hell week last week.  4 tests and 2 papers due.  The good thing about having all of that in one stupid week is that I don't have any finals.  So now, I have no job, no homework, no internship, nothing.  I get to chill until I find another job and then graduation on the 21st.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108439145696675624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108439145696675624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108439145696675624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108439145696675624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/05/feeling-relieved-whoo-hoo-i-am-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108354112457012696</id><published>2004-05-02T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T18:42:59.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, yes...there's nothing more satisfying than watching a Lifetime movie about bulimia and chowin down on bread and butter and eggs.  MMmmmm.  Hehe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108354112457012696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108354112457012696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108354112457012696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108354112457012696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/05/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108353080565986702</id><published>2004-05-02T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T15:51:50.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;Are you a good guesser?Very much so!Either you are a jammy sod, and are bloody good at guessing, or you really do know some weird stuff. Or you cheated. Click Here to Take This QuizBrought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108353080565986702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108353080565986702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108353080565986702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108353080565986702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/05/are-you-good-guesservery-much-soeither.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-10830020271130506</id><published>2004-04-26T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:41:57.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling] [Okie Dokie]Orange and White BallOn Friday, Ricky and I went to the Orange and White Ball, kind of like the senior prom at UT.  We went to eat at Buca di Beppo's beforehand, a family-style italian eatery.  We received many obvious stares including one from a little girl, about 4-5 years old, who looked at me and said "you look pretty."  I think that compliment took precedence over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/10830020271130506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=10830020271130506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/10830020271130506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/10830020271130506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/04/feeling-okie-dokie-orange-and-white.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108252529402222298</id><published>2004-04-21T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T00:49:24.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling] [Anxious]Hey guys.  Sorry for the neglect.  Just been a busy couple of weeks.  Nothing too big going on.  Had a couple of papers and tests, but I'll be done with classes in less than three weeks.  I'm anxious because I'm so close to being done with college forever but I have so much more to do.  What I wanted to tell you about was my adventure last night.  SEVENDUSTSo I went with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108252529402222298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108252529402222298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108252529402222298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108252529402222298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/04/feeling-anxious-hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108153452839914509</id><published>2004-04-09T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T13:27:16.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Okie Dokie]A quite bit has happened since my last post, sorry for the neglect.  I participated in my knife and stick fighting tournament, and overall, things went very well.  During my third match my friend Chris whacked my right hand with a stick as i was blocking.  So that made things a little harder trying to finish the tournament.  My thumb nail was bent backwards and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108153452839914509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108153452839914509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108153452839914509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108153452839914509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/04/feeling-okie-dokie-quite-bit-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108085374556304379</id><published>2004-04-01T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T15:12:39.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a freakin stinky week it's been, I tell you!  I just finished with my international advertising test, and last night I had to write half of my 1800 word research paper, with footnotes and bibliography.  What's the trouble in that you ask?  My computer doesn't like to cooperate with footnotes.  So those alone took me 2 hours.  Yes, 2 hours!  So I went to bed about 4:30 and lo and behold, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108085374556304379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108085374556304379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108085374556304379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108085374556304379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/04/what-freakin-stinky-week-its-been-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-108019386551854169</id><published>2004-03-24T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T23:55:27.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Pleased]Good news came to me on Monday after class.  I went to schedule an appointment to see and advisor about my impending graduation after this semester.  Well, the lady said that there wasn't a wait if I wanted to see an advisor right then.  I waited about 5 minutes, saw and advisor and after another 5 minutes, I was all set up to walk in MAY!!!  Woo-hoo!!  It's official then.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/108019386551854169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=108019386551854169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108019386551854169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/108019386551854169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/feeling-pleased-good-news-came-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107993756868374160</id><published>2004-03-22T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T00:42:48.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Annoyed]Ok, so many of you are probably wondering if that guy called me or not.  Well, he didn't call when he said he was going to.  Instead he called at about 1:30 am Fri/Sat.  Since he's from out of town, he spent about 1.5 hours trying to convince me to come get him to go have breakfast or something.  Towards the end of the conversation (and about 20 callbacks later) he revealed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107993756868374160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107993756868374160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107993756868374160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107993756868374160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/feeling-annoyed-ok-so-many-of-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107942460734109993</id><published>2004-03-16T02:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T02:37:21.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Flattered]Well this was an interesting weekend.  Friday was the usual except I didn't have any class due to Spring Break the following week.  (The prof knew better than to try and have class, as no one would probably show up to a 3pm class the Fri before Spring Break.)  So I came home and chilled out for a good while then went to training.  That night my friends Robert, Karen, Kurt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107942460734109993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107942460734109993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107942460734109993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107942460734109993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/feeling-flattered-well-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107907062735792851</id><published>2004-03-11T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:53:34.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay it's officially Spring break for me!  Not like it's that big of a deal, just no classes for a week.  Not going  anywhere exciting, not doing a whole lot for fun.  Just working and training.  And sleeping.  That's a biggy, I'll be doing much sleeping.  Aaaand.  Yeah so no real big news for now.  Made an A on one of my tests that I didn't even study for.  Gives me a whole lot of incentive to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107907062735792851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107907062735792851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107907062735792851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107907062735792851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/yay-its-officially-spring-break-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107895895353564851</id><published>2004-03-10T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:52:17.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  You're Thailand!  Calmer and more staunchly independent than almost all those around you, you have a long history of rising above adversity.  Recent adversity has led to questions about your sexual promiscuity and the threat of disease, but you still manage to attract a number of tourists and admirers.  And despite any setbacks, you can really cook a good meal whenever it's called for.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107895895353564851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107895895353564851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107895895353564851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107895895353564851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/youre-thailand-calmer-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107881845002809501</id><published>2004-03-09T01:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T01:50:32.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe!by C.S. LewisYou were just looking for some decent clothes when everything changedquite dramatically. For the better or for the worse, it is still hard to tell. Now itseems like winter will never end and you feel cursed. Soon there will be an epicstruggle between two forces in your life and you are very concerned about a betrayalthat could turn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107881845002809501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107881845002809501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107881845002809501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107881845002809501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/youre-lion-witch-and-wardrobe-by-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107870933142680331</id><published>2004-03-07T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T19:33:43.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Predatory]So my friend Chris decided to poke me in the eye with a padded knife while we were sparring today.  Ok, ok it was an accident, of course...but dammit!  I have an interview for an internship this summer tomorrow!  Crap-ola!  Here's a picture of my eye that it now fluffy and scraped up. It looks kinda greasy because I put Neosporin (sp?) on it.  And it's the same damn eye </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107870933142680331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107870933142680331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107870933142680331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107870933142680331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/feeling-predatory-so-my-friend-chris.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107862122809939841</id><published>2004-03-06T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T19:03:27.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Thoughtful]Some things I've learned... (always a work in progress)a) Some people that you try to force friendships with may not end up as true friends.- I think friendships, like any relationship, should just happen.  You shouldn't have to make that big of a deal out of trying to be someone's friend.  When you try to force a friendship, it takes some of the meaning out of it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107862122809939841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107862122809939841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107862122809939841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107862122809939841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/feeling-thoughtful-some-things-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107860074026631003</id><published>2004-03-06T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T13:21:59.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks Kelsie!Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107860074026631003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107860074026631003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107860074026631003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107860074026631003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/thanks-kelsie-take-my-quiz-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107837992296553523</id><published>2004-03-03T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T00:03:41.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Exhausted]Man what a week.  And how it's flown.  Just one more long day of classes and another of work.  Today I went to the Communications Job and Internship fair.  There were a LOT of companies with TONS of positions.  I gave out at least 10 resumes and these were just to advertising companies.  I met this really nice guy in particular, Noe, who is a creative at a local ad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107837992296553523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107837992296553523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107837992296553523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107837992296553523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/03/feeling-exhausted-man-what-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107809037419689220</id><published>2004-02-29T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T15:35:45.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are GUTS.  You love to be "xtreme"and you love peril.  You probably enjoy a goodsip of Gatorade now and then, too. Which old school Nickelodeon show are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107809037419689220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107809037419689220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107809037419689220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107809037419689220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-are-guts.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107786780156774744</id><published>2004-02-27T01:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T01:46:09.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Shocked]Dude-  Someone totally flipped off and said "fuck you" to Larry, my martial arts instructor DURING CLASS!  He wanted her to do extra conditioning during the impact class because she wasn't keeping her hands up in fighting position during graduation.  I mean, he just wanted 50 pushups, and he warned everyone beforehand what the consequences were if they came down.  I mean, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107786780156774744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107786780156774744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107786780156774744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107786780156774744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/feeling-shocked-dude-someone-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107768793382760441</id><published>2004-02-24T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:48:18.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling] [Sore]Man this training for the stick and knife fight has gotten me beat up.  I have so many bruises and I think I stretched my groin muscle a little too far.  I think it will all be worth it though.  Even though I suck compared to the rest of the fighters, I'll at least be able to say that I made it through the training and that I competed.  Gotta do it for me of course.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107768793382760441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107768793382760441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107768793382760441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107768793382760441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/feeling-sore-man-this-training-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107725644617591026</id><published>2004-02-19T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T23:57:54.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Stressed]Man I love these Samoa girl scout cookies sooooooo much.  You may love and know them as Caramel Delights.  But where I come from, they're called Samoas.  Man, I could totally eat the whole damn box, they're THAT good.  But they're chock full of fat and eating the whole box may just give me a heart attack.  But i like to eat when i'm stressed and oh, am i stressed.  I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107725644617591026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107725644617591026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107725644617591026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107725644617591026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/feeling-stressed-man-i-love-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107717183446268416</id><published>2004-02-19T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T00:26:31.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Numb]This is a day in history my friends.  I am officially swearing off boys/guys/men until I graduate and find a job. I'm tired of always wondering whether someone could like me or not, or whether I could have a chance in HELL with them.  Because I know the stakes are unlikely and it's making my heart cold.  The only way to save my heart is to promise myself no crushes, no dating, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107717183446268416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107717183446268416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107717183446268416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107717183446268416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/feeling-numb-this-is-day-in-history-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107700404211196084</id><published>2004-02-17T01:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T01:49:56.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling]  [Depressed]Bam, like THAT, from 1 song.Blink 182-I Miss YouHello there, the angel from my nightmareThe shadow in the background of the morgueThe unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valleyWe can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find meWe'll have Halloween on ChristmasAnd in the night we'll wish this never endsWe'll wish this never ends(I miss </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107700404211196084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107700404211196084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107700404211196084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107700404211196084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/feeling-depressed-bam-like-that-from-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107699710928558255</id><published>2004-02-16T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:54:24.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[feeling]  [numb] and  [pleased]I'm very pleased that my party turned out so great.  I got pretty damn shitfaced and the thing that I feel numb about will probably never be brought up again but it's going to be weird for a few weeks.  I haven't seen him yet, but I'll explain the situation more when I know more about it.  All in all though it was a very good party and I'm glad I had it.  Thanks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107699710928558255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107699710928558255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107699710928558255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107699710928558255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/feeling-numb-and-pleased-im-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107665429849840421</id><published>2004-02-13T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T00:48:40.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a one sided conversation from a comic I thought was pretty funny.  It's late and I'm putting off finishing a paper for advertising management.  Have you heard about that new movie Gothika?  They said it was difficult to make Halle Berry look ugly.I would have just used a Louisville Slugger...perhaps some fire.Here's a 2 sidedSanta, how was your Christmas?All kids want these days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107665429849840421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107665429849840421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107665429849840421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107665429849840421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-is-one-sided-conversation-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107648302428358233</id><published>2004-02-11T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T01:06:23.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling] [Sleepy]Not much going on.  I'm going to fight in a knife and stick fighting tournament on April 3rd and training starts next week.  Here's the website if you're interested in exactly what kind of stick fighting it is.Boy am I tired though.  My schedule is wearing on me and now I want to train for a fight or 2.  Still waiting to see if they found me a girl to fight in either Dallas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107648302428358233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107648302428358233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107648302428358233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107648302428358233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/feeling-sleepy-not-much-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107629184386401806</id><published>2004-02-08T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:36:52.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling] [giggly]This is really cute.  My high score is 576.3http://www.mironov.net/pingu/pingu2.swf</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107629184386401806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107629184386401806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107629184386401806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107629184386401806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-is-really-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107567315422387466</id><published>2004-02-01T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:38:24.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What should I do?[Feeling] [confused]SO...I like this guy who's dating this girl.  But I like this other guy who's claimed he doesn't want to date anyone right now.  How the hell do I get myself into these things?  And what's stupid is that it's all in my head.  I'm so chicken, I probably won't even do anything about either situation, it may not even matter in the end anyway.  Argh.  A boy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107567315422387466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107567315422387466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107567315422387466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107567315422387466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-should-i-do-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107544367911570038</id><published>2004-01-30T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:39:43.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Feeling] [irritated]TGIF...tomorrow...I hate when things get all weird in my head.  It makes me moody and bitchy and I start being all stupid.  I guess all I can do is blame it on that curse that was given to every female.  I could deal with it if the PMS shit didn't come with it.  I guess that would't make it much of a curse would it?Well, I really wanna see Spike and Mike this weekend, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107544367911570038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107544367911570038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107544367911570038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107544367911570038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/01/feeling-irritated-tgif.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107490705494285556</id><published>2004-01-23T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:19:37.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time's Flyin'......And I'm flying by the seat of my pants.  Wow!  I didn't realize just how busy I would be.  But it's a good busy.  I don't usually feel rushed, I just know that I have to be somewhere at a certain time, and I know just how much time it takes for me to get there and be ginger about it.  And my schedule already feels fixed.  Classes don't seem like they're going to be bad, but my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107490705494285556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107490705494285556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107490705494285556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107490705494285556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/01/times-flyin.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107466412077675236</id><published>2004-01-20T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T23:50:39.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had my first day of the last full semester of my life in college.  Kinda weird, because it feels like any other semester.  I guess since I'd been looking so far into the future, thinking that I had like another year left after this one, I'd trained myself to think past where I am now:  finishing!  I just want to leave with a bang and do well in all my classes.  MY GPA doesn't suck, so why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107466412077675236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107466412077675236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107466412077675236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107466412077675236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-i-had-my-first-day-of-last-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107423393413833240</id><published>2004-01-16T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T00:22:35.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY EYE!!!So somehow my friend accidently ripped out the middle half of my eyelashes on my right eye while we were practicing a demonstration for Vale Tudo.  I'm not doing that demonstration anymore.  If you wanna see the difference of lashes on my poor eye go here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107423393413833240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107423393413833240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107423393413833240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107423393413833240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-eye-so-somehow-my-friend-accidently.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107415236763542790</id><published>2004-01-15T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T01:41:18.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey guysFree advertising here. I'm selling something on eBay, so if you're interested in a KOSS AM/FM Armband Radio, please follow the link.It's a great deal, and if you let me know that it was you who won the bid, I may just wave the shipping fee.  Thanks!KOSS Armband Radio!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107415236763542790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107415236763542790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107415236763542790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107415236763542790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/01/hey-guys-free-advertising-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107371865711401532</id><published>2004-01-10T01:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T01:12:41.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These things Just Kinda Fall into your LapSo I've decided not to pursue a dual degree, and just graduate with a degree in Advertising.  It's a little dissapointing with all the hard work in Spanish that I put in, but I still have a concentration (minor in the college of communication).I was also labeled as an artist.  I've been working on stuff that requires some graphic design at my new job,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107371865711401532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107371865711401532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107371865711401532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107371865711401532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/01/these-things-just-kinda-fall-into-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107363064254186840</id><published>2004-01-09T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:45:45.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, Ok so I've been finicky about what I want my blog to look like.  I think this simple one will just have to do for a while.  The others were hard to read or from someone else's idea.  I just took this one from blogger and personalized it.  Anyway, I hope it brings a little more peace to your eyes to see a more permanent blog template on my site.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107363064254186840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107363064254186840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107363064254186840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107363064254186840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/01/ok-ok-so-ive-been-finicky-about-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107337297485936770</id><published>2004-01-06T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T02:31:27.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today while working with some new kickboxers, I was told by one of them that they wouldn't want to meet me in a dark alley, or fight me in the room for that matter.  I wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or as an insult.  So I took it as a compliment and hit just a teency bit harder.  Then her friend popped herself in the mouth whilst I was kicking.  And I wasn't kicking full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107337297485936770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107337297485936770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107337297485936770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107337297485936770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-today-while-working-with-some-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107308482470214322</id><published>2004-01-02T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T17:08:39.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a pretty good New Year's.  I hope the rest of the year reflects my rockin' New Year's Eve or at least some aspects of it.My friends Issa and Kristy went downtown with me to see some live music.  We saw Canvas, Pushmonkey, and Vallejo.  This was actually my first live music experience in Austin, not counting the Incubus concert.  It was a good show and I was impressed.  I definitely want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107308482470214322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107308482470214322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107308482470214322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107308482470214322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-had-pretty-good-new-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107276906279480456</id><published>2003-12-30T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T01:25:52.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Backrolls and love handles are UGLY."Do you SEE how society molds women?!?!This quote was taken from a commercial for a new age girdle on the SOAP network.  I love soaps but not the advertisements that go with them.  :(  Stupid advertising ;) heh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107276906279480456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107276906279480456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107276906279480456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107276906279480456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/12/backrolls-and-love-handles-are-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107268277130945023</id><published>2003-12-29T01:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T01:27:39.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Christmas.  Fabulous gifts.Too much wonderful food. New furniture.Holiday blues.Bittersweet year coming to an end.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107268277130945023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107268277130945023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107268277130945023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107268277130945023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/12/good-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107178196549224915</id><published>2003-12-18T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T15:14:00.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free fucking country so I'm gonna fucking post when I fucking want and I'm never going to stop fucking around on Thursday!  Hell no we won't go!  Hell no we won't go!  Hell no we won't go!  Hell no we won't go!Wocka Wocka WeekliesWhy is it hard for a ghost to tell a lie?Because you can see right through him.Wocka-fucking-wocka  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107178196549224915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107178196549224915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107178196549224915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107178196549224915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/12/free-fucking-country-so-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107160531684386721</id><published>2003-12-16T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T14:09:49.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finals are over, so is this semester.  I couldn't be more relieved.  It was probably the worst semester in the history of my going to UT.  I think I may be pulling off all B's, thankfully, although I worked incredibly hard just to achieve that.  I just wanted to say sorry to anyone who I neglected this semester.  It wasn't out of purpose, it's just the way things were working for me, and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107160531684386721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107160531684386721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107160531684386721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107160531684386721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/12/finals-are-over-so-is-this-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107142759163322351</id><published>2003-12-14T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T12:47:40.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is an important day in history, so take note:Today the U.S. soldiers stationed in Iraq captured Saddam Hussein.  My question at this point is just simply:  what's next?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107142759163322351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107142759163322351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107142759163322351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107142759163322351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/12/this-is-important-day-in-history-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107127221475451434</id><published>2003-12-12T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:38:01.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanna hear about a shitty day?!?SO this morning i had a 9 am final for advertising...it wasn't cumulative, but the bastards made it so fucking hard!  yeah 2 hours later i got my grade and was unpleasantly surprised that I had failed it.  I was studying for my hard advertising class' final that's tomorrow night and looked at the clock to realize it was 12:10 and i had to be at work at 12:30.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107127221475451434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107127221475451434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107127221475451434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107127221475451434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/12/wanna-hear-about-shitty-day-so-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107120370001096192</id><published>2003-12-11T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:36:05.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wocka Wocka WeekliesA frog walks into a bank and says "I wanna loan." "Well Mr.. frog, go over there to Mrs. Black's desk, she is the loan manager, I'm sure she will be happy to talk to you," The head desk says. The frog hops over to Mrs. Patty Black's desk and says, "I wanna loan." Mrs. Black says, "Well Mr. Frog, we will have to get some paperwork for you to sign, so if you will wait </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107120370001096192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107120370001096192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107120370001096192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107120370001096192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/12/wocka-wocka-weeklies-frog-walks-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107060338340012400</id><published>2003-12-04T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T23:50:52.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So nobody cries about a stolen day, I've decided to take the last available label that I can assign to a certain day.  Although, it may not be a certain day, as per the new name, but it will be a weekly occurrence.  So I thus introduce to you: Wocka Wocka Weeklies I'll try to keep them clean and corny, just like the Tacky Thursdays promised.  So here's this week's wocka wocka:God didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107060338340012400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107060338340012400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107060338340012400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107060338340012400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/12/so-nobody-cries-about-stolen-day-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107043205596970326</id><published>2003-12-03T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:15:33.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was SOOO excited today!  I found my favorite Costa Rican dish at Walmart tonight:  Gallo pinto!  It's flavored rice with black beans.  It rocks, I just made it and, it's not the same as being in Costa Rica, but it's pretty damn good!  Hooray for gallo pinto!!!  *happy happy happy*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107043205596970326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107043205596970326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107043205596970326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107043205596970326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-was-sooo-excited-today-i-found-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537889.post-107025301720217783</id><published>2003-11-30T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T22:31:47.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yep, it's all fun and games until reality lands a right hook upside your head.Or Larry for that matter.  Man my head still hurts from sparring yesterday...cause I don't think I have a hangover anymore.  Seriously, my eyes were rolling around in my head after he hit me.  Scary stuff.Thanksgiving was nice and restful.  We went over to my mom's cousin's house for dinner.  It was just our 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/feeds/107025301720217783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3537889&amp;postID=107025301720217783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107025301720217783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3537889/posts/default/107025301720217783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachblossom.blogspot.com/2003/11/yep-its-all-fun-and-games-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654682406744308409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
