<?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-3491874</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:18:21.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexa</title><subtitle type='html'>A little of this and a little of that.  I'm not what you'd call normal, nor am I stable; but really, is anyone?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>605</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114963718314260547</id><published>2006-06-06T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:39:43.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have the best friends ever.I barge in on Evan and Mel`s home and lives for two weeks, and what do they do?  That`s right, they buy me flowers.I hope I get the chance to return the favour; I`m going to miss them!No, I`m not coming home yet, but they went away on vacation today, so it`s just Brodie and I for the next couple of days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114963718314260547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114963718314260547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114963718314260547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114963718314260547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-best-friends-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114947433354241245</id><published>2006-06-04T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:25:33.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don`t like green eggs and ham;I don`t like them Sam I am.In other news, I went on a music shopping spree Friday night.  As I walked out of Cox Electronics after being told that my contract with Aliant was finished and I did not owe them any money, I spotted some choice albums at HMV, they were on sale...I bought James Blunt: Back to Bedlam, Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals: Live From Mars,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114947433354241245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114947433354241245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114947433354241245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114947433354241245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-like-green-eggs-and-ham-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114890551425283227</id><published>2006-05-29T09:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:25:15.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114890551425283227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114890551425283227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114890551425283227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114890551425283227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114857321156301765</id><published>2006-05-25T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:06:51.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am alive; I am in Fredericton; Europe was amazing, and I will post stories and pictures as soon as I am able.  Do not worry, as my usual overly fussy self, I have documented everything.  I may continue to be post-less for awhile until I get settled.  My start date has been changed to June 19th.  I will be flying out west June 15th, but living in temporary accomodations for a couple of months.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114857321156301765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114857321156301765' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114857321156301765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114857321156301765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-alive-i-am-in-fredericton-europe.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114598736530359371</id><published>2006-04-25T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:50:37.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is random and insane.  I have had the most ridiculous few weeks ever, but I think things will turn out.  Tonight I fly to Paris.  I am escaping reality for three weeks.  When I get back I will be heading back to Fredericton for a bit to finish my senior project.  This semester ended on a very rocky note, but after getting some marks back today I feel a little less frightened.  Let's hope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114598736530359371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114598736530359371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114598736530359371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114598736530359371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-life-is-random-and-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114463463584791851</id><published>2006-04-09T23:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:03:55.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least effective." -Henry David Thoreau</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114463463584791851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114463463584791851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114463463584791851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114463463584791851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/04/sail-play-of-its-pulse-so-like-our-own.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114420922109314628</id><published>2006-04-05T00:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:53:41.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One step closer.-Thanks for the pictures Sam ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114420922109314628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114420922109314628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114420922109314628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114420922109314628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-step-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114393994509434529</id><published>2006-04-01T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:05:45.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm slightly jealous of Mom and the girls...They we just in the British Virgin Islands on a charter.Next time, Greece, and I'm coming too.In other news: Yay pub crawl.  What a night...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114393994509434529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114393994509434529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114393994509434529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114393994509434529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-im-slightly-jealous-of-mom-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114352677813749283</id><published>2006-03-28T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T02:19:38.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flash back to my childhood.Did any of you take swimming lessons at the Charlottetown YMCA?  I went to the Y for tumbling turtles, and later gym and swim.  One of the exercises was intended to teach us how to dive.  The problem: it involved jumping off a plywood box at the end of the pool.  Those of you who know me well, know I have a fear of jumping off of anything, big or small.  There were no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114352677813749283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114352677813749283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114352677813749283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114352677813749283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/flash-back-to-my-childhood.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114341782842087443</id><published>2006-03-26T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:06:40.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was the Mechanical Engineering Banquet.  It was a great night and everyone had an awesome time.  The pictures speak for themselves.The UPEI CrewCongratulations KathleenOur Celestial MCs"I must have stuck it somewhere I shouldn't"This can only lead to chaosBottom's upGoodtime girlsT-R-O-U-B-L-EI was way too excitedThanks Vince for amazing pictures, as usual</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114341782842087443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114341782842087443' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114341782842087443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114341782842087443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-was-mechanical-engineering.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114288786274386704</id><published>2006-03-20T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:51:02.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please pass this on to anyone who might be interested:HP Pavillion zt1185 Pentium 4 1.5GHz 512Mb RAM, 15” SXGA display (1440x1050), 40Gb/5400rpm Seagate HDD, Sony CD-RW/DVD, SD card slot, IEEE1394/firewire, S-video, infrared, 2xUSB, 802.11b PCMCIA card and HP recovery cds included - $700 OBO.4.4 Cu. Ft. white bar fridge - freezer, crisper, push button defrost - $100.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114288786274386704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114288786274386704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114288786274386704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114288786274386704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/please-pass-this-on-to-anyone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114257724933779876</id><published>2006-03-16T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T02:34:09.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Evan's tonight to work on an assignment, because whether or not it gets done faster doesn't matter, I always seem to learn more when we work together and actually get to enjoy social interaction.  It took us a couple of hours to get absolutely no where on the assignment and for me to reach breaking point.  I cried, Mel laughed, I was greatful that she did.  We finally got two problems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114257724933779876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114257724933779876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114257724933779876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114257724933779876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-went-to-evans-tonight-to_114257724933779876.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114239036021819303</id><published>2006-03-14T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:39:20.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overwhelmed by the people around me.  Overwhelmed by simple events.  Overwhelmed by my own frustrations.I sat down, watched a movie, now I'm going to get a snack and do some work.Some people just want to be left alone, others just need a little company.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114239036021819303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114239036021819303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114239036021819303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114239036021819303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/overwhelmed-by-people-around-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114238200458107160</id><published>2006-03-14T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:20:04.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Foiled again.  Apparently if you want to be seen at a clinic in Fredericton you have to arrive before it even opens.  At seven o'clock tonight, registration had already long been closed for a clinic that is open until ten.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114238200458107160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114238200458107160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114238200458107160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114238200458107160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/foiled-again.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114220837723694891</id><published>2006-03-12T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:06:17.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some days I feel like the scum on the bottom of the pool.  People hardly ever bother to do anything about the scum on the bottom of the pool; the floating scum has the potential to get on swimmers but the settled scum just sits there.  No one cares what the horrible potential to do harm of the scum on the bottom may be.When I have the urge to go crawl under a rock, it's generally not because I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114220837723694891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114220837723694891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114220837723694891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114220837723694891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-days-i-feel-like-scum-on-bottom.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114220424491355366</id><published>2006-03-12T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:57:24.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a day of randomness.  A few examples: Mom called, from the Caribbean, this morning; I arrived at the grocery store five minutes before it opened; my chair broke for no apparent reason.  The chair had me a little ticked off; it was my rolling desk chair.  I pushed it back with no more force than usual and in doing so felt the chair drop, so I jumped up, stumbled and fell.  Turns out one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114220424491355366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114220424491355366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114220424491355366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114220424491355366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-day-of-randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114202067044761006</id><published>2006-03-10T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:57:50.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I return to Fredericton only to be reminded of why I hate this place.  I went to go to the school clinic right after lunch and it was closed; every other day this week it was open only in the afternoon, but today it was open only in the morning.  I have added to my list of symptoms: a lump on my neck that appears to be beating.  I could go to the hospital, but am discouraged by the expected eight</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114202067044761006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114202067044761006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114202067044761006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114202067044761006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-return-to-fredericton-only-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114199926972409207</id><published>2006-03-10T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:01:09.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I killed what I do believe may be the largest "wild" insect I have ever seen.  It was crawling up my bedroom wall.  So incredibly disgusting it's not even funny.  Of course I didn't manage to pull it off without squeals from both Erin and I.  Now I think I need to go to the clinic, but I've been procrastinating.  My throat is completely raw and swollen.  Lex = not impressed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114199926972409207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114199926972409207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114199926972409207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114199926972409207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-i-killed-what-i-do-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114165616729677446</id><published>2006-03-06T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:42:48.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so being home isn't so bad.  A little shopping (okay, a lot of shopping) with the girls made me feel all better.  Then Daddy made delicious pizza for all of my favorite girls.  Now I need to get out of the house again, but not because I'm going crazy, just because I can't breathe.  Time for some fresh air.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114165616729677446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114165616729677446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114165616729677446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114165616729677446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-so-being-home-isnt-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114143492603885077</id><published>2006-03-03T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:15:26.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knew I didn't want to come home.  I've been home for an hour and I already want to leave.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114143492603885077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114143492603885077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114143492603885077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114143492603885077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-knew-i-didnt-want-to-come-home.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114136734463410014</id><published>2006-03-03T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T02:29:04.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...maybe even angry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114136734463410014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114136734463410014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114136734463410014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114136734463410014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114136706494525916</id><published>2006-03-03T02:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T02:24:24.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slightly frustrated...just slightly.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114136706494525916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114136706494525916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114136706494525916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114136706494525916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/slightly-frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114124707197324530</id><published>2006-03-01T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:04:31.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is kind of exciting:Starting June 17, 2006, we’ll have the only daily non-stop service of any carrier between Fort McMurray and Toronto! - Air CanadaOkay, so not super exciting, but for me it's a little exciting - two flights instead of three.</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114121114329107500</id><published>2006-03-01T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:05:43.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to self: sleeping until supper results in staying up all night.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114121114329107500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114121114329107500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114121114329107500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114121114329107500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/03/note-to-self-sleeping-until-supper.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114117495042514373</id><published>2006-02-28T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:02:30.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is too much pink even for me I think...oh well, deal with it for now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114117495042514373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114117495042514373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114117495042514373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114117495042514373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-too-much-pink-even-for-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114117254348283098</id><published>2006-02-28T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:22:23.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still need to fix the black text, but in other news, UNB student pages aren't working?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114117254348283098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114117254348283098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114117254348283098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114117254348283098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-need-to-fix-black-text-but-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114110794495346326</id><published>2006-02-28T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:25:44.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Could someone please explain to me (without a lecture) why my text is black???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114110794495346326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114110794495346326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114110794495346326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114110794495346326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/could-someone-please-explain-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114101385946639496</id><published>2006-02-27T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:17:39.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At present I am confused; I am frustrated.  So many things are contributing to these feelings.  So many of these issues could be taken care of if I would just stand up and say what I have to say, and do what I have to do.  At present I am not feeling strong.I have been apathetic, and it's catching up to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114101385946639496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114101385946639496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114101385946639496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114101385946639496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-present-i-am-confused-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114087881305889771</id><published>2006-02-25T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:46:53.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my new ThinkPad yesterday, and spent most of the day playing with it.  Then I finished off the day by scrubbing the tub, pouring a bath, pouring a glass of wine, grabbing a fashion mag, and totally relaxing.  It totally rejuvinated me, but I had this wierd feeling of - I should be doing something else, or - I should be somewhere else.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114087881305889771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114087881305889771' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114087881305889771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114087881305889771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-my-new-thinkpad-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114057968228798726</id><published>2006-02-21T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:41:22.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm reading Marie Claire, and there's a blurb called, "How to...Jump-start your Car."  It then proceeds to tell you how to boost your car.  If you need to read it, you likely don't know the difference between the two and would be easily mislead.  I'm slightly disgruntled.A few of us hit up the Bowl-A-Drome tonight, then went to Harvey's after - I'm scared the Harvey's is going to give me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114057968228798726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114057968228798726' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114057968228798726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114057968228798726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-reading-marie-claire-and-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114046318448893489</id><published>2006-02-20T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:19:44.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The day has come when Macs are no longer immune.  It's okay B, don't cry.Read more.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114046318448893489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114046318448893489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114046318448893489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114046318448893489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-has-come-when-macs-are-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114040639256284193</id><published>2006-02-19T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:33:12.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling kind of in a low spot today.  I need to get myself on track and stay there.  I forgot about our law midterm tomorrow, that's a little frustrating.  I have dishes and laundry to do and assignments to finish.  I have ongoing projects to get back on track.  I have serious banking to do.  I haven't even turned the page of my calendar away from January yet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114040639256284193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114040639256284193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114040639256284193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114040639256284193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-feeling-kind-of-in-low-spot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114015020881483170</id><published>2006-02-17T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:23:28.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I decided to check up on our Olympic results, and wandered over to the biathlon section; anyone else remember the name Jean-Philippe LeGuellec?  We raced against him in the '90s, and now he's at the Olympics; I thought that was pretty damn cool.  (Yes, I do realise that Sam is the only one who reads this that would have any clue what I'm talking about.  I still think it's cool.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114015020881483170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114015020881483170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114015020881483170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114015020881483170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-decided-to-check-up-on-our.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-114014792640281720</id><published>2006-02-16T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:45:26.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay Jeff Buttle!  He just won bronze in the men's figure skating.  He's officially my new favorite skater.  And for those who may be interested but haven't been watching, Becky Scott and Sara Renner won silver in the xc classic sprint on Tuesday.In other news, I just bought a computer: a thinkpad T42.  The excitement won't hit me until I can actually hold it in my hands; it should be here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114014792640281720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114014792640281720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114014792640281720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114014792640281720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay-jeff-buttle-he-just-won-bronze-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114005298900503981</id><published>2006-02-15T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:23:09.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I need to start from the beginning and be taught what a transformer is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114005298900503981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114005298900503981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114005298900503981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114005298900503981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-i-need-to-start-from-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-114003810991119796</id><published>2006-02-15T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:15:09.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to self: scroll bars look less pretty in Mozilla browsers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/114003810991119796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=114003810991119796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114003810991119796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/114003810991119796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/note-to-self-scroll-bars-look-less.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113978484755491095</id><published>2006-02-12T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:54:07.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have had a wonderful weekend.  I've had a couple of great, not too crazy, nights and a couple of great days, with a significant amount of work done and a great ballet class.  It's amazing how much better I feel I dance when I'm in a good mood and not stressed.  Distractions can be beneficial.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113978484755491095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113978484755491095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113978484755491095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113978484755491095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-had-wonderful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113942480904064507</id><published>2006-02-08T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:53:29.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, it's done.  As of May 29, 2006, I will be a Syncrude employee.  That means that right after graduation, I will be moving to Fort McMurray, Alberta.  I'm scared.  I don't wanna grow up!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113942480904064507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113942480904064507' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113942480904064507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113942480904064507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-its-done.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113932325725343699</id><published>2006-02-07T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:40:57.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The lighting is wrong, and the webcam doesn't do it justice, but you'll just have to wait for something better:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113932325725343699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113932325725343699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113932325725343699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113932325725343699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/lighting-is-wrong-and-webcam-doesnt-do.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113883662115879121</id><published>2006-02-01T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:30:21.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just painted my nails and the fumes are so potent I feel as though I might pass out.  No where on the bottle does it say anything about the necessity of a "well ventilated area".  Is that legal?  I think I need to lie down...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113883662115879121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113883662115879121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113883662115879121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113883662115879121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-painted-my-nails-and-fumes-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113877214182526028</id><published>2006-02-01T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:38:32.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, now that my grad pics have been taken, it's time to shake things up a little. Mel has volunteered to be my hair stylist for the day, and I've picked the color, but don't know where to put it yet. This is where you come in - tell me what you think I should do! (Yes, I need a cut to spunk in up too, but I'm not doing that yet.) This is my hair on a usual boring day.This is what it looks like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113877214182526028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113877214182526028' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113877214182526028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113877214182526028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-now-that-my-grad-pics-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113857819506384653</id><published>2006-01-29T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:43:18.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend update - it was fairly eventful.The DO M.E. Pubcrawl, Friday night.Julien, sporting the top ten reasons to be in M.E.The chaos begins.  (Lex, Mel, Nigel, Michel, and Jon)Vince and Kathleen are obviously still warming up.  (Background: Steve and Tim)Eddie providing commentary on the attack of the innocent Kathleen and Alexa.And we danced the night away. (Mel, Lex, John, Kathleen, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113857819506384653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113857819506384653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113857819506384653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113857819506384653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-update-it-was-fairly-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113834117195528381</id><published>2006-01-27T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:52:52.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn you Jeff!  Yet I'm doing it anyway, but I'm reducing the lists to three.Three Jobs You've Had In Your Life:1. Syncrude - Sucking money out of the ground 101.  My one and only engineering job held more opportunities than I ever could have imagined.2. Bartending - I swore I would never do it, then I turned 19.  The entertainment was almost worth it.3. Teaching sailing has been my stand-by job.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113834117195528381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113834117195528381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113834117195528381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113834117195528381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/damn-you-jeff-yet-im-doing-it-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113825094869032200</id><published>2006-01-26T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:51:48.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a great night.  The snow was fast and clean, and my skis were running beautifully in nice smooth s-turns, until *THWAP!* After a jolting blow, I flew into the air, wrenching my knee as my boots pulled out of my skis, losing my poles, and tumbling in a cloud of white fluff.  Some tall, lanky foreign man in an impressive purple ski suit had just run me over.  Although I had been skiing in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113825094869032200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113825094869032200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113825094869032200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113825094869032200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-great-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113817316675374649</id><published>2006-01-25T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T03:12:46.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I just now realised that in Time Running Tegan sings "my sad thoughts float" while all this time I thought she sang "my sandbox floats".  I always thought that was a little odd.  It's amazing what you hear when everything else is silent.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113817316675374649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113817316675374649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113817316675374649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113817316675374649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow-i-just-now-realised-that-in-time.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113814022015894193</id><published>2006-01-24T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:05:55.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kudos Dad, you must be doing something right ;)The Guardian, January 20, 2006The Mystery System comes to Brennan'sMacLean, Todd "Where: Brennan's Pub: the most interesting bar in Charlottetown." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113814022015894193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113814022015894193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113814022015894193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113814022015894193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/kudos-dad-you-must-be-doing-something.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113813216971233860</id><published>2006-01-24T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:49:29.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Graduation?  Did someone say graduation?I know some of us have been wondering about the exact details, so for those of you who simply delete you newsletters, here they are.The University of New Brunswick in Fredericton will hold three graduation ceremonies at the Aitken University Centre for Encaenia 2006.Thursday, May 18, 2006, at 2 p.m. Degrees will be awarded to students in the faculties of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113813216971233860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113813216971233860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113813216971233860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113813216971233860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/graduation-did-someone-say-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113808999915333706</id><published>2006-01-24T04:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T04:06:39.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Though not quite as extreme, I now have that same uncomfortable feeling that I did after the last US election.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113808999915333706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113808999915333706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113808999915333706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113808999915333706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/though-not-quite-as-extreme-i-now-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113799426795622068</id><published>2006-01-23T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T01:31:08.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid Sundays.  I never seem to have accomplished a pleasing enough amount to go to bed at a reasonable hour on Sundays.  This is more due to my incredible ability to waste time than anything else.  Earlier this week Noel and I were discussing how we missed the fun we had last year.Then on Tuesday I went to kareokee; odd coincidence in my opinion.  Last night I was supposed to go out with some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113799426795622068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113799426795622068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113799426795622068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113799426795622068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/stupid-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113790809355737727</id><published>2006-01-22T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:34:53.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't eaten much in the past day or so; so after three pints tonight, I appear to be slightly intoxicated.  I tried to pour myself I glass of water, but ended up with one wet leg.  I'm also feeling slightly alone, (translation: in need of company.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113790809355737727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113790809355737727' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113790809355737727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113790809355737727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-havent-eaten-much-in-past-day-or-so.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113738128653259559</id><published>2006-01-15T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:14:46.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loving the dance.  I think I'm improving a little bit.  Unfortunately it's my core strength that's lacking and I haven't worked up the ambition to do something about it.  I wore my new leg warmers for the first time today, but they're a little loose for dance, so I'm sticking to wearing them casually.Excuse the out of focus camera, I was lazy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113738128653259559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113738128653259559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113738128653259559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113738128653259559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/loving-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113730282994715331</id><published>2006-01-15T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:27:09.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went out for Vince's B-day tonight and had a great time with a totally random group of people that I don't know at all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113730282994715331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113730282994715331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113730282994715331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113730282994715331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-out-for-vinces-b-day-tonight-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113718962168394327</id><published>2006-01-13T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T18:00:21.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a comforting sight I haven't seen in awhile.Wednesday night I went skiing at Crabbe with some other mechies and people from the house.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113718962168394327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113718962168394327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113718962168394327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113718962168394327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-comforting-sight-i-havent-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113690709678979960</id><published>2006-01-10T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:31:36.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two very important, very grown-up events in my life have recently taken place.  Or at least they're very important and very grown-up in my opinion.1. I got contacts!2. I bought a ticket to Paris!I fly out of Charlottetown on April 25th (the day after exams finish), arriving early the morning of the 26th, and leave Paris May 16th (the day before graduation) to return home.  I'm going to do some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113690709678979960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113690709678979960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113690709678979960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113690709678979960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-very-important-very-grown-up.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113675163320596955</id><published>2006-01-08T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T16:20:33.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate how the first class after the holidays is always such a wake up call.  I just came from ballet, and every part of my body aches; my positioning was all wrong, and my muscles were all stiff.  I don't want to do work, I want to take a nice warm bubble bath.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113675163320596955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113675163320596955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113675163320596955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113675163320596955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-how-first-class-after-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113642513961345876</id><published>2006-01-04T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:39:02.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a break.  I feel totally spoiled.  I got to do such a multitude of wonderful, relaxing things that I miss:Lunch with LindaTV night with Ang and RyanVisit with GrandmotherScrabble night with MomLunch with CoryNYE at Mur'sBrunch at the Delta...and so many other relaxing favorites.  I feel like it's been so long since I've gotten to do any of those things.  I ended up a litte stressed at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113642513961345876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113642513961345876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113642513961345876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113642513961345876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-break.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113565931073978759</id><published>2005-12-27T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:55:10.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another semester, another birthday, another Christmas, gone already.  I think this has been one of the most relaxing holidays yet.  The stars seem to be aligned.  Mom and I have given up on being women who do too much.  (Yes, there is indeed a copy of that book somewhere in our house, mock if you wish.)  I finished my course work on time, and appear to have passed everything.  I had my shopping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113565931073978759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113565931073978759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113565931073978759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113565931073978759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-semester-another-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113495693958905925</id><published>2005-12-18T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:48:59.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is it.  I just finished writing my Non-Destructive Testing take-home exam.  Okay, so it's almost it; I'm going to take the bus home tomorrow at lunch and edit it on the way.  I should be home around 4:30 PM.  We'll see...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113495693958905925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113495693958905925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113495693958905925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113495693958905925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113476897556772414</id><published>2005-12-16T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:36:15.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is it with me and stemware?  I just broke a cocktail glass...and I'm not even drinking!  So now I'm sitting at my desk surrounded by shards of glass trying to convince myself to get up and get the vacuum.  This all started because I was too lazy to get up and knocked the glass down reaching for something else.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113476897556772414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113476897556772414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113476897556772414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113476897556772414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-is-it-with-me-and-stemware-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113469058566123607</id><published>2005-12-15T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:49:45.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be a follower and actually post this:If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.And yes, this applies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113469058566123607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113469058566123607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113469058566123607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113469058566123607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-going-to-be-follower-and-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113466650366509828</id><published>2005-12-15T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:08:23.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I lay thinking about things I would like to say allowed but, knowing they would be downright inappropriate, keep them to myself.  Sometimes they are stressful thoughts about things I was supposed to have finished and haven't even looked at.  Sometimes they are depressing thoughts that would hurt those around me.  Then, sometimes they are exciting thoughts that make me giggle to myself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113466650366509828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113466650366509828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113466650366509828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113466650366509828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/sometimes-i-lay-thinking-about-things.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113427499733754090</id><published>2005-12-10T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:33:21.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has likely been the most challenging year of my short life.I always believed that we are strong and can do anything we put our minds to.  I preach this to those around me that I love so dearly.  We never do practice what we preach.  The most confusing of all is figuring out what it is that you want enough to put your mind to.In highschool I tried to figure out what it was that I found </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113427499733754090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113427499733754090' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113427499733754090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113427499733754090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-has-likely-been-most-challenging.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113402389752087449</id><published>2005-12-08T02:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:38:17.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big ups to Sharon for being a very cool host!  (Yes Chris, you get credit too.)  I will sooo use my "holiday" tree eraser for exams.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113402389752087449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113402389752087449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113402389752087449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113402389752087449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/big-ups-to-sharon-for-being-very-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113384530297717103</id><published>2005-12-06T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:01:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know how sometimes I get totally sidetracked?  Well that's me, right now.  I'm sitting here at one in the morning surrounded by rice cake crumbs, bidding on lipstick on ebay, when I need to finish writing part of our report.  Shoot me now!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113384530297717103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113384530297717103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113384530297717103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113384530297717103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-know-how-sometimes-i-get-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113381598571793687</id><published>2005-12-05T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:53:05.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another infomative message from PK:Dryer Filters Need Cleaning!Subject: dryer filter cleaning@!!   A house just burned down on Cape Island last week and they say it started with the dryer! Then I got this email. I tried it too and it was the same thing...the water pooled on top of the filter. So read on to find out what I'm talking about.   Subject: Filter Cleaning--not a jokeA friend sent this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113381598571793687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113381598571793687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113381598571793687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113381598571793687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-infomative-message-from-pk.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113374985802332622</id><published>2005-12-04T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:46:14.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More from our adventures in New York Sunday afternoon we got a chance to head into Manhattan, so we took the Long Island Rail Road into the city and wandered 5th Avenue, then headed to Greenwich Village for supper.Kierpaso in the Empire State Building.Me in front of a very Christmassy Macy's.The season was even evident inside Saks.Rockefeller Center, pre-tree-lighting.Dad and I peeked our heads </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113374985802332622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113374985802332622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113374985802332622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113374985802332622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-from-our-adventures-in-new-york.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113367547413840399</id><published>2005-12-04T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:52:39.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I satiated myself with shopping therapy this weekend. The list is long, too long: Grey Tommy Hilfiger skirt suit - retail: $360, Winner's price: $76 Chocolate brown knee length a-line suede skirt - sale price $15.99 Theraband Christmas cards Ink Eyeshadow Secret Christmas gifts...and the list goes on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113367547413840399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113367547413840399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113367547413840399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113367547413840399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-satiated-myself-with-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113332533597178279</id><published>2005-11-30T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:55:52.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shenanigans of a Connolly wedding on Long Island, New York. Crazy driver man, headed South on I-95.  Dad and I at the rehersal party Friday night.  The limo took us to the church on time.  Limo driver Dad. (Not really, but we let him pretend.)  My cousin Emily and I waiting to go inside.  The happy couple leaving the church.  Charlie and Christine cutting their cake.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113332533597178279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113332533597178279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113332533597178279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113332533597178279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/shenanigans-of-connolly-wedding-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113323953640416148</id><published>2005-11-29T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:45:36.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am alive and back from NYC.  More later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113323953640416148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113323953640416148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113323953640416148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113323953640416148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-alive-and-back-from-nyc.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113277813284779722</id><published>2005-11-23T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:35:32.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it turns out Dad's picking me up after class tomorrow and we're driving to Long Island.  His cousin is getting married on Saturday afternoon.  It will be a quick trip with a lot of driving.  Hopefully we won't kill each other.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113277813284779722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113277813284779722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113277813284779722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113277813284779722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-it-turns-out-dads-picking-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113224143465696499</id><published>2005-11-17T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:30:34.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am me.  I cannot be perfect.  I only have to be the best that I can be.I forget that sometimes...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113224143465696499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113224143465696499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113224143465696499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113224143465696499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113220022848527216</id><published>2005-11-16T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:03:48.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I meet with one of my professors to beg him to be my faculty advisor on a project I don't even want to do.  How do I convice someone else that it's a wonderful idea when I don't believe it myself?  I caught myself thinking today, "I hope other people don't think I'm as crazy as I do."  What if they do?  Chatting with classmates lately has made me more confident that I'm not the only one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113220022848527216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113220022848527216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113220022848527216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113220022848527216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/tomorrow-i-meet-with-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113201830834462070</id><published>2005-11-14T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:31:48.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom sent me this tonight, and although it has a little of that forwarded email mush crap, the core of the message is very true and worth passing on.Neurologists can totally reverse the effects of a stroke if they can get to the patient within 3 hrs of onset.The tough part is getting a stroke recognized &amp; diagnosed.A True Story . . .Suzie didn't appear to be having a stroke.She could converse, to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113201830834462070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113201830834462070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113201830834462070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113201830834462070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/mom-sent-me-this-tonight-and-although.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113164651841281249</id><published>2005-11-10T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T14:15:18.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two hours to finish my lab write up and throw some things in a bag.  Then it's off to my lab, then home to The Island.  (Yes, I did just capitalise The Island, if you're from there you understand; if you're not, deal with it.)  I'm hoping to have a date with Dad at some point and go shoot some pool or something.  We could use some bonding time.  I'm also hoping for some delicious food.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113164651841281249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113164651841281249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113164651841281249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113164651841281249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-hours-to-finish-my-lab-write-up.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113138401601462138</id><published>2005-11-07T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:20:16.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That was the most bizarre lunch ever.  I went down to the cafeteria and it was packed.  I found an empty spot by a couple of my housemates who I don't often eat with.  The both stared at me; not an evil glare stare, more of a look at the zoo animal stare."What?" I said."It's a clock."  What the hell?  He was looking at my cell phone..."There's one on your wrist too," he says.  I start eating my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113138401601462138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113138401601462138' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113138401601462138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113138401601462138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-was-most-bizarre-lunch-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113137825408607583</id><published>2005-11-07T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:44:14.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Monday...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113137825408607583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113137825408607583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113137825408607583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113137825408607583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113129091778936616</id><published>2005-11-06T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T11:28:42.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been having a wicked case of the sleep-ins lately.  I have to admit though, it is quite nice on the weekend.  What I miss is being woken up by someone stirring in the kitchen.  Living alone I have no one inspire me to get out of bed, no roomates with crazy plans for the day ahead, no Mom making coffee and breakfast, only my little alarm clock saying "don't sleep all day!"  Has that been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113129091778936616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113129091778936616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113129091778936616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113129091778936616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-having-wicked-case-of-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113112470130161774</id><published>2005-11-04T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:18:21.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently Montreal will be hosting the first World OutGames this summer.  I didn't occur to me until I started reading, they mean "out" as in "out of the closet!"  I believe in treating everyone equally, and I think this event is a major contradiction of this belief.  If you take a quick look, this event seems to aim to show off all of the flamboyant stereotypes we have.  It will involve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113112470130161774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113112470130161774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113112470130161774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113112470130161774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/apparently-montreal-will-be-hosting.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113107740432755867</id><published>2005-11-04T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:14:55.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lysol?!?  These make me want to cry...and thank God the world has changed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113107740432755867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113107740432755867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113107740432755867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113107740432755867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/lysol-these-make-me-want-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113104300103288660</id><published>2005-11-03T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:40:41.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been in one of those save the world kind of modes. Okay, so really that's a lie, because we all know I don't care that much. I've been looking at a lot of organic/natural soaps and things because my skin is unhappy with my body wash...Pangea has some appealing products. From their site I browsed to To-Go Ware, where I found this inspiring little note:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113104300103288660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113104300103288660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113104300103288660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113104300103288660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-in-one-of-those-save-world.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113098266005733260</id><published>2005-11-02T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:51:00.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got toys today.  It was a horribly spoiled day.  My phone toys arrived in the mail, so I now have a car charger, and best of all a usb cable and sync-ing software!  Yes, it excites me that my phone and Outlook are now fully synched.  Then I dragged Kev to the grocery store to look at all the yummy food, and got lots of treats.  Mmm!  Lactose-free gouda, pepper salami, green tea, pim's biscuits,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113098266005733260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113098266005733260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113098266005733260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113098266005733260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-toys-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113046225451209308</id><published>2005-10-27T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:25:22.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My pirate name is:Calico Morgan KiddOften indecisive, you can't even choose a favorite color. You're apt to follow wherever the wind blows you, just like Calico Jack Rackham, your namesake. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!Get your own pirate name from fidius.org. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113046225451209308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113046225451209308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113046225451209308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113046225451209308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-pirate-name-is-calico-morgan-kidd.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113043096705084653</id><published>2005-10-27T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:36:07.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading David Adams Richards' Mercy Among the Children.  It was horribly sad, but well written.  I was most affected by the feeling of a life taken for granted; beauty and love shrugged off and ignored...Now I need something else to read.  Any suggestions?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113043096705084653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113043096705084653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113043096705084653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113043096705084653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-finished-reading-david-adams.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113035690120293509</id><published>2005-10-26T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:01:41.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My feelings about this afternoon's midterm violentlent oppose my feelings after the Manufacturing midterm a few weeks ago.  I'm hoping the marks don't oppose each other quite so violently.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113035690120293509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113035690120293509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113035690120293509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113035690120293509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-feelings-about-this-afternoons.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113028124863662278</id><published>2005-10-25T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:00:48.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss movie nights and the treats we used to make.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113028124863662278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113028124863662278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113028124863662278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113028124863662278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-miss-movie-nights-and-treats-we-used.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113020103824238024</id><published>2005-10-24T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:43:58.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My phone appears to have a particular dislike for Kevin.  When Kevin calls, it just doesn't ring.  (No I don't mean when the ringer is turned off.)  I never discover that he has called until my phone beeps to tell me that I've received a voicemail message.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113020103824238024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113020103824238024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113020103824238024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113020103824238024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-phone-appears-to-have-particular.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113017111943571158</id><published>2005-10-24T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:25:19.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dido - White FlagI know you think that I shouldn't still love you or tell you that.But if I didn't say it well I'd still have felt it,where's the sense in that...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113017111943571158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113017111943571158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113017111943571158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113017111943571158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/dido-white-flag-i-know-you-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-113012773660165198</id><published>2005-10-24T01:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:22:16.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to leave.  I want to pack up my bags and go.  My soul is unsettled.  My brain knows I need to stay.  I feel uncomfortable and uninspired, unwanted and undesired.I feel that this is not the place I am meant to be.  I'm worried that I don't have the drive to turn it all around and make it through.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113012773660165198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113012773660165198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113012773660165198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113012773660165198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-want-to-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491874.post-113008565683643354</id><published>2005-10-23T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:40:56.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hehe...Your Daddy Is Patrick StewartWhat You Call Him: Daddy-oWhy You Love Him: He knows bestWho's Your Daddy?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/113008565683643354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=113008565683643354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113008565683643354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/113008565683643354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112986056010630331</id><published>2005-10-20T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:09:20.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the best site I've seen in a long time.  I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as I do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112986056010630331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112986056010630331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112986056010630331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112986056010630331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-best-site-ive-seen-in-long.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112981103096005522</id><published>2005-10-20T09:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:23:50.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just when I was in self-pity, I need to get out of here mode, two black-and-white warblers landed on my window screen and sang me a little song.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112981103096005522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112981103096005522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112981103096005522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112981103096005522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-when-i-was-in-self-pity-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112979773450053288</id><published>2005-10-20T05:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T05:42:14.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting tired...why do I always leave things until the last minute?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112979773450053288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112979773450053288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112979773450053288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112979773450053288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-getting-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112978361950146101</id><published>2005-10-20T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T01:46:59.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I just went downstairs and there were a half a dozen people in the caf and a dozen in the lounge...do people not sleep?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112978361950146101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112978361950146101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112978361950146101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112978361950146101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow-i-just-went-downstairs-and-there.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112975900824204599</id><published>2005-10-19T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:56:48.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who me?  Wasting time?Fashionista64% Tastefulness, 50% Originality, 57% Deliberateness, 40% Sexiness [Tasteful Original Deliberate Prissy]One is certain: you have great taste and plenty of ideas. You have clearly defined beliefs about what's good and what's bad in fashion but they are far from banal. Stylish and imaginative, you prefer to inspire admiration than to shock and you mostly succeed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112975900824204599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112975900824204599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112975900824204599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112975900824204599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-me-wasting-time-fashionista64.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112968803458417272</id><published>2005-10-18T23:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:13:54.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had my first job interview today.  It was mediocre.  I feel like this is all too quick.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112968803458417272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112968803458417272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112968803458417272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112968803458417272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-my-first-job-interview-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112959840464342245</id><published>2005-10-17T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:20:06.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like this, and I think you will too."In times of change, learners inherit the Earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists." -Eric Hoffer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112959840464342245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112959840464342245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112959840464342245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112959840464342245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-like-this-and-i-think-you-will-too.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112958090443393797</id><published>2005-10-17T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:28:24.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If life gives you lemons make lemonade.My lemonade has been fairly sour these days.  I think it's like every recipe though, with practice you eventually get it right.  Every version takes time to perfect.  I need more time.  Sometimes I feel like I'm jumping ahead of myself.  Like I need to slow down but there's so much to accomplish in life that I'm afraid.  It's odd how people say, "You've got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112958090443393797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112958090443393797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112958090443393797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112958090443393797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-life-gives-you-lemons-make-lemonade.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112943602509131418</id><published>2005-10-16T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:16:31.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The words in bold are mine, the rest is Google:I pray that you will be mine.Google talk a Google Hack by Douwe Osinga</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112943602509131418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112943602509131418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112943602509131418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112943602509131418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/words-in-bold-are-mine-rest-is-google.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112922339768736379</id><published>2005-10-13T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:09:57.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been doing nothing but sleep since I got back from thanksgiving.  I've had a headache since I woke up on Tuesday morning.  This is new to me, headaches don't generally last past that first dose of Extended Relief Tylenol.  For some reason this one just won't go away.  Sleep makes you forget dull pain, so I've been sleeping.  I have a lab this afternoon, and so I have no choice but to get the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112922339768736379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112922339768736379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112922339768736379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112922339768736379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-doing-nothing-but-sleep-since.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491874.post-112922168245281774</id><published>2005-10-13T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:41:22.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought this was absolutely golden.  It's claimed to be an actual billboard from a few years back.  I found it here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/feeds/112922168245281774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3491874&amp;postID=112922168245281774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112922168245281774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491874/posts/default/112922168245281774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-thought-this-was-absolutely-golden.html' title=''/><author><name>lexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725377975468807550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
