<?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-2996085944182616621</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:00:34.392-07:00</updated><category term='Ed and Ashley&apos;s 5 Minute Show'/><category term='personal'/><category term='movies'/><category term='tips'/><category term='Denver'/><category term='Lifehacker'/><category term='graduate school'/><category term='school'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='work'/><category term='conferences'/><category term='5K'/><category term='salsa'/><title type='text'>Snarky's Deep Sea Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Ed. This is my blog. These are my thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3396172814629667452</id><published>2009-08-29T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:13:21.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone!&amp;#160; I just wanted to let you know that I set up Wordpress on my site today and I imported all of this blog.&amp;#160; From now on, I’ll be updating my blog on my site, &lt;a href="http://www.creepyed.com"&gt;http://www.creepyed.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So please check it out and I’ll see you there!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3396172814629667452?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3396172814629667452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3396172814629667452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3396172814629667452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3396172814629667452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/08/major-update.html' title='Major Update!'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-7356324177473791938</id><published>2009-08-15T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:59:21.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduate school'/><title type='text'>8/15/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s back to school time…on tv, in stores, at work.&amp;#160; There’s this Wal-Mart commercial that features parents moving their children into a dorm room.&amp;#160; Somehow, they have completely out-fitted the dorm room with stuff from Wal-Mart.&amp;#160; This made me think of two things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dorm rooms don’t actually look like that.&amp;#160; Things never stay clean, neat, and organized.&amp;#160; Dorm room lies.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Dorm rooms are awful to live in.&amp;#160; You have to put your bedroom, living room, and office all in a small space.&amp;#160; I’m so happy that last year I got to live in a house!&amp;#160; I was able to have my desk, living space, and bed in different rooms!&amp;#160; It’s so nice to spread out amongst rooms, to which my former roommates can attest.&amp;#160; I love my condo because I have a room for my bed, my wardrobe (seriously, my closet is like a room!), TV and living space, and my desk/office.&amp;#160; Oh and a kitchen!&amp;#160; I have a kitchen and dorm rooms don’t have kitchens.&amp;#160; Main point here: dorm rooms are icky because you have to cram three/four rooms into one!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s so odd to not be going back to school, especially when it’s everywhere!&amp;#160; I think I’m glad to finished with my undergraduate degree and in the real world.&amp;#160; Although, it’s true that the grass is always greener on the other side!&amp;#160; Now I want to be able to make my own schedule again so I can do my work between the hours of noon and 3 am.&amp;#160; Of course when I was in school all I wanted was to work during the day and come home at night to my fabulous extra-curricular activities, many of which I have yet to establish.&amp;#160; Now the only choice I have left is graduate school, which will consist of the worst of both worlds.&amp;#160; Someday I will be ready for it, but not quite!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-7356324177473791938?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/7356324177473791938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=7356324177473791938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7356324177473791938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7356324177473791938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/08/81509.html' title='8/15/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3859278009844093587</id><published>2009-08-10T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:08:55.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifehacker'/><title type='text'>8/9/09, cont’d</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I forgot to mention, I just saw this &lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/5332556/learn-how-to-work-a-crowd" target="_blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.lifehacker.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lifehacker&lt;/a&gt; about How to Work a Crowd.  It’s an Ignite Talk, which means it’s awesome.  OK, really it means that the speaker talks about something he/she is passionate about.  He/she has 5 minutes and is limited to 20 PowerPoint slides which advance every 15 seconds.  These talks are the coolest thing!  I watched one about Legos that someone recommended to me.  Anyway, check out this video because it has some awesome tips!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; FLOAT: none; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:5810deae-86f6-4f73-a778-4b8d83db367b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLDJG-F-maQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLDJG-F-maQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3859278009844093587?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3859278009844093587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3859278009844093587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3859278009844093587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3859278009844093587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/08/8909-contd.html' title='8/9/09, cont’d'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8781558939333188334</id><published>2009-08-10T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:08:20.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denver'/><title type='text'>8/9/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I LOVE salsa. Absolutely love it!  Had you asked me earlier in the day, I might have said I love salsa.  Notice the difference?  The first one is all caps.  I know, I know, I’m subtle.  Let’s talk about my salsa life for a post.  On Thursday, I went to La Rumba in downtown Denver.  It was super fun!  It was my first time out dancing in Denver and I met some nice people and some great dancers.  I had heard about a place called Fusion for Friday, but when I looked it up online, I couldn’t find it!  The only description I could find was Downtown Denver, which didn’t exactly help me out.  I looked up some other places to go on Friday and I went to Opal Restaurant and Blue Ice.  Both were supremely lame.  I was wholly unimpressed.  On Saturday night, I returned to La Rumba because I heard there was a live band on Saturdays.  Unfortunately, Saturdays are not like Thursdays.  Again, I was salsa disappointed.  On Thursday, I had heard from more than one person that the place to be on Sunday night was a club on the north side called DNote.  So, tonight I went and checked it out.  It was amazing and so much fun!  I should be in bed or taking a shower so I can get into bed, but my night was so awesome that I had to share it with you, loyal reader!  I saw a couple of people that I saw on Thursday and I really like those people!  Plus, it made me feel like I have friends, here, in Denver.  Isn’t that exciting?!?  One is a man I met on Thursday, who DJs part-time and he introduced me to a dancer who introduced me to another fun dancer tonight!  I’m salsa networking, this is fabulous!!  And I met a woman who just moved here too!  Although she moved from Salt Lake, not quite as far as Indiana, but still, super, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just needed to express how happy I am that tonight was a good night and that I saw people I know which gave me warm fuzzies.  *Sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8781558939333188334?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8781558939333188334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8781558939333188334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8781558939333188334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8781558939333188334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/08/8909.html' title='8/9/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-7432875137460705869</id><published>2009-08-08T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:07:59.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5K'/><title type='text'>8/8/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This week was my first three day weekend. It has been great! Thursday night I went out salsa dancing at La Rumba. *Sigh* I love to dance! So far, Denver has a pretty good scene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was the Aflac Iron Girl 5K. I got up early and went for a 3.1 mile run. And I ran the whole thing, which was my goal! Any sort of training was derailed be traveling and conferences, so I wasn’t sure if I would last 3.1 miles at all. But it was really fun (ok, maybe not at mile marker 2.3) and if you get a chance to do an Iron Girl event, I would highly recommend it! I’ll post pictures of all the stuff I got from it soon. I got to meet up with Karen again. I met Karen at the Pre-Race Clinic on Thursday evening at the Boulder Running Company in Littleton. As it turns out, she does triathlons. I would love to do a triathlon (you know, one of those life dreams), which I told her, and it looks I might start training for one! Although I don’t which one, but that can determined later. Apparently there’s talk of Iron Girl doing a tri in Denver, so that would be pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This afternoon, I went to see Julie &amp;amp; Julia. It was quite fun! Of course, after watching that, I’m even more aware that my kitchen is in complete disarray and that I haven’t cooked anything in months. The closest I’ve come to cooking something is boiling raviolis and steaming frozen peas. I guess I just don’t understand how people have full-time jobs and then come home and cook an elaborate meal. Perhaps they are super-organized, which I am not. Who knows?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As an after thought, I’m experimenting with tags, so please be patient while I figure it out since it’s not really easy in Live Writer. I wonder when it will come out of Beta…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-7432875137460705869?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/7432875137460705869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=7432875137460705869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7432875137460705869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7432875137460705869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/08/8809.html' title='8/8/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4886470957159184945</id><published>2009-08-02T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:17:05.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed and Ashley&apos;s 5 Minute Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>Update: 8/1/09</title><content type='html'>This should be a nice update of everything that’s been going on.&amp;nbsp; Well, perhaps not as thorough as it could be, but maybe a nice overview.&amp;nbsp; I think this post might be lengthy; I thought about separating this post into multiple posts, but decided not to!&amp;nbsp; I have, at least, tried to break it up into sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorado Perceptions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times here in Colorado.&amp;nbsp; It’s been rainy, which apparently isn’t normal.&amp;nbsp; I love rain, so that’s alright, plus the temperatures have been quite enjoyable.&amp;nbsp; Right now, I live in Lakewood and I work in Boulder.&amp;nbsp; This means I drive about 50 minutes to and from work.&amp;nbsp; In my 50 minutes on the road, I’ve noticed that there are a lot of bikers!&amp;nbsp; Driving home in Boulder yesterday, I saw 11 bikers and 7 mountain bikers on trails.&amp;nbsp; I obviously need to step up my biking game.&amp;nbsp; And by step up, I mean, put air in my back tire.&amp;nbsp; And I think I need to fix the chain, something’s off.&lt;br /&gt;Roads are different here.&amp;nbsp; Or at least road signs are.&amp;nbsp; The signs for state roads and interstates are much more helpful here than IN.&amp;nbsp; The signs tell you which lane you need to be in for each direction, dead useful.&amp;nbsp; It might be the fact that I’m driving almost two hours a day, but everything seems farther away here.&amp;nbsp; I haven’t had much time to explore downtown, where I assume things are much closer.&amp;nbsp; This is my first weekend here, and I’ve decided to wile it away by unpacking and taking advantage of the Gap and Banana Republic Friends and Family discount.&amp;nbsp; Can you really ever have enough business casual clothes, especially when that’s what you wear to work?&amp;nbsp; Exactly, I think not!&lt;br /&gt;You, loyal reader (one of the four), may have followed my Twitter/Facebook updates and therefore, you are aware that I live close to a neighborhood of ranchettes.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, they’re like little castles, just down the street.&amp;nbsp; With horses!&amp;nbsp; And a zillion-car garages. That’s about all I’ve done as far as neighborhood exploration.&amp;nbsp; I suppose I also know where a SuperTarget and Panera are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conferences&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month I’ve spent quite a bit of time at conferences, which I love!&amp;nbsp; I love meeting people and attempting to follow-up with them.&amp;nbsp; Most recently, I went to the BlogHer Conference in Chicago and the Microsoft Worldwide Partner’s Conference (WPC) in New Orleans.&amp;nbsp; Going to both of these conferences makes me realize that I just don’t have enough time.&amp;nbsp; At WPC, I worked with Microsoft Students 2 Business, which provides training to students in Microsoft technologies.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had time to do the training, since a lot of it is stuff I want to know.&amp;nbsp; Really, I wish I had taken advantage of MS2B while I was still a student.&lt;br /&gt;When I went to BlogHer I met lots of amazing women!&amp;nbsp; It quite enlightening for me.&amp;nbsp; Ever since interviewing Elisa Camahort Page, one of the co-founders of BlogHer, for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2VNYKlGhHg" target="_blank"&gt;Ed &amp;amp; Ashley’s 5 Minute Show&lt;/a&gt; for being awarded the 2008 Anita Borg Social Impact Award at the Grace Hopper Celebration of Women in Computing, I’ve been very supportive of it!&amp;nbsp; Going to the conference was great!&amp;nbsp; Although it did make me realize that I am sorely lacking in my own blogging department.&amp;nbsp; It also made me wonder if I want to do some different things with my blog.&amp;nbsp; Maybe do a couple of travel posts, since that’s one of my true loves, and maybe some food posts on the topic of cooking for one when you lack general culinary skills.&amp;nbsp; Of course, those would still be along with my personal posts, which I know have you sitting on the edge of your chair.&amp;nbsp; Feel free to share any thoughts you have about this with me.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps after I get into more of a life-rhythm and unpacked, I can start writing on a more regular basis, which I think would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Laptop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly, let’s discuss my laptop.&amp;nbsp; It’s a Dell piece of shit.&amp;nbsp; I thoroughly dislike it right now.&amp;nbsp; It has heated up to flesh-burning temperatures.&amp;nbsp; I need a new machine and I need one very soon.&amp;nbsp; I have no space left on my hard drive and I don’t have much space on my external hard drive.&amp;nbsp; This means I can’t do anything for the show and I don’t have some of the video that I need for the show, which is very upsetting.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, any thoughts on what I should do as far as a new machine?&amp;nbsp; Should I go with a desktop option and get a netbook for portability or get a powerful laptop?&amp;nbsp; I kind of like the idea of a netbook, but at the same time (the Palm Pre commercials with the girl from the Disney channel move Step-Sister from Planet Weird creeps me out) would I be shuffling all of my stuff between two machines and how would I feel about that?&amp;nbsp; Right then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4886470957159184945?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4886470957159184945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4886470957159184945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4886470957159184945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4886470957159184945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-8109.html' title='Update: 8/1/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1234736555375366482</id><published>2009-07-28T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:07:10.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/28/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was my second day of work.&amp;#160; I’m being kicked out of Panera, so I’ll write something soon.&amp;#160; I just some sort of documentation that I’m working!!!&amp;#160; Crazy!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1234736555375366482?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1234736555375366482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1234736555375366482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1234736555375366482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1234736555375366482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/07/72809.html' title='7/28/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6194346648807490482</id><published>2009-07-12T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:25:50.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/11/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m in Phoenix at the airport Marriott Courtyard.&amp;#160; I’m flying to New Orleans on Monday and I’m in Phoenix until then.&amp;#160; As it turns out, I’m still going to be moving to Denver.&amp;#160; I’m quite happy about this since I really like my condo.&amp;#160; I think I’ll be happiest in Denver.&amp;#160; It’s green, there are mountains, seasons…I like seasons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not much has happened since Thursday.&amp;#160; I had to return the rental car and change hotels from the Hilton to a Marriott (reward points and such).&amp;#160; Surprisingly, that took up much of my day on Friday.&amp;#160; I was able to pick up a delicious pesto pizza at Oregano’s in Tempe.&amp;#160; I also went out dancing on Friday.&amp;#160; I was going to take the bus, but the guy at the front counter said that he would take me in one of the vans!&amp;#160; It was so nice of him!&amp;#160; I was pretty excited to be able to go out dancing after not going out for a long time.&amp;#160; And it was so much fun!!&amp;#160; Of course, it’s a lot hotter here than in Indiana and there is no such thing as too many fans!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I’m lounging around and getting prepped for all of the things I have coming up mainly, New Orleans and dealing with moving my things from Austin to Denver.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel much better, things seem very finalized!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6194346648807490482?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6194346648807490482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6194346648807490482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6194346648807490482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6194346648807490482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/07/71109.html' title='7/11/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2625820015971689120</id><published>2009-07-05T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:19:53.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/1/09-7/5/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Heads up, this post is a long story.&amp;#160; There is no way to shorten it, be forewarned.&amp;#160; Also, it would make a great coming-of-age movie or at least an episode of a situational comedy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The past few days I’ve been attempting to move to Denver, CO, specifically Lakewood.&amp;#160; I packed all my stuff, well, mostly all of it.&amp;#160; I left on Saturday for Washington D.C. for the Global Education Competiveness Summit (GECS).&amp;#160; I left a list with my parents and Deb &amp;amp; Greg of the things that still had to packed and what was going on the truck and what was going in the car.&amp;#160; On Monday, while I was in DC, everything was loaded onto the truck.&amp;#160; And when I say everything, I mean all of my worldly possessions…which according to the movers, is a very small shipment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;GECS went really well.&amp;#160; I also got to go to a little bit of NECC and I got to run into Dave Berque, woo hoo!&amp;#160; After disembarking in Indianapolis on Wednesday afternoon, I had two voicemails.&amp;#160; They were both from Kenny, the truck driver who has all of my stuff on his truck.&amp;#160; He was calling to let me know that he would be delivering my household goods on Friday, July 3rd, in the morning.&amp;#160; Thankfully, I had made previous arrangements with the owners of the condo so I wouldn’t have to be there to let the movers in.&amp;#160; I would call the husband’s cell phone, and either he or his personal assistant, would answer.&amp;#160; I would let them know when my shipment was arriving and they would send someone to the condo to open the door for the movers.&amp;#160; Naturally the first thing I did after getting these messages was to call the landlord to let him know of the developments in moving plans.&amp;#160; He didn’t answer, so I left an informative voicemail.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After I picked up my luggage, Kendra picked me up from the airport and we went to grab lunch while we chatted and waited for my dad to arrive at 4 to take me back to West Lafayette.&amp;#160; Kendra gave me this adorable picture frame with the funniest pictures of us in it!!&amp;#160; Once my dad and I got back to West Lafayette, we quickly packed up the car and started out for Chicago.&amp;#160; Mom, Deb, and Greg had already left since they didn’t need to pack up a car.&amp;#160; When Dad and I stopped at a rest stop, my request, I receive a phone call from Arizona.&amp;#160; I actually missed the call, but was able to promptly call back.&amp;#160; As it turns out, the original opportunity for my job in Denver has disappeared, but there are immediate openings in Goodyear, AZ about 10 miles west of Phoenix.&amp;#160; Of course, this came as quite a shock to me!&amp;#160; I was quickly reassured that should I want to stay in Denver, there are most definitely projects that I could be a part of.&amp;#160; The manager in Goodyear came across my resume and wanted to chat with me to see if I would be open to opportunities in Arizona.&amp;#160; We set up a time on Thursday to chat during the afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My original plan for Wednesday was not this exciting.&amp;#160; I had planned to see Kendra, go to Chicago and get there early enough to meet up with Adrie and Danny for dinner, and then leave for St. Louis in the early afternoon on either Thursday or Friday.&amp;#160; After discussing the moving situation with the extended family (Mom, Dad, Deb, and Greg) we thought it would be best if I leave on Friday morning since someone would be at the condo to let in the movers and that way we could all go out to dinner with Adrie and Danny on Thursday night.&amp;#160; Good plan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thursday rolls around and I realized that all my Harry Potter books are packed on the truck and I finished the third one, again, on Wednesday night.&amp;#160; Boo.&amp;#160; In other Thursday news, I called my landlord again and left another voicemail.&amp;#160; I thought this was odd, but he probably just didn’t have time to call me back and since all the information was in the voicemail, there wasn’t a compelling reason to call me back (other than I asked him to).&amp;#160; Thursday turned out to be a beautiful day.&amp;#160; We went shopping at Lucky Jeans.&amp;#160; Deb and Greg are usually here for the 4th weekend and Lucky is always having a sale, the two go together quite well.&amp;#160; We had a nice lunch, did some shopping (and goofing around, MangoBunnies FTW!) at The North Face, and went out to dinner.&amp;#160; Deb and Greg also bought me a house-warming gift of a silicone hot mitt, which can double as a ferociously cute puppet (especially effective when you have more than one and they can “interact”!!)&amp;#160; Lucky for you, the reader, there are photos marking the previously mentioned significant events (minus the Lucky sale).&amp;#160; But don’t stop reading, there’s more after the photos!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDHE9YdSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e0Z8p-md7Hw/s1600-h/PICT3999%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="PICT3999" border="0" alt="PICT3999" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDHr6757I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7KqKirViuGY/PICT3999_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDHzGQe0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/OpRbEYVn3mw/s1600-h/PICT4006%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="PICT4006" border="0" alt="PICT4006" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDIKy-mWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/q_91PE6GOW4/PICT4006_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDId2j1mI/AAAAAAAAAG4/seLyf--pgCY/s1600-h/PICT4005%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="PICT4005" border="0" alt="PICT4005" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDI2qIiII/AAAAAAAAAG8/UDQhZb-OzQ8/PICT4005_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="197" height="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDJHCRwdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nFFpf2LkPyk/s1600-h/PICT4008%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="PICT4008" border="0" alt="PICT4008" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDJpJkqHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9e1c3XYiKt8/PICT4008_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDJ-lD4GI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pPAV0z4_f1Q/s1600-h/PICT4009%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="PICT4009" border="0" alt="PICT4009" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDKPM4PII/AAAAAAAAAHM/p3segCrjv9U/PICT4009_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="156" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday came to an end, as days are known to do, and suddenly it was Friday.&amp;#160; I had planned on perhaps seeing Adrie in the morning and then leaving for Denver, although I was at the time unsure if that would be my final location.&amp;#160; Friday morning, I receive a call from Kenny.&amp;#160; There is no one at the condo and there is no answer to the cell phone I’ve been told to call.&amp;#160; This is bad.&amp;#160; I’m in Chicago.&amp;#160; My worldly possessions are in Lakewood, CO.&amp;#160; No one is going to open the condo.&amp;#160; We start this disaster with a multitude of options.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;1.&amp;#160; Find storage in Denver.&amp;#160; Put my stuff in the newly found storage and I’ll get it when I get to Denver.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;2.&amp;#160; Have Kenny stay in Denver until I can arrive the next afternoon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OK, there are only two options, but at least it’s more than one.&amp;#160; We start researching the first option.&amp;#160; Since it’s Friday, July 3rd, which is a holiday, no storage facilities are open in Denver.&amp;#160; That was fun.&amp;#160; We move onto option 2.&amp;#160; I prepare to leave when I find out that Kenny has to be in Austin on Monday to load a truck.&amp;#160; Oh wait, just kidding, make that Sunday so he can pack the house.&amp;#160; New option comes into play:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;3.&amp;#160; Have my stuff stay on the truck as is goes to Austin where Kenny will drop it off at a storage facility, to be found on Monday when things are open.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During this time, I’ve been on the phone with the owner of the moving company I hired in West Lafayette.&amp;#160; When I asked him, after making him aware of the entire situation, whether he recommended option 2 or 3, he responded by telling me that the best option would be to have someone open the condo in Lakewood.&amp;#160; After spending several minutes attempting to explain to him that having someone open the condo wasn’t an option, I decided that perhaps “or” questions were too difficult for him.&amp;#160; I decided to change the question to a “yes or no” question so as not to inflict any(more) cranial damage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Q: Can Kenny stay in Denver until tomorrow (Saturday) afternoon when I can be there to unlock the condo?    &lt;br /&gt;A: Uh…well…he’s supposed to be in Austin on Sunday to start packing up a house.&amp;#160; If he doesn’t leave until Saturday evening, he won’t get there in time.     &lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I have my things continue onto to Austin and have Kenny drop them off at a storage facility?     &lt;br /&gt;A: Uh…well…you’ll have to pay more to change the destination of your shipment.     &lt;br /&gt;In my head: Really?&amp;#160; You think so?&amp;#160; No way!     &lt;br /&gt;Q: So…you would recommend that I leave my stuff on the truck and store it in Austin.     &lt;br /&gt;A: Uh…well…you could do that, but it would cost you extra to change the destination.&amp;#160; You should really have someone come open the condo.     &lt;br /&gt;*wishing that banging phone against table would cause physical pain to party on the other end*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The decision is made that my shipment will travel to Austin.&amp;#160; This means I need to find a storage facility for my stuff!&amp;#160; Kenny was able to give us two numbers of United Moving places in Austin.&amp;#160; Surprisingly, one was open!&amp;#160; This was a great break!&amp;#160; Except that storing something there for a month would cost $1500!!!&amp;#160; Apparently this place was set up for long-term storage.&amp;#160; But, the man I spoke with gave me a recommendation for Bulldog Storage, who, again surprisingly, was open!&amp;#160; I could rent a storage container for $99 and pay month-to-month.&amp;#160; This was great!&amp;#160; I have a place to put my stuff!&amp;#160; Wait, I need to sign something?&amp;#160; In person?&amp;#160; I can’t fax or email you the paperwork?&amp;#160; You have to have someone in person sign the contract?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bulldog: So when are you planning to be in Austin?    &lt;br /&gt;Me: I’m not.     &lt;br /&gt;Bulldog: Do you know anyone in Austin that can sign for you?     &lt;br /&gt;Me: I don’t know anyone in Austin.     &lt;br /&gt;Bulldog: Well…     &lt;br /&gt;Me: I’ll talk to you later. (Hang up)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good feeling gone.&amp;#160; I need storage again.&amp;#160; At this point, I’m getting a little stressed.&amp;#160; I may even have had a small breakdown.&amp;#160; Thankfully the extended family was there to help!&amp;#160; Greg has a cousin in Baltimore.&amp;#160; Greg’s cousin’s wife has family in Austin.&amp;#160; Bruce, some of the Austin family, specialized in fixing up foreclosed homes and selling them.&amp;#160; Greg starts a phone tree and pretty soon we’re hearing from Bruce, who is in Chicago boarding a plane for Philadelphia.&amp;#160; Bruce currently has 12 places that could serve as storage areas!&amp;#160; This is finally good news!&amp;#160; Bruce calls back with an address, which I forward on to the important people and everything seems to be going catastrophically well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Friday continued with a visit to REI and dropping Deb and Greg off at the airport.&amp;#160; We drove home, watched some Psych and Monk and went to bed.&amp;#160; The rest of the weekend has been uneventful.&amp;#160; Here’s a recap of the current standings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My stuff is on a truck in Austin &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It’s going to be stored in one of Bruce’s (aka Hero of the Month) garages &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;My moving bill will be very expensive &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Although originally moving to Denver, I might be moving to Goodyear, AZ &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Right now, I’m in West Lafayette &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This has been a very stressful past few days and I sure would love it if things could calm down!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2625820015971689120?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2625820015971689120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2625820015971689120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2625820015971689120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2625820015971689120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/07/7109-7509.html' title='7/1/09-7/5/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SlFDHr6757I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7KqKirViuGY/s72-c/PICT3999_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8220919284219100436</id><published>2009-06-27T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:09:06.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/27/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m Washington DC, staying at a Marriott, yay!&amp;#160; I have speech notes and as a representative of Team MangoBunnies, I’ll want to confer with Ashley and Malisa before giving my speech to make sure that I’m not saying any untruths.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had a nightmare morning, but everything seemed to pan out near the end of the day, which was really great.&amp;#160; I don’t know if all of my things are packed.&amp;#160; I left a list at home of everything that needs to go, so I’m hoping everything gets packed!&amp;#160; The movers are coming on Monday at 8:30 and I’m not going to be there.&amp;#160; They say my things will arrive between July 2nd and July 12th.&amp;#160; Kind of a big range.&amp;#160; I may not be leaving until 2nd or 3rd, it all depends on my Chicago plans.&amp;#160; Thankfully my landfamily is really understanding!&amp;#160; They rock!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Worked a lot on the speech tonight and I think it went really well.&amp;#160; Tomorrow is going to be a big day of practicing and perfecting and reciting the speech over the phone for several people.&amp;#160; If only I had a decent web cam (nudge, nudge hehe)!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8220919284219100436?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8220919284219100436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8220919284219100436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8220919284219100436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8220919284219100436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/06/62709.html' title='6/27/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3896689308023268977</id><published>2009-06-26T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:56:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/26/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Apparently I’m really stressed about moving.&amp;#160; This is understandable since packing is pretty stressful and I have to have everything packed by tomorrow even though the movers are coming on Monday.&amp;#160; I know I’m stressed because I had a really weird dream last night!&amp;#160; And I’m much more likely to have weird dreams when I’m stressed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It started with me packing (I don’t really like when dreams mimic life, I’m already living packing, I don’t want to dream about it!) and then suddenly I was on a boat!&amp;#160; I was telling someone about what I had been doing, packing, when they told me that I had also spent a week as a camp counselor at a camp for grade school kids.&amp;#160; I had no recollection of this.&amp;#160; This person continued to tell me that for the entire I was supposed to push a wheelbarrow around, which I did.&amp;#160; Then I was suddenly at this camp, which turned out to be on the street, more of in the middle of the street, that my high school is on.&amp;#160; There’s a big hill and all these kids were on their bikes going down the hill and they insisted that I keep up…while pushing my wheelbarrow.&amp;#160; At the bottom of the hill, which is in front of the football practice field, my wheelbarrow and I were suddenly a part of my old marching band.&amp;#160; I was evidently with the pit section, somewhere in the middle.&amp;#160; I remember passing the color guard, coming to a stop, and realizing our line was awful!&amp;#160; Of course, I was marching with a wheelbarrow.&amp;#160; At that point I think I woke up because Ashley and Scott were having a conversation on Twitter about eggs, so my phone was going off quite a bit.&amp;#160; It’s really good that I woke up, since returning to high school is not on my To Do List.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a different note, I could also be stressed because I need to write a 15 minute speech about my informal education.&amp;#160; I’m going to Washington DC on Saturday night for the Global Education Competitiveness Summit.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://www.zibb.com/article/5352640/MICROSOFT+ECS+ISTE+and+Microsoft+to+Sponsor+Global+Education+Competitiveness+Summit" target="_blank"&gt;Here’s an article about it.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; I’ll be there until the first of July.&amp;#160; On the 1st, I plan on heading to Chicago with the family and leaving for Denver on Thursday.&amp;#160; Of course this could go extremely badly since my stuff is set to arrive sometime between July 2nd and July 12th.&amp;#160; Knowing my luck, it will arrive while I’m in the middle of driving with no chance to get to Denver in the next 12 hours.&amp;#160; Oh well, it’ll be an adventure!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3896689308023268977?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3896689308023268977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3896689308023268977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3896689308023268977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3896689308023268977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/06/62609.html' title='6/26/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-704427335949249703</id><published>2009-06-20T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:39:17.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/19/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;WOOT!&amp;#160; I have a condo and it’s beautiful!&amp;#160; I signed the lease on Wednesday night.&amp;#160; My landlord, well more of “landfamily,” is great!&amp;#160; The husband is a part-time CFO of a software company that does some work with Lockheed, so he knows a lot of people that work there.&amp;#160; He said he would do some introductions.&amp;#160; The wife is absolutely adorable, she loves to dance and I’m quite sure she makes her husband do yoga with her!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m so happy that so far everything has worked out.&amp;#160; When I was coming out to Denver, I had chosen two apartment complexes to visit, but I really wanted to rent a condo.&amp;#160; There would be a mix of owners and renters and the neighborhood would probably be kept in better shape and it would probably be quieter!&amp;#160; Plus, the general idea would be that a leasing office for a condo would be nicer to deal with than one at a large apartment complex.&amp;#160; In a beautiful twist, I’m renting from a private owner, which is possibly the best case!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t wait to move out here, buy furniture, kitchen stuff, a huge TV, other stuff I want to own!&amp;#160; Anyway, here are loads of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/upload/done/?b=1245515737-1245515743-32842313@N00" target="_blank"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; of my condo, I though a virtual tour was in order!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-704427335949249703?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/704427335949249703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=704427335949249703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/704427335949249703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/704427335949249703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/06/61909.html' title='6/19/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3692921294958825541</id><published>2009-06-20T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:14:34.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/16/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This morning was Mary Frances’ funeral.&amp;#160; It was in the same church as her mother’s funeral in 2002.&amp;#160; This is truly just so painful for me and the rest of the family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve decided I’d like my funeral to have lots and lots of flowers and I’d like it to be outside or in a home.&amp;#160; Churches aren’t my thing, nor is a service.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really just can’t believe this.&amp;#160; It’s still such a shock.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a less depressing note, I’m currently in Denver.&amp;#160; We left St. Paul this afternoon.&amp;#160; Last night I got to hang out with Loopster (Elissa)!&amp;#160; It was so much fun and I’m so happy I was able to do that.&amp;#160; We stayed at a Marriott Residence Inn and it was amazing!&amp;#160; It was like we rented a Town House for the night!&amp;#160; I had the upstairs which had a bedroom, desk, and bathroom and my parents had the downstairs with had their room, plus the living room and kitchen.&amp;#160; Thank goodness Mom travels a lot and always stays at Marriott.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I looked at one apartment complex, Westlake Greens Apartments.&amp;#160; I really like the larger 1 bed 1 bath apartment.&amp;#160; Tomorrow morning I’m going to Cottonwood Creek Apartments to look there as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3692921294958825541?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3692921294958825541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3692921294958825541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3692921294958825541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3692921294958825541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/06/61609.html' title='6/16/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4751233737321642560</id><published>2009-06-11T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:47:12.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/11/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was fabulous!&amp;#160; This morning I had movers come for quote for all my stuff.&amp;#160; Although I’ve moved my stuff in the past…ok, when say “I’ve moved my stuff” I really mean that my dad &amp;amp; Kenny and Brandon &amp;amp; Cody moved my stuff, well the big stuff.&amp;#160; Back to my original idea, I’ve moved my stuff several times, with much help, and I thought “Wouldn’t it be fabulous if I could pay someone else to move my stuff?”&amp;#160; Thankfully, Dad had the same thought and he called Allied Movers to come over to look at my stuff.&amp;#160; Greg, from Allied Movers, came over this morning to take inventory of my stuff and he said he would email me a quote.&amp;#160; I got an email later today and it looks like movers are in my moving budget!!&amp;#160; YAY!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next, I went to Pizzazz to see Monica.&amp;#160; I’ve been seeing Monica since I was 12!&amp;#160; I always love catching up with her.&amp;#160; Luckily for me, this catching up time came with a mani…&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SjHPuOuzMSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/80ZNIT_YMRs/s1600-h/PICT3836%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="PICT3836" border="0" alt="PICT3836" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SjHPuXdRWoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2MfoShuJ2-I/PICT3836_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lovely summer color, that came with a fabulous combo. Enter the pedi!&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SjHPubS62kI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zpKYvAUDfno/s1600-h/PICT3840%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="PICT3840" border="0" alt="PICT3840" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SjHPugV4upI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TtON_WkiLz4/PICT3840_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that’s my sandal tan from the Grand Canyon.&amp;#160; I’m very proud of my sandal tan.&amp;#160; This is as tan as I’ve been in about…5 years.&amp;#160; Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I got back, I did some more packing and condensing and I came across one of my favorite things to have on my walls!&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SjHPu8Hkh6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/tTdwQL-kBkI/s1600-h/PICT3852%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="PICT3852" border="0" alt="PICT3852" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SjHPvDw-RII/AAAAAAAAAGE/p6KL3VJi1lE/PICT3852_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just adore Susan Kline’s work (the two outside ones)!&amp;#160; I unfortunately missed Art Around the Fountain this year, so I didn’t get to see her this year and I didn’t get to add to my Susan Kline collection!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Other happy things that happened today, like my Nike running hat arrived!&amp;#160; Now I don’t have to wear my Wheaties hat when I run (ok, lightly jog) which means that my Wheaties hat doesn’t have to get all sweaty and stay all sweaty for hours afterwards.&amp;#160; This means more hat hours for me!&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SjHPvjfLLoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4TM1Fj09hnI/s1600-h/PICT3860%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="PICT3860" border="0" alt="PICT3860" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SjHPvxntvPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nfxwSmdF-JU/PICT3860_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="194" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And to make my day even better I had wonderful phone calls with Adrie and Elissa!&amp;#160; Talk about the perfect day!&amp;#160; Congrats to anyone who even made it this far in the post!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4751233737321642560?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4751233737321642560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4751233737321642560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4751233737321642560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4751233737321642560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/06/61109.html' title='6/11/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SjHPuXdRWoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2MfoShuJ2-I/s72-c/PICT3836_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-5948680571154707362</id><published>2009-06-09T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:55:42.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/9/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was very exciting.&amp;#160; I set up the garage so that I could go through all of my stuff!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/Si88zI6WkWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OHsiY5uPbkg/s1600-h/11758867%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="11758867" border="0" alt="11758867" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/Si88zUtuBoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/E6OF2nOQ78k/11758867_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know it looks like a lot of stuff…and that’s because it is!&amp;#160; Plus I have things in my room that I’ll have to deal with at some point as well!&amp;#160; I have my tables set up so I can go through all my boxes.&amp;#160; After the tables are all my sorting piles: Keep, Throw Away, and Give Away.&amp;#160; I got about two boxes sorted through today.&amp;#160; Not exactly productive, but I did other things too!&amp;#160; I biked to PEFCU and deposited two checks!&amp;#160; I guess I also had to move quite a bit of stuff to even set up my “sorting station.”&amp;#160; And then we all went to dinner at Dave and Nancy’s house!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nancy is the cousin of the head of my mom’s department at Purdue.&amp;#160; The house is amazing!&amp;#160; They live off of River Rd., have an intense driveway, and gorgeous views.&amp;#160; Looking out the window, it was hard to believe that West Lafayette was just a 5 minute drive away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Currently I’m making plans with one of my high school friends for lunch on Saturday (yay!) and I’m trying to make an appointment with a financial advisor to help me sort through retirement/insurance/real world issues.&amp;#160; I’m completely overwhelmed!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-5948680571154707362?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/5948680571154707362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=5948680571154707362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5948680571154707362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5948680571154707362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/06/6909.html' title='6/9/09'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/Si88zUtuBoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/E6OF2nOQ78k/s72-c/11758867_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-7786436724779001212</id><published>2009-06-07T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:55:35.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from…not writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tons of stuff has happened since I last wrote something!&amp;#160; Ashley, Malisa, and I went to Boston to compete in the Imagine Cup and we got First Runners Up!!&amp;#160; We’re so excited!&amp;#160; We took the cash ($4000 to be split equally between all team members) and I got the check in the mail the other day, which was awesome!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I graduated from DePauw, which was pretty sweet.&amp;#160; I wasn’t at commencement because my parents gave me this awesome graduation present of a 16-day rafting trip down the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon.&amp;#160; It was breath-taking!&amp;#160; Camping for 16 days is a little much for me, but it was still really fun.&amp;#160; I took pictures and I put them up on Flickr, if you want to, you can check them out &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/edonahue/sets/72157619152254870/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SiwbNH6kU9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BlyOIPbG64E/s1600-h/3589469303_ce03dd208b%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="3589469303_ce03dd208b" border="0" alt="3589469303_ce03dd208b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SiwbNslVIAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fKuw6AiTOi0/3589469303_ce03dd208b_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The same day that Dad and I got back, Mom was leaving for the Olympic Peninsula in Washington state.&amp;#160; We got to chat briefly about the flooding that happened in the basement!&amp;#160; Fortunately, Mom was able to take care of (mostly) everything!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A couple days after getting back, my parents both went to Washington D.C. for an ADA Conference.&amp;#160; Deb and Greg are there too and they’ll be coming back tonight!&amp;#160; I’m not sure how long Deb and Greg will be here, but the guest room is ready for them!&amp;#160; I’ll be driving to the airport tonight to pick everyone up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This weekend has been really fun!&amp;#160; Ashley came from Fort Wayne for the weekend and Malisa came up from Danville.&amp;#160; We had a great day yesterday!&amp;#160; Ashley and I went for a short bike ride in the morning and then we went to check out the Palm Pre on the Sprint network.&amp;#160; Let me tell you, the Palm Pre is awesome!&amp;#160; It works with Google Apps so well!&amp;#160; The calendar is so powerful, you can actually see all of your Google calendars and add events to them, instead of just adding the events to the default calendar.&amp;#160; Anyway, I’m a huge fan, as I’m sure you can tell!&amp;#160; I’m seriously thinking about switching over to Sprint to get the Pre.&amp;#160; I’m moving to Denver and my parents are kicking my off of the family plan (unfortunately, as they should be!), so I’m going to have to get my own plan and my own phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since I’m moving to Denver, my parents have been letting me use the garage as storage space, which is super understanding of them since that means the Prius has to parked outside.&amp;#160; Thankfully it’s only for a month!&amp;#160; Plus, because there was no car in the garage, Mom was able to put a lot of stuff in there to make sure it didn’t get wet with all the torrential rains!&amp;#160; I’ll post a picture of the garage soon, it’s pretty intense.&amp;#160; I haven’t done any packing because I’m so intimidated by all the stuff…and there’s not space to do anything!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wrapping up, I’m hoping that I can start posting a more regular basis, I just have to make the time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-7786436724779001212?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/7786436724779001212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=7786436724779001212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7786436724779001212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7786436724779001212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-fromnot-writing.html' title='Back from…not writing'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SiwbNslVIAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fKuw6AiTOi0/s72-c/3589469303_ce03dd208b_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4405859039259985135</id><published>2009-04-23T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:40:27.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team MangoBunnies and the Imagine Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Every year, Microsoft sponsors a technology competition for students called the &lt;a href="http://imaginecup.com/About/Whatis.aspx"&gt;Imagine Cup&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; Participants are asked to solve some of the world's toughest problems with technology.&amp;#160; This year's theme is the &lt;a href="http://www.un.org/millenniumgoals/"&gt;United Nations Millennium Development Goals&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Two of my friends, Ashley Myers and Malisa Vongksul, and I decided to enter the &lt;a href="http://imaginecup.com/Competition/mycompetitionportal.aspx?competitionId=19"&gt;Software Design&lt;/a&gt; competition.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;We've advanced to the U.S. Finals&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;#160; Team MangoBunnies, that's our team name, is the &lt;strong&gt;first all-female team&lt;/strong&gt; to advance to the U.S. Finals.&amp;#160; We're so excited to compete in Cambridge, MA.&amp;#160; In the U.S., &lt;strong&gt;125&lt;/strong&gt; schools entered and only &lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt; advanced to the final!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For our project, we're addressing the Millennium Goal of Combating HIV/AIDS.&amp;#160; We're using mobile technology to create an alarm to remind patients to take their medication.&amp;#160; Our project is called CAMRA which stands for Computer-Assisted Medication Regimen Adherence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This year, Microsoft is having a &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/presspass/press/2009/apr09/04-20USImagineCup09PR.mspx"&gt;People's Choice Award&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; Everyone can vote on projects for the award.&amp;#160; Team MangoBunnies would love your support!&amp;#160; Voting is open until April 30th at 11:59 PST and you can vote &lt;strong&gt;once per day&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;#160; To vote:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Go to the site: &lt;a href="http://icuspeopleschoice.com/"&gt;http://icuspeopleschoice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Download Silverlight.&amp;#160; It's a very light application with a 10-second install. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vote for Team MangoBunnies!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; The thumbnail is a little blurry, so it's a picture of three women, two in black shirts and one bright blue! &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell all your friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We've also been featured in a blog post!&amp;#160; Check it out &lt;a href="http://blogs.zdnet.com/microsoft/?p=2564"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;#160; If you'd like to keep up with news about the Imagine Cup, it looks like the &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/presspass/events/imaginecup/default.mspx"&gt;Virtual Pressroom&lt;/a&gt; will be kept updated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SfCoCYKuo8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/2UnWJoB4fnc/s1600-h/PICT3249%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3249" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT3249" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SfCoClqinbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vh0qoOTu3kA/PICT3249_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Team MangoBunnies (Malisa, Ashley, and me) thank you for your support!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4405859039259985135?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4405859039259985135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4405859039259985135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4405859039259985135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4405859039259985135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/04/team-mangobunnies-and-imagine-cup.html' title='Team MangoBunnies and the Imagine Cup'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SfCoClqinbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vh0qoOTu3kA/s72-c/PICT3249_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1020342004408558276</id><published>2009-03-15T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:19:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Handwriting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been thinking about this post for awhile.&amp;#160; A couple weeks ago, I was updating my Senior Project Proposal.&amp;#160; I didn’t have a printer handy, so I actually wrote out the bullet points of what I wanted to change.&amp;#160; I looked at it, edited it, and then wrote out the finished product.&amp;#160; I loved doing that!&amp;#160; I realized that I loved seeing my own handwriting.&amp;#160; No one else writes exactly like me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s why handwritten notes are so special.&amp;#160; They are unique and they have the writer’s signature all over it!&amp;#160; I’ve been writing things by hand much more frequently lately.&amp;#160; For several reasons really, but one of them is that I spend a lot of time at a computer and it’s nice to remember what my handwriting looks like.&amp;#160; Plus, I think it’s fun to match up someone’s handwriting with their personality.&amp;#160; I’ve done it with most of my close friends, and it’s kind of funny how I connect them and their handwriting!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Handwriting has this special quality that makes it so personable and I think that’s been lost with the advent of computers, email, and text messages.&amp;#160; The personality that comes through handwriting is so unique.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1020342004408558276?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1020342004408558276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1020342004408558276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1020342004408558276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1020342004408558276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-handwriting.html' title='I Love Handwriting'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2675133766950169733</id><published>2009-03-06T13:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:57:44.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Informally Collect</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am not a collector.&amp;#160; But there are some things I tend to enjoy and therefore I try to obtain them slightly more often than everything else.&amp;#160; This is a pretty short list, but I thought people might want to know.&amp;#160; And when I say “people,” I mean my roommates.&amp;#160; And when I say “might want to know,” I mean remind them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Rubber Ducks&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;T-shirts with umbrellas on them&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Anything from Victoria’s Secret (but I think this one may change soon)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s all.&amp;#160; Yes, I do casually collect these things.&amp;#160; I was going to “seriously collect,” but I don’t really seriously collect anything!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2675133766950169733?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2675133766950169733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2675133766950169733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2675133766950169733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2675133766950169733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-informally-collect.html' title='Things I Informally Collect'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3405066484732942862</id><published>2009-03-05T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:03:44.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m a senior.&amp;#160; Not that this means something special, but it does send a clear time designation for how long I’ve been on the DePauw campus.&amp;#160; I think for the first three years of my DePauw career, I was hanging out with the wrong people!&amp;#160; I would say quite a few people have passed in and out my life since I first arrived at DePauw.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe it’s because I’m a senior so I’ve had three years to grow and “find myself,” but I’ve really enjoyed the conversations I’ve been having with people lately.&amp;#160; Previously, I didn’t have these great conversations.&amp;#160; I’m not sure if if was because I wasn’t ready or the group I was with wasn’t conducive to those types of conversations and in fact it may have a been a little of both.&amp;#160; I don’t think I was aware that there are students on this campus who have really important things to say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lately, I’ve been trying to be more involved on campus and in doing so, I’ve come in contact with lots of students who are very smart, articulate, and opinionated.&amp;#160; I just regret that I didn’t figure out this subset existed until second semester my senior year!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3405066484732942862?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3405066484732942862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3405066484732942862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3405066484732942862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3405066484732942862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/03/crowds.html' title='Crowds'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1749477600913361418</id><published>2009-03-04T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:24:40.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk and Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think my title is misleading.&amp;#160; It sort of looks like I screwed up “milk and cookies” by substituting Twitter.&amp;#160; Food is actually not the subject of this post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last night I saw Milk.&amp;#160; Sean Penn won an Oscar for Best Actor in Milk.&amp;#160; Milk is about the later life of Harvey Milk, the first openly gay man elected to public office and a gay activist.&amp;#160; Milk is a beautiful movie that tells a tragic story in the most uplifting way.&amp;#160; While I was watching it, I hurt.&amp;#160; My very core was in pain.&amp;#160; The idea that we must categorize people and put them in labeled boxes and then proceed to deny them certain rights disgusted me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was feeling pretty off after the movie.&amp;#160; I think it was a tragedy-stricken mood to think that people are still struggling for rights that I think are basic, and as such I take for granted.&amp;#160; It just seems like such a big job, taking on society.&amp;#160; So I left the movie feeling like something must be done, but I had no idea what could be done or where to even start!&amp;#160; *Side note: My favorite movies are the ones that drive me to take action outside of the theater*&amp;#160; With this lost feeling of wanting to do something, I sent a Tweet saying I’d seen Milk and I just don’t know what to do next.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/caitlinneal" target="_blank"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/a&gt; replied to me saying I should get involved with &lt;a href="http://www.depauw.edu/student/orgs/ud/" target="_blank"&gt;United DePauw&lt;/a&gt; and a great way to start would be speaker on Thursday evening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m going to go see Annie Sprinkle tomorrow night.&amp;#160; It’s not going to change the world, but it’s going to show support, give me another perspective, and I’ll be involved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Main ideas:   &lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;#160; I really liked Milk and I recommend it.    &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;#160; I love that I have friends that can help me and give me relevant information.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1749477600913361418?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1749477600913361418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1749477600913361418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1749477600913361418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1749477600913361418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/03/milk-and-twitter.html' title='Milk and Twitter'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4509952332675978331</id><published>2009-03-02T23:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:47:59.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More work, Less sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Things have vastly improved since the last time I wrote a post.&amp;#160; I’m back home in Greencastle and feeling much less stressed about some things.&amp;#160; I’m feeling much less stressed about my senior project.&amp;#160; I talked to Dave (my CS hero) about it and he was really helpful and was able to give me a few places to start.&amp;#160; This was really what I was looking for and I think his guidance will be extremely beneficial.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m still stressed about the Imagine Cup and I’m not sure how to un-stress about that other than to just do what I need to!&amp;#160; I seem to have this procrastinating problem though, which is just awful.&amp;#160; I’m hoping that I can get some writing done tomorrow and then do editing later this week.&amp;#160; Now that I’ve set a “public deadline” (who really reads this anyway other than my roommates?), I’m hoping I’ll be more apt to truly follow through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I should be stressed about my Hispanic Literature class, but unfortunately, I’m not.&amp;#160; This is very bad.&amp;#160; I’ve managed to miss class three Mondays in a row.&amp;#160; Once again, very bad.&amp;#160; I need to meet with someone tomorrow to get notes and try to do a write up to save my grade in this class!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also need to do some thinking about the intellectual engagement in ITAP.&amp;#160; And some debugging on isleptthroughclass.com.&amp;#160; And make some phone calls.&amp;#160; I’m going to check my schedule and hope it’s not too busy tomorrow!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4509952332675978331?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4509952332675978331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4509952332675978331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4509952332675978331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4509952332675978331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-work-less-sleep.html' title='More work, Less sleep'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6157729869685376614</id><published>2009-03-01T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:19:22.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to St. Louis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This weekend, I’m in St. Louis.&amp;#160; Kendra know some people here, including Abby, her best friend.&amp;#160; We’re staying with some salsa people and we’re going out dancing Friday, Saturday, and Sunday!&amp;#160; Last night we went to Fitz’s for dinner.&amp;#160; I didn’t put it together that it was Fitz’s root beer until we were at the restaurant.&amp;#160; And then it all became very clear, St. Louis, Fitz’s root beer, of course!&amp;#160; Fitz’s is my favorite root beer and I knew perfectly well it’s made in St. Louis!&amp;#160; Once I put these two facts together, I was so excited!&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/Sar70UpVmiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pFFIWTWTqeo/s1600-h/n781650514_5974025_993329%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="n781650514_5974025_993329" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="n781650514_5974025_993329" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/Sar70wnWJvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K2LFnPkYAyA/n781650514_5974025_993329_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Side Note: I’m quite sure that most families don’t do this, but mine does.&amp;#160; The reason I’m positive that Fitz’s is my favorite root beer is because my family and I do blind taste tests for various kinds of foods and beverages.&amp;#160; We did a blind taste test of root beer and I like Fitz’s.&amp;#160; We’ve also done popcorn, Orville Redenbacher won that taste test.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, after dinner at Fitz’s (where I also got a 12-pack of root beer!), we went out dancing!&amp;#160; That was followed by lots of sleep!&amp;#160; Today I was supposed to be much more productive, but instead I’m writing a blog post.&amp;#160; Maybe tomorrow then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/Sar71a0nIqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kwctgVO2plM/s1600-h/n781650514_5974052_5683684%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="n781650514_5974052_5683684" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="n781650514_5974052_5683684" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/Sar72VRT63I/AAAAAAAAAE8/VpHrYThr5WY/n781650514_5974052_5683684_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Photos from Tony Eng of &lt;a href="http://www.decadancephotography.com/" target="_blank"&gt;decadance photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6157729869685376614?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6157729869685376614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6157729869685376614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6157729869685376614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6157729869685376614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-st-louis.html' title='Trip to St. Louis'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/Sar70wnWJvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K2LFnPkYAyA/s72-c/n781650514_5974025_993329_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8164843403212428811</id><published>2009-02-23T23:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:17:03.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook, Invader Zim Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time, I really liked Facebook.&amp;#160; Facebook was new, it was pretty cool and everyone was on it!&amp;#160; Or at least everyone who “mattered.”&amp;#160; Facebook was the gateway to virtual popularity since you could friend anyone who went to the same school without seeming really creepy (MySpace anyone?).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When Facebook was at its best, it had just added the photo capability.&amp;#160; It was great; you could upload photos, look at friends’ photos, comment on them, write on their walls and message your friends.&amp;#160; That was perfect.&amp;#160; It did everything I needed it to do; I had a place to stay in touch with people and put up my photos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then Facebook introduced this weird thing called applications.&amp;#160; At first, it was kind of amusing; “Hey look, someone threw a cow at me! I can high-five them back!”&amp;#160; Or I could send my friends fake alcohol; obviously the epitome of cool.&amp;#160; Now there are way too many applications and most of them serve no purpose or serve the purpose of advertising for businesses.&amp;#160; Neither of these reasons are why I’m on Facebook.&amp;#160; Now I’m on Facebook because I can keep in touch with people.&amp;#160; I don’t have time browse through profiles or monitor my applications.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is what I equate Facebook to: Invader Zim.&amp;#160; Normally Invader Zim is an alien of average size, this is the representation of the “before” Facebook:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SaOe6N5OjGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9pABTXf9Ya4/s1600-h/zim.pondering%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="zim.pondering" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="zim.pondering" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SaOe6YbU8FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ItTZOIo-Ty0/zim.pondering_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In one episode of Invader Zim, Dark Harvest, Zim decides that to be more human he needs organs, lots of organs.&amp;#160; Zim starts collecting organs from fellow classmates, unbeknownst to the classmates, of course!&amp;#160; Zim become this over-sized, bloated alien mass, much how I feel Facebook has become.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SaOe69KHNCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KN4j-pRmXMg/s1600-h/zimorgan%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="zimorgan" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="185" alt="zimorgan" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SaOe7Wbdg6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Cdm1AU5S9P0/zimorgan_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So…that was my Facebook rant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8164843403212428811?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8164843403212428811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8164843403212428811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8164843403212428811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8164843403212428811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-invader-zim-style.html' title='Facebook, Invader Zim Style'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SaOe6YbU8FI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ItTZOIo-Ty0/s72-c/zim.pondering_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-576861424749830223</id><published>2009-02-09T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:12:21.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with Quitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Quitting an activity has always been very hard for me.&amp;#160; It’s always an agonizing decision.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I remember when I came to DePauw and I wanted to continue playing my French horn and swim.&amp;#160; This was an impossibility as both practices occurred at the same time and missing one for the other wasn’t something my coach or director was fond or supportive of.&amp;#160; I loved playing my French horn and I was decent at it (of course not after a summer of not playing, but before that).&amp;#160; Maybe I felt like I had played my horn too long and I needed to focus my energy on a different hobby, I’m not sure, but I decided to stop playing my horn and quit band.&amp;#160; This was an awful decision.&amp;#160; I remember telling the director of my decision and practically breaking down in tears because I had been playing an instrument for so long.&amp;#160; Of course, little did I know that I should have kept playing my horn because I loathed swimming for DePauw, but I guess it’s one of those things you (really, I) learn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I quit something, the decision is always so hard and it usually involves tears at some point during the process.&amp;#160; Even when the organization is so wrong for me that other people are completely aware of it, I still don’t want to quit!&amp;#160; I get this awful feeling of failure and ask myself “Why couldn’t I make this work?” and “Why did this fail?”&amp;#160; This is even when something is so obviously not working well with my life.&amp;#160; I guess I feel some sort of twisted loyalty to an organization.&amp;#160; Sometimes I just have to learn to let things go, particularly when it will improve my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-576861424749830223?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/576861424749830223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=576861424749830223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/576861424749830223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/576861424749830223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/02/problem-with-quitting.html' title='The Problem with Quitting'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2949652805241097287</id><published>2009-02-08T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:50:56.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As my last semester at DePauw, I’ve sent some semester goals for myself.&amp;#160; When I refer to myself, I actually mean Shela and me.&amp;#160; These goals are rather informal, but we’ve been trying really hard to do things pertaining to these goals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goal #1: Be more social&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are lots of people that Ashley and I know and we would like to spend more time with them.&amp;#160; We’ve started having people over for dinner a lot.&amp;#160; So far, it’s been really enjoyable.&amp;#160; We get to share a meal with someone we like and talk about what’s going on.&amp;#160; Plus it encourages us to cook more than just mac and cheese, which we adore!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goal #2: Have intellectual discussions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This goal sounds really dorky and we both realize that, but it fits us as people and it’s a great goal because we get to do so much with it!&amp;#160; We’re both in a women’s studies class and we’ve enjoyed the discussions that have sparked out of this.&amp;#160; Interestingly enough, these intellectual discussions outside of the classroom is an issue DePauw’s president is attempting to address.&amp;#160; Shlea and I feel we have been doing a great job of being intellectually engaged outside the classroom.&amp;#160; It’s great to have a friend that to discuss things with in such an open environment.&amp;#160; We both know there is no judgment and we’re able to share differing view points without anyone leaping at our throats or talking down to us.&amp;#160; I feel these discussions have taken our friendship beyond a social aspect to a level that shows our friendship will last beyond college years.&amp;#160; I think that’s a pretty good outcome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Overall, I think we’ve done quite well in trying to reach the semester goals so far.&amp;#160; I regret not being a senior sooner so I could have figured out these goals earlier!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2949652805241097287?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2949652805241097287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2949652805241097287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2949652805241097287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2949652805241097287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/02/semester-goals.html' title='Semester Goals'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8823316640865394040</id><published>2009-01-27T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:53:09.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom &amp; Dad: Stuff at SYD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This post is for Mom and Dad because I know they will be going through Sydney Duty-Free on their way to the international terminal.&amp;#160; If you are feeling particularly generous or tired and unable to control your actions, I’ll really take either situation, here a few things you can pick up en route.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swatch watch-&lt;/strong&gt;I really wanted a watch for Christmas, but instead I got a trip to Australia.&amp;#160; Talk about getting the shaft.&amp;#160; BUT, if you still want to get me a watch, I found a really great one by Swatch in the duty-free store.&amp;#160; It has paisley leaves on each side of the very thin watch face and sparkly things bordering the leaves.&amp;#160; It’s a great looking watch.&amp;#160; Feel free to call me if you need more descriptive details of where the Swatch display is in Duty-Free, but I’m sure a sales associate would be more than happy to help you find it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billabong shirt-&lt;/strong&gt;Just outside of the Duty-Free shop to the left is a surf shop full of surf brand clothes.&amp;#160; On the table are some really cute shirts that say things like “Australia”.&amp;#160; My favorite is the one that has a hibiscus on it and says (in a nice rainbow gradient):    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="6"&gt;Billa     &lt;br /&gt;bong      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Vivaldi" size="5"&gt;Australia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m sure you’ll know it when you see it, but if you can’t find it on the t-shirt table, the shirts that say “Australia” in neon colors are pretty cool as is just about any other shirt on that table.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just so you know or needed something to do during your layover in the Sydney airport that I know you both are so fond of.&amp;#160; OK, love you both, see you soon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8823316640865394040?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8823316640865394040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8823316640865394040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8823316640865394040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8823316640865394040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-dad-stuff-at-syd.html' title='Mom &amp;amp; Dad: Stuff at SYD'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4353315748618836337</id><published>2009-01-27T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:54:57.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you know me, then please ask for this story in person because it’s more detailed and funnier with hand gestures and half-acting on my part.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All of us, Deb, Greg, Mom, Dad, and I, went to the airport on Friday so that I could catch my plane to Sydney and start the long journey back to West Lafayette.&amp;#160; The family and I walk in while Deb and Greg find a parking place.&amp;#160; We tried to self-check me in, but that didn’t work and we were told to go to one of the counters.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We’re at the counter and the guy behind the counter looks up my itinerary and it turns out I was 24 hours &lt;strong&gt;late&lt;/strong&gt; for my flight!!&amp;#160; I was so embarrassed and mortified!&amp;#160; I was also terrified to look at my mother for fear her angry eyes would sear through my face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We made our way to the Qantas sales desk where everything was perfectly rectified!&amp;#160; And it didn’t cost anything!&amp;#160; Qantas is my new favorite airline.&amp;#160; They even still serve you meals in the air and the wine and beer is free.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;Favorite airline.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This was, as you may have guessed, a rather traumatic experience for me, since it was so blatantly obvious that I dropped the ball off a cliff.&amp;#160; Mom was kind enough to take care of the change in schedule for my shuttle from Chicago and for someone to pick me up from the Purdue Airport at the new time.&amp;#160; While Mom was doing this, I was sitting in the kitchen with Dad.&amp;#160; Here’s how our conversation went:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I sure hope Mom still loves me at the end of all of this.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, me too.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;WHAT?!?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the end, I think Deb and Greg got to me, subconsciously, with all of their talk of staying an extra day and calling Qantas to get my flight changed.&amp;#160; I just forgot to call Qantas and tell them.&amp;#160; Fortunately for me, I was able to cajole my way into two extra days in Australia with my parents!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4353315748618836337?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4353315748618836337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4353315748618836337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4353315748618836337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4353315748618836337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaving-perth.html' title='Leaving Perth'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6939980271173816585</id><published>2009-01-27T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:34:51.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving in Australia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After being in Perth for about two weeks I had successfully done several things:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Take the bus, train, or combination to Perth and Fremantle&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Arrive at destinations without making too much of a fool of myself&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Cross the street without being run over or close to it&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At this point I was able to work up the courage to get behind the wheel of a car!&amp;#160; This entire action was only made possible by existence and ownership by Greg of a TomTom navigation device.&amp;#160; If it were not for the calming female voice telling to “Bear left” I probably would have stayed on one road because I was so busy saying “left-hand side of the road” over and over to myself.&amp;#160; Eventually it got a lot easier to drive around, but I never drove without TomTom.&amp;#160; You can think of it as my driving security blanket.&amp;#160; Unfortunately, I couldn’t program TomTom to tell me to stay on the left-hand side of the road.&amp;#160; That would be real technology…or at least real helpful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6939980271173816585?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6939980271173816585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6939980271173816585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6939980271173816585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6939980271173816585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/driving-in-australia.html' title='Driving in Australia!'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-731396237393268946</id><published>2009-01-27T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:22:04.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Creatures Brewery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I didn’t mention going to Little Creatures Brewery on the Fremantle Must Do page because I felt it was so much fun that it deserved it’s own page.&amp;#160; OK, that’s a lie.&amp;#160; I didn’t write it down on the original list, but I do feel it’s worth a special mention since it’s a brewery and it was uber-fun!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deb decided we should go to Little Creatures on my last day in WA since it’s a popular brewery.&amp;#160; What a fun decision!&amp;#160; The guy who was helping us was so much fun and he told us so much about all the different beers.&amp;#160; We tried all six types of beers that they brewed on site.&amp;#160; My favorites were the bright ale and the cider.&amp;#160; Deb was above and beyond nice and she bought me a Little Creatures Brewery shirt!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Overall really good experience, even though I can’t remember most of what our “beer guide” said.&amp;#160; I obviously should have videotaped that.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX_BSoIcXdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BRnDgIiu82E/s1600-h/PICT3710%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3710" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; 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My mom and Deb were going to a conference at the Australian Institute of Sport (AIS), which is also where we stayed in dormitory accommodations.&amp;#160; We had two days in Canberra to explore the city.&amp;#160; Unfortunately for my dad, Qantas had a major disconnect and left his suitcase in San Francisco.&amp;#160; Like the smart packer he is, he had packed extra necessities in his carry-on!&amp;#160; We had to wait to two days to get his suitcase which didn’t arrive until we at the airport ready to go back to Perth!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Portrait Gallery-T&lt;/strong&gt;he National Portrait Gallery was really fun!&amp;#160; I loved the portraits because they portray real people so you feel like can connect with this piece of art.&amp;#160; The gallery had a free audio tour on an iPod Touch, which I definitely took advantage of!&amp;#160; It had interviews with various artists and portrait subjects and it really added a lot of depth to those selected portraits.&amp;#160; Unfortunately I can’t remember that many names since I was inundated with them, but my favorite portrait was of a professor.&amp;#160; There was an interview with him on the tour that talked about the process of the creating the portrait.&amp;#160; The part that I really liked was that he said he always wears a white shirt.&amp;#160; He held up a collage of pictures from his life and he points out that in every one, he’s wearing a white shirt!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;City Center-&lt;/strong&gt;Being an avid shopper, I find it necessary to check out the malls in any given city.&amp;#160; Although Greg doesn’t think City Center is very good, I could have gotten lost!&amp;#160; I swear, it spans for blocks and blocks, in several directions!&amp;#160; This was where I walked into David Lawrence and fell in love with the red dress.&amp;#160; When we first went in, I didn’t try it on.&amp;#160; It was the only thing I saw all day that I really wanted to try on, so we went back later.&amp;#160; (The picture was taken on my phone, so I apologize for the poor quality.)&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-98KjdJaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wWZxo69Kgak/s1600-h/PIC-0080%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC-0080" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="128" alt="PIC-0080" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-98lVUJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ke4WPXzrpZc/PIC-0080_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-9135970530828841291?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/9135970530828841291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=9135970530828841291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/9135970530828841291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/9135970530828841291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-you-must-do-canberra.html' title='Things You Must Do: Canberra'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-98lVUJ4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ke4WPXzrpZc/s72-c/PIC-0080_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6083422181327078783</id><published>2009-01-27T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:40:58.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Must Do: Fremantle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fremantle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fremantle Market-&lt;/strong&gt;The market is amazing!&amp;#160; There is so much variety in the shops, you probably should go more than one day.&amp;#160; There are tourist shops, antique shops, honey stalls, and homemade bath &amp;amp; body product stalls.&amp;#160; If you go to the market, be sure to check out the stall for Stunned Emu Designs.&amp;#160; Wendy Binks, the creative force behind Stunned Emu Designs, has functional art that is colorful and whimsical!&amp;#160; Also, you’ll want to go to the very back to look at the fresh produce!&amp;#160; Several stalls have samples of fruit, so you can decide which mangoes from where taste the best.&amp;#160; The smells alone are enough to make you walk away with enough fruit to feed an army!&amp;#160; I took bunches of pictures of the produce section since it was so darn colorful and intoxicating!&amp;#160; Check them out on &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/edonahue/sets/72157612973424127/" target="_blank"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-3pZG6WsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AKw95wAhXt4/s1600-h/PICT3694%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3694" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT3694" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-3pmSxoMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uQKW26avQCk/PICT3694_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High Street-&lt;/strong&gt;High Street has a great pedestrian mall that turns into a real street.&amp;#160; The mall is relaxing with book stores and clothing shops and ice cream vendors.&amp;#160; There are tables and benches in the middle to take a break and just enjoy the weather!&amp;#160; After the pedestrian mall are more shops and some art galleries.&amp;#160; There are several framing shops which double as art galleries.&amp;#160; There is also a very lovely and upscale indigenous art gallery.&amp;#160; The works are breath-taking and the curator is really willing to talk about different piece, tell you about the artist, and what each piece represents.&amp;#160; You can also check out the Record Finder for some great albums.&amp;#160; At the end of High Street is the Round House.&amp;#160; I, of course, documented this in pictures that are on &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/edonahue/sets/72157612584086819/" target="_blank"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; (surprise)!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amano-&lt;/strong&gt;There are at least two gelato shops in Fremantle that are very close to each other.&amp;#160; I, personally, like Amano the best.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-3qO2sDxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lir0gZHOKu0/s1600-h/PICT3523%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3523" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT3523" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-3qQj07qI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VckcsJmUm8E/PICT3523_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;strong&gt;Rottnest-&lt;/strong&gt;Although Rottnest isn’t in Fremantle, you can catch a ferry to Rotto in Fremantle or Perth.&amp;#160; GO TO ROTTO!&amp;#160; It’s so much fun!&amp;#160; There are no cars on Rotto, so you bike or walk everywhere.&amp;#160; Buses are allowed for tour purposes and there is a free bus that goes to different points on the island.&amp;#160; I took lots of photos on the &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/edonahue/sets/72157612692467774/" target="_blank"&gt;Island Discovery Tour&lt;/a&gt; and I even &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9Y5InIhghM" target="_blank"&gt;flew to Rotto with Brenton&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6083422181327078783?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6083422181327078783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6083422181327078783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6083422181327078783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6083422181327078783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-you-must-do-fremantle.html' title='Things You Must Do: Fremantle'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-3pmSxoMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uQKW26avQCk/s72-c/PICT3694_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-792071339916501278</id><published>2009-01-27T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:15:48.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Must Do: Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve just returned from my month long trip to Australia.&amp;#160; It was wonderful!&amp;#160; I would say without a doubt it was the best holiday I’ve ever had.&amp;#160; It was in between semesters, so I didn’t have homework to worry about.&amp;#160; And I wasn’t working and I had no deadlines during January.&amp;#160; Since I had already completed all of the required &lt;a href="http://www.depauw.edu/admin/winterterm/" target="_blank"&gt;Winter Terms&lt;/a&gt;, I was free to relax and not write learning journals or a travel journal or a response to anything!&amp;#160; I spent most of my time in Australia in Perth and Fremantle.&amp;#160; I fly to Canberra for a couple days to meet up with my parents, and then we flew back to Perth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is my list of things that you really should do if you’re ever in Perth or Fremantle.&amp;#160; If you go to one, you might as well go to the other since it’s a 45-minute train ride away and it might even be faster by bus!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Looking at what I’ve written so far, I’m going to split up the posts by city so you aren’t bombarded with a huge post!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Perth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kings Park-&lt;/strong&gt;If you are in Perth, go to Kings Park.&amp;#160; No ifs, ands, or buts, you just have to go!&amp;#160; It’s absolutely gorgeous.&amp;#160; The views of the city are amazing!&amp;#160; It’s a great place for picnics or to go and read.&amp;#160; There are trails all over, so you can go for a walk, run, push bike, the possibilities are endless.&amp;#160; There are also outdoor movies at Kings Park, so you can pack an eski and go see a movie.&amp;#160; I truly wish I had spent more time at Kings Park.&amp;#160; There’s also a great neighborhood around the park, especially if you want to see some beautiful apartments and condos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hay St. &amp;amp; Murray St.-&lt;/strong&gt;This is targeted at the shopper.&amp;#160; Hay St. Mall and Murray St. Mall are great pedestrian malls.&amp;#160; Between these two streets you get Forrest Chase, a big outdoor mall, and places like London Court, a historic alley of shops.&amp;#160; You can truly satisfy every type of shopper between these two streets.&amp;#160; Whether you’re looking for tourist-y gifts, clothes, electronics, jewelry, Target, or rugby gear, they’ve got you covered.&amp;#160; Oh and body-piercing and tattoo parlors as well, just in case you’re looking for that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perth Mint-&lt;/strong&gt;OK, I’ll admit it, I didn’t actually go to the Perth Mint.&amp;#160; I really wanted to though!&amp;#160; I was going to go with my dad, but we just didn’t make it there.&amp;#160; It was my fault since I was looking for a specific shop, which had moved without telling anyone.&amp;#160; I heard that it was a great experience and it’s really cool!&amp;#160; Based on the good reviews I’ve heard, I would definitely check this out!&amp;#160; Remember, do as I say, not as I do.&amp;#160; Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cultural Center: Northbridge-&lt;/strong&gt;The Cultural Center in Northbridge is really nice.&amp;#160; It’s a nice open area with water features, a nice plaza, and nice places to sit.&amp;#160; Along with these fabulous items, you can also find the Art Gallery of Western Australia, the Western Australia Museum, and the State Library.&amp;#160; The plaza is a great place for large, outdoor art or museum exhibits.&amp;#160; For those of you who watch my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/creepyed" target="_blank"&gt;YouTube videos&lt;/a&gt;, you probably remember the outdoor Earth Above.&amp;#160; This exhibit was really neat; it was a collection of aerial photos from ALL over the world taken over a series of years.&amp;#160; If you want to see some of the pictures, check out the YouTube video!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c452a25a-aaee-422e-b0da-aeeefd9590ec" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mm8lGWnjmrw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mm8lGWnjmrw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miami Bakehouse-&lt;/strong&gt;If you’re in Perth, check out the Miami Bakehouse.&amp;#160; It’s on Canning Highway in the Palmyra/Melville area.&amp;#160; You can catch the 106 bus from downtown and you’ll pass right by Miami Bakehouse.&amp;#160; It’s really close to Deb and Greg’s house, so I would stop there before going home.&amp;#160; Their Vanilla Slice is award-winning and with very good reason: it’s DELICIOUS!&amp;#160; I highly recommend trying one.&amp;#160; Of course, everything that I tried at Miami Bakehouse was really good!&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-wzYdy67I/AAAAAAAAAD4/U03WnD6LMJM/s1600-h/PICT3583%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3583" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT3583" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-wzuN5jqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u2wT2nvi5tU/PICT3583_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salsa Dancing-&lt;/strong&gt;I dance salsa and I always like to check out the salsa scene in other cities.&amp;#160; So, if you dance too, then you’re in luck!&amp;#160; On Tuesdays you can go to The Mustang and on Thursdays you can head over to The Deen.&amp;#160; Both of these bars are in Northbridge and they’re only a couple blocks away from each other.&amp;#160; At The Deen there’s another little room with a great floor, even though it’s a little slick, if it gets too crowded on the main floor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al Dente-&lt;/strong&gt;If you like Italian food, you’ll love Al Dente!&amp;#160; Once again, just off of Canning Highway in Palmyra, Al Dente has delectable food!&amp;#160; Sergio, the owner, is great and really fun!&amp;#160; It’s a casual restaurant that can also accommodate larger parties.&amp;#160; There’s a small corkage fee if you’d like to bring your own wine, which we did all three times we went!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-792071339916501278?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/792071339916501278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=792071339916501278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/792071339916501278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/792071339916501278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-you-must-do-perth.html' title='Things You Must Do: Perth'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SX-wzuN5jqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u2wT2nvi5tU/s72-c/PICT3583_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3605121916638441393</id><published>2009-01-26T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:07:25.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian-isms I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Brekky : breakfast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Holiday : vacation&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Knackered : tired (in actuality probably European, but someone here said it…of course she’s from Ireland, oh well)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Marge : Margarine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Biscuit/Bikie : cookie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stubby Holder : beer cozy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eski : cooler&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s make a move/ Let’s boogie : let’s get going&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Avo : afternoon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sieve-head : absent minded&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Push bike : bike&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3605121916638441393?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3605121916638441393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3605121916638441393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3605121916638441393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3605121916638441393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/australian-isms-i-like.html' title='Australian-isms I like'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6138158424634953578</id><published>2009-01-19T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:15:36.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Day</title><content type='html'>Today I’ll be headed to Canberra.&amp;nbsp; The plane leaves at 14:00 (2 pm for whoever doesn’t know how a 24-hour clock works).&amp;nbsp; Since Deb was going to have a very busy day at work doing enrollments, she wasn’t going to have time to pick me up at home.&amp;nbsp; So, I went to work with her!&amp;nbsp; I’m in her office right now after exploring the campus just a little bit.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXQ15BgxCSI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wu5OSTSsCIc/s1600-h/PICT36623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="PICT3662" border="0" height="184" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXQ16AxrgdI/AAAAAAAAADk/3te2QQ6tB3Y/PICT3662_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="PICT3662" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had brekky at an on-campus cafe very close to Deb’s building.&amp;nbsp; Above is one of the views from inside.&amp;nbsp; It’s an extremely beautiful day, so a short walk seemed very much in order.&amp;nbsp; While walking to the bookstore, I noticed a fabulous plumeria tree and proceeded to take some pictures.&amp;nbsp; The thing I love about warm places is the flowers!&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXQ17P_L3XI/AAAAAAAAADo/Yq93Q5TiHHc/s1600-h/PICT36684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="PICT3668" border="0" height="184" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXQ173g-GhI/AAAAAAAAADs/DkLWLz6N-6M/PICT3668_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="PICT3668" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made it to the bookstore, perused the selection, found a lovely book on the history of shoes, and decided Australia has much better day planners than the States.&amp;nbsp; I’ve loved every single planner I’ve looked at with the exception of two.&amp;nbsp; One because it only showed four days at a time, which is very difficult to work with and I can’t remember the reason I didn’t like the other one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have a 40 minute stop at the Adelaide airport, so that should be exciting and I’ll be in Canberra, the capital city, around 21:10 (once again, for those who can’t figure out the 24-hour clock, that’s 9:10 pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;I’m currently in Adelaide.&amp;nbsp; I’m sitting in the Qantas Club.&amp;nbsp; Deb lives large and she can have guests!&amp;nbsp; It turns out you can pay a membership fee for the club and it is well worth it!&amp;nbsp; Food, wireless, drinks, printers, showers, great chairs.&amp;nbsp; It’s pretty sweet.&amp;nbsp; I feel so…famous and chic!&lt;br /&gt;I’m also uploading photos to Flickr, so check those out &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/edonahue/sets/72157612690331723/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I also got a stuffed animal Koala.&amp;nbsp; It needs a name.&amp;nbsp; Help me out &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/edonahue/sets/72157612675439468/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6138158424634953578?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6138158424634953578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6138158424634953578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6138158424634953578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6138158424634953578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/travel-day.html' title='Travel Day'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXQ16AxrgdI/AAAAAAAAADk/3te2QQ6tB3Y/s72-c/PICT3662_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-528536279008878247</id><published>2009-01-15T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:03:59.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fremantle City Walk</title><content type='html'>As I type, I am uploading a batch of photos to Flickr documenting some of my City Walk of Fremantle.  I thought I’d give a short description here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snug gave me a ride into Fremantle yesterday so I was able to walk around for a bit and sweat a lot.  Yesterday and today have been extremely hot with temperatures reaching 40C, that’s about 104F.  The first stop I made was to get some ice cream!  Gelato is very popular in Fremantle and I’m certainly not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXAS0tJZUII/AAAAAAAAADA/l99ABPeOnCc/s1600-h/PICT3559%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="PICT3559" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXAS2XFxj7I/AAAAAAAAADE/VFvYPWaeNh0/PICT3559_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="PICT3559" width="244" align="left" border="0" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wandered around the Cappuccino Strip for a bit, aptly named since there are so many cafes and coffee shops.  There are also restaurants and ale houses to be found there as well.  Then I moved on to the High Street Mall (see left), a nice pedestrian mall with lots of cute shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I kept going down High St. and I stumbled across this record store, The Record Finder.  This shop has the feel of a classic m&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXAS92AFAAI/AAAAAAAAADI/uM3wWrICO6A/s1600-h/PICT3560%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="PICT3560" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXAS_hLPEwI/AAAAAAAAADM/SFE-NNt-fDA/PICT3560_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="PICT3560" width="244" align="right" border="0" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;usic store.  LPs lined the walls!  After browsing through some of the selection, it became apparent that they have a pretty good collection, consisting of (thankfully) more than just Barbara Streisand and Christmas albums.  The jazz section looks really good, so that will make for some fun exploring.  I also love current artists on LP, so I might push for a couple of those as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walk&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXATEdAZ42I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hdNE_m3M8GE/s1600-h/PICT3570%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="PICT3570" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXATF-umzoI/AAAAAAAAADU/aCdwpH9F6Lw/PICT3570_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="PICT3570" width="244" align="left" border="0" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed along the beach, took some pictures of said beach, and  headed back to the bus stop.  I caught the 106, Esplande Station via Canning Highway, and headed home.  On my way home I stopped at Miami Bakehouse (see below), which is delicious!  I’ve truly enjoyed their Vanilla Slice which has vanilla frosting on top of a pastry layer and then custard.  I love custard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXATLeLliHI/AAAAAAAAADY/eGtiC-iBuUg/s1600-h/PICT3583%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="PICT3583" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXATNB0bCjI/AAAAAAAAADc/-djAseM80vI/PICT3583_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="PICT3583" width="244" border="0" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening I went out salsa dancing at the Deen.  Around midnight the DJ starts playing a lot of reggaeton, which is not my favorite and it’s difficult to dance salsa to.  So, Marcus and I went to the Moon Cafe and had dessert.  It’s become a nice tradition to have dessert there after dancing and it made for a calm wind down to very busy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-528536279008878247?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/528536279008878247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=528536279008878247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/528536279008878247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/528536279008878247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/fremantle-city-walk.html' title='Fremantle City Walk'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SXAS2XFxj7I/AAAAAAAAADE/VFvYPWaeNh0/s72-c/PICT3559_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6781000218592295340</id><published>2009-01-05T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:50:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiteman Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I went to Whiteman Park with Sniggle and her boyfriend Michael.&amp;#160; Whiteman Park has a great Wildlife Center that has lots of Australian animals.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLGmjTfeLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aVtMLwjicPQ/s1600-h/PICT34354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3435" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="PICT3435" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLGpDN6t-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BGpHnLVYVH4/PICT3435_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; This is the sign you see when you enter the park.&amp;#160; Yes, that is a sign warning of kangaroos, buffaloes, and bobtails.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At Whiteman Park, we started with a Farm Show.&amp;#160; This was tons of fun and we got to see a sheep being sheared, learning how to crack a whip and the physics (?) behind it, and we got to see LAMBS!!&amp;#160; I loved seeing the lambs because it’s one of those words that has a silent B and like many people know, I love words that have silent B’s.&amp;#160; I was just making a nice list in my head.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLGrS9v1TI/AAAAAAAAACA/muqdm9C33GM/s1600-h/PICT34473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3447" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT3447" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLGtvJrnuI/AAAAAAAAACE/LnasY9bZNB4/PICT3447_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I did love seeing the lambs, but I had a huge problem with them.&amp;#160; I thought there were really cute, but at the same time I know they are very delicious.&amp;#160; It was quite a conundrum until the guide told me that the lambs are for merino wool only and they won’t be eaten.&amp;#160; So I could pet them and think they are adorable and get all attached and want to take one home!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the Farm Show we headed over to the Wombat and Friends Show.&amp;#160; This was extremely informative and very exciting!&amp;#160; I guess I always forget the the male bird is always flashier than the female.&amp;#160; Wombats are often orphaned because their mothers die by getting run over.&amp;#160; Wombats can run up to 40 kilometers per hour which is very surprising since their legs are about as long as a dauschaund’s.&amp;#160; An emu, which has much longer legs, can run as fast as 50 kilometers per hour.&amp;#160; Obviously, the wombat is keeping up!&amp;#160; Isn’t this wombat the cutest thing you’ve ever seen??&amp;#160; That’s Sniggles with me, by the way.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLGx_ZQ-NI/AAAAAAAAACI/SYPFhaKMp5c/s1600-h/PICT34503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3450" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT3450" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLGy-iDM0I/AAAAAAAAACM/HG6_QkR_Psw/PICT3450_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moving on with cool things that have happened to me today, I also got to pet a wallaby. &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLG0Jarx7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Bd9VckJlYU/s1600-h/rocko4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="rocko" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="rocko" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLG1MJe01I/AAAAAAAAACU/GwNYMPMfpps/rocko_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="206" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And when I say wallaby, I mean a full on “Rock’s Modern Life” wallaby.&amp;#160; Except the cow I got to pet wasn’t near the wallaby and I don’t think they were friends. Wallabies are very adorable and we got to pet one that was a baby!&amp;#160; He was an orphan and he sat in the volunteer’s lap as he would have in his mothers pouch.&amp;#160; Wallabies are smaller than kangaroos, but are very similar.&amp;#160; Once again, wallaby = very cute.&amp;#160; I also got to pet kangaroos!!&amp;#160; All the animals were really soft, it gave me warm fuzzies!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Did I mention I milked a cow too? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLG2kcFuOI/AAAAAAAAACY/EGCIC7DlNBI/s1600-h/PICT34434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3443" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="PICT3443" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLG3qAhUyI/AAAAAAAAACc/463kzkxFCqs/PICT3443_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLGrS9v1TI/AAAAAAAAACA/muqdm9C33GM/s1600-h/PICT34473.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I took lots of pictures, so check them out on &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/edonahue/sets/72157612197379970/" target="_blank"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6781000218592295340?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6781000218592295340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6781000218592295340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6781000218592295340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6781000218592295340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/whiteman-park.html' title='Whiteman Park'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWLGpDN6t-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BGpHnLVYVH4/s72-c/PICT3435_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6516842492677891726</id><published>2009-01-02T22:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:23:13.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things get ugly on Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m uploading videos to YouTube and the advertisement on the side is something about “Click to see the effects of Ice.”&amp;#160; There are arrows for ageing, sores, and teeth.&amp;#160; I’m, of course, looking at this very confused since I had no idea ice could do that to you!&amp;#160; I though it was for cooling drinks and reducing swelling!&amp;#160; Then at the end of the advertisement there was a website, amphets.com.au.&amp;#160; Oh, now I get it: Ice is a street name for some drug.&amp;#160; Whew.&amp;#160; And I happily continue on with my life, thankful that I have no idea what any street names for drugs are!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV8EOSmEVWI/AAAAAAAAABw/vldpSjfqtoc/s1600-h/ice%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="ice" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="214" alt="ice" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV8ETzp6G5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/f6s6ceAahu8/ice_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lovely, no?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6516842492677891726?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6516842492677891726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6516842492677891726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6516842492677891726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6516842492677891726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-get-ugly-on-ice.html' title='Things get ugly on Ice'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV8ETzp6G5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/f6s6ceAahu8/s72-c/ice_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3866410932178422438</id><published>2009-01-02T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:08:43.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My what big teeth you have</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The other day, I suppose it was Day Six, we went to the beach and had a bbq with Chris and her family.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV8A4lqffNI/AAAAAAAAABo/sljXG1blRmM/s1600-h/PICT3379%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3379" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="PICT3379" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV8A6C284RI/AAAAAAAAABs/S-2NkLD7Hck/PICT3379_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/a&gt; Chris is on the right in this picture, she’s in a school uniform, Deb is a mad scientist!&amp;#160; Anyway, we’re getting out of the car at the beach and unloading things from the trunk and Chris looks at me says, “You have such white teeth!”&amp;#160; What a compliment!&amp;#160; Truly one of the best!&amp;#160; I guess she used to be a dentist, so that makes sense.&amp;#160; I was quite pleased with myself (and my teeth)!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The bbq was really fun.&amp;#160; There is a public bbq so we had to wait in line to use it.&amp;#160; The people before us had some young women using it who had no idea what they were doing and just couldn’t press the button at the right time to keep the surface warm enough to do any grilling.&amp;#160; It was very frustrating for our hungry party!&amp;#160; Thankfully, when we were using it, we knew exactly what we were doing.&amp;#160; Of course when I say we, I mean Greg and Simon, Chris’s husband.&amp;#160; They bonded with the guys next to them by offering them some homebrew ginger beer.&amp;#160; It was really quite cute!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3866410932178422438?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3866410932178422438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3866410932178422438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3866410932178422438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3866410932178422438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-what-big-teeth-you-have.html' title='My what big teeth you have'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV8A6C284RI/AAAAAAAAABs/S-2NkLD7Hck/s72-c/PICT3379_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8677018678585580840</id><published>2009-01-02T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:34:48.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do, 1/3/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Upload pictures and videos&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Clean my room&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Do some laundry&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Separate gifts for people&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Figure out what I still need to buy&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Get post cards and start sending them!&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Book tour of Rottnest&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Book flight to Canberra&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8677018678585580840?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8677018678585580840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8677018678585580840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8677018678585580840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8677018678585580840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-do-132009.html' title='To Do, 1/3/2009'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6916455227805718973</id><published>2009-01-02T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:33:13.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAHHH, My Eye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The first evening we went to the beach, the sea breeze was in full force.&amp;#160; This means was being blown about.&amp;#160; Of course, a grain of sand got lodged in my eye and I didn’t feel a thing until I took out my contacts that night.&amp;#160; Then it felt like there was something in my eye, but I couldn’t see it or get it out and my eye just kept watering!&amp;#160; I’m not sure what happened to my eye, but it’s rather painful.&amp;#160; Thankfully wearing my contacts makes it slightly better.&amp;#160; We went to the chemist today and they gave me some eye drops and told me the eye was probably scratched.&amp;#160; Here’s some things I don’t understand if it was scratched:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Why do I get the sense I “feel” something when my eyes are closed?&amp;#160; Isn’t closing my eyes supposed to be soothing for a scratch? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I was wearing contacts when I got the scratch, so shouldn’t they have protected my eye then too? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Why is my eye so sensitive to light? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;If it’s something on the eyeball that’s scratched, why is my eyelid swollen? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Isn’t there something I can take or topical medication for the discomfort?? &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh well.&amp;#160; The chemist said if it’s not seeing (haha, pun) improvement by tomorrow afternoon to see a doctor.&amp;#160; It’s just frustrating.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6916455227805718973?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6916455227805718973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6916455227805718973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6916455227805718973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6916455227805718973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/aahhh-my-eye.html' title='AAHHH, My Eye!'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-381726514414301182</id><published>2009-01-02T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:26:20.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm in Perth, Australia right now.&amp;#160; I’ve been having a wonderful time and the weather is beautiful!&amp;#160; It’s been in the 30’s all week, which has been really hot!&amp;#160; Without Ashley, my video skills are sorely lacking, but I’ve managed to shoot some stuff here in Perth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:94671de9-2a3d-4410-bb6e-d924547f68ca" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJRNZe3c1cU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJRNZe3c1cU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since I’ve been here, I’ve lost track of the days, but I vaguely remember the dates.&amp;#160; I arrived on the 27th, which was the same day as Greg’s birthday party.&amp;#160; That was exhausting.&amp;#160; The flight from LA to Sydney is 14 hours.&amp;#160; Total air time was about 24 hours.&amp;#160; My mom, genius that she is, got me a pair of noise-cancelling headphones for Christmas, which saved me during the flight; I actually got some sleep!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next two days were spent doing some shopping.&amp;#160; There’s a nice shopping mall close to the house called Garden City.&amp;#160; There’s also some outlet shops at Harbour Town.&amp;#160; Deb and I only got through the first floor, so we still have to go back!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On Tuesday, Deb, Greg, and I meet up with some of their friends for some Thai food and a movie.&amp;#160; We went to this place call Han’s.&amp;#160; Greg was telling me the story behind Han’s.&amp;#160; It turns out it’s fast Thai food that sets up near cinemas.&amp;#160; The founder thought people would want some fast Thai food before going to the movies.&amp;#160; How right he was!&amp;#160; The service could have been better, but the food was pretty good.&amp;#160; After dinner, we went to see Slumdog Millionaire.&amp;#160; This movie is so intense!&amp;#160; It’s really good.&amp;#160; I’ll of course look for it on Amazon so I can buy it and we all can watch it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV4j7FCyZRI/AAAAAAAAABE/mvD7Bkut-r4/s1600-h/PICT33903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3390" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT3390" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV4j890baXI/AAAAAAAAABM/-Kr3PQiz9hg/PICT3390_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the movies, we all went to Christina’s house for a bit.&amp;#160; Christina just remodeled her house and it looks lovely!&amp;#160; Her backyard isn’t landscaped and she said it was because she ran out of money for turf (grass).&amp;#160; So, we planned an entire party for Christina to raise money for her backyard.&amp;#160; We decided “A Night at the Races” would be great.&amp;#160; I felt productive!&amp;#160; Here’s the good part, after party planning, Christina and I went out salsa dancing!&amp;#160; Yay!&amp;#160; It was great, a little different than salsa in Indy, but it was still really fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV4j-r1WaNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2pnAxYB2W7c/s1600-h/PICT34023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3402" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT3402" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV4j_h2duAI/AAAAAAAAABU/UnsUdXN3vaM/PICT3402_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Past couple of days I’ve spent at the beach and barbequing.&amp;#160; Last night I watched some Invader Zim after the barbeque!&amp;#160; I might be going to a pub on Sunday, which should be fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV4kBU_dV-I/AAAAAAAAABY/-KHsayhcjBs/s1600-h/PICT34273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PICT3427" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT3427" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV4kCvw2DxI/AAAAAAAAABk/wMoZiVAjwIw/PICT3427_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-381726514414301182?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/381726514414301182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=381726514414301182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/381726514414301182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/381726514414301182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2009/01/australia-update.html' title='Australia Update'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SV4j890baXI/AAAAAAAAABM/-Kr3PQiz9hg/s72-c/PICT3390_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3447794636725855695</id><published>2008-12-24T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:35:20.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/24/08</title><content type='html'>It is Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; I haven't written anything in a very long time.&amp;nbsp; This saddens me since I wanted to write on this blog more.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, we just finished Christmas dinner.&amp;nbsp; We had to do it Christmas Eve, since I leave tomorrow at 7 pm.&amp;nbsp; It was delicious!&amp;nbsp; I love it when my mom cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also invited one of her co-workers to dinner.&amp;nbsp; That was really fun.&amp;nbsp; I hope when I grow up, I'm as likeable as my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since I last wrote anything; it would be silly of me to try to recount everything.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like such a big deal, but now I can barely remember it!&amp;nbsp; I guess the big news is that I plan on taking a job with Lockheed Martin in Denver, CO.&amp;nbsp; Eventually I'll be moving to Colorado, which I'm really excited about!&amp;nbsp; It took me a little bit to accept the company due to some previous stigmas I had.&amp;nbsp; A lengthy discussion with Ashley thankfully helped me out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Christmas and that means major gift wrapping tonight.&amp;nbsp; Maybe tomorrow I'll do a special XMas Edition post with my favorite gifts in it!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I'll hopefully be updating this while I'm in Australia.&amp;nbsp; Plus, I plan on being on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/creepyed"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/edonahue/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3447794636725855695?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3447794636725855695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3447794636725855695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3447794636725855695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3447794636725855695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/12/122408.html' title='12/24/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-118634777754521460</id><published>2008-11-08T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:16:47.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/8/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have lots to do, as usual.&amp;#160; I need to write a cover letter for Google, which freaks me out.&amp;#160; I’m seriously scared of screwing up.&amp;#160; I also need to take some sort of test thing for Bloomberg, which I’m really nervous about as well.&amp;#160; I feel a bout of Imposter Syndrome coming on, which is bad, but I have no doubt it’ll pass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But I didn’t actually want to write about all that I have to do, although I find it endlessly entertaining.&amp;#160; I’ve noticed that in there is a lot of stuff about vampires in pop culture lately.&amp;#160; There is that show on HBO, a movie coming out that is based on a best-selling book, and I’ve seen tons of romance novels about vampires.&amp;#160; I’ve read one book about vampires and that’s Dracula by Bram Stoker.&amp;#160; Overall, vampires seem pretty bad with the whole sucking blood and turning people into vampires.&amp;#160; Main idea: bad.&amp;#160; But with all this new media surrounding vampires, I feel I may misjudged them.&amp;#160; Is it possible to stereotype something that doesn’t exist?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-118634777754521460?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/118634777754521460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=118634777754521460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/118634777754521460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/118634777754521460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/11/11808.html' title='11/8/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6486970626670428761</id><published>2008-11-01T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:16:36.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11/2/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I haven’t written anything in a long time.&amp;#160; I feel really guilty about that.&amp;#160; I like writing about stupid and mundane things that happen to me.&amp;#160; Sometimes it just helps me sort stuff out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, like everyone else in this world, I’ve been very busy and preoccupied.&amp;#160; I miss writing about stuff since I felt like sometimes I would discover patterns in my behavior that or some absolute truth about how I am.&amp;#160; That was always nice.&amp;#160; Right now I don’t know myself that well anymore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’d like to try writing more in the near future.&amp;#160; Even though a recent Wired article says blogs are dead.&amp;#160; Who cares? Not me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The other day I made my desktop black and white.&amp;#160; I like it a lot. Although it’s dark, I might add in some red.&amp;#160; I just remembered I have a great icon set that I might be able to use!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6486970626670428761?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6486970626670428761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6486970626670428761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6486970626670428761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6486970626670428761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/11/11208.html' title='11/2/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-766438661608456806</id><published>2008-10-04T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:07:13.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was the last day of GHC, sad!&amp;#160; It was so much fun!&amp;#160; Ashley and I did the most amazing things.&amp;#160; We got to talk to so many great women!&amp;#160; I'm currently working on my desktop.&amp;#160; It's exciting.&amp;#160; Sorry this is short and boring.&amp;#160; I opened Windows Live Writer and didn't want to close it without doing something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-766438661608456806?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/766438661608456806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=766438661608456806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/766438661608456806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/766438661608456806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/10/104.html' title='10/4'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8194141234651708745</id><published>2008-09-23T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:13:24.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/23/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I've come to conclusion that I'm not actually a very good student.&amp;#160; I've decided this because I could be a lot better.&amp;#160; I suppose I'll try to pay attention in class more and maybe that will help!&amp;#160; After that I just have to get all my schedule figured out with when I'm supposed to study and do homework.&amp;#160; I don't like homework taking over my life, makes me angry.&amp;#160; Hold on, I'm really hungry and need to go eat breakfast...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...Later that evening...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since this is my blog, I get to bitch on it all I want.&amp;#160; That's nice because I'm pretty sure my friends get tired of it.&amp;#160; I am exhausted.&amp;#160; I am also unsure of how I am going to get through the day tomorrow.&amp;#160; I suppose I could make a quick list of everything I have to do/worry about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Do/Worry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Compilers project 2&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Spanish Reading &amp;amp; Grammar composition&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Spanish Reading &amp;amp; Grammar homework&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Spanish Conversation &amp;amp; Phonetics homework&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Car insurance/lawyer/medical bills&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Lockheed Martin (call back)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Resume (update)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Fix printer network&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Make packing list&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Prepare for Graphics test&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Prepare for Compilers test&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Prepare for Spanish Reading &amp;amp; Grammar test&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAHHHHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If anyone has any survival tips, they are more than welcome!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8194141234651708745?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8194141234651708745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8194141234651708745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8194141234651708745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8194141234651708745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/09/92308.html' title='9/23/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-5407471820015195273</id><published>2008-09-18T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:53:47.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/18/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I haven't been very good about blogging lately, which is probably ok since I currently live with most of my loyal readers.&amp;#160; Either way, let's take a look at how my life is going, shall we?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Academics      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This semester I'm taking 4.5 credits.&amp;#160; I'm in Graphics, Compilers, Spanish Reading &amp;amp; Grammar, Spanish Conversation &amp;amp; Phonetics, Aerobic Conditioning Super Circuit, and French horn lessons.&amp;#160; Whew, talk about a full course load.&amp;#160; Everything seems to be going reasonably well so far.&amp;#160; That's pretty exciting for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I say going well, I mean I'm not failing anything yet.&amp;#160; I feel like I don't understand a lot of what I'm supposed to be learning, which is very frustrating.&amp;#160; I skipped my PE class this morning because I was just too tired.&amp;#160; I started write this post two days ago and I was in a much better mood then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Activities&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Per my usual self, I'm way too involved in things and probably doing way too much!&amp;#160; I have WiCS/ITAP, ACM, DG, Rugby, WGRE, and the CS House which is an activity just trying to cook dinner!&amp;#160; I'm always exhausted (and now bruised, thanks to rugby).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really Cool Stuff&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly attached to DePauw as a school.&amp;#160; I'm much more attached to the parts of DePauw I believe in, like the CS Dept., WiCS, and ITAP (even though ITAP is a catastrophic program right now, it has amazing potential).&amp;#160; I don't plan on going to my graduation because I'm hoping to be going on a rafting trip down the Grand Canyon.&amp;#160; Let's talk about incredible for a moment, shall we?&amp;#160; Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plans     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think over the next couple days I'm going to focus on writing down what I want.&amp;#160; I have a general idea of what I want in life and what I want to be.&amp;#160; But that's all it is, an idea.&amp;#160; When I think of it, it is just a feeling I get.&amp;#160; Sometimes there's a nice video playing of what I'm doing on a random Tuesday and sometimes there's a choice word that describes that one instant.&amp;#160; But I'm not sure how to express it in words and full sentences.&amp;#160; I need to write it out in a manner that I can make mini goals or at least figure out what can be done now to move along to the future goals.&amp;#160; Then I get to figure out how much money that costs.&amp;#160; That should be lots of fun!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That was a fun update and I hope that I can remember to continue blogging since I like to keep a record of my life so I can go back, read it later, and wonder what on earth I was thinking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-5407471820015195273?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/5407471820015195273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=5407471820015195273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5407471820015195273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5407471820015195273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/09/91808.html' title='9/18/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2809636575749174483</id><published>2008-09-02T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:05:36.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/2/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I attempted to buy a planner today; that failed miserably.&amp;#160; I know exactly what I want out of a planner and how I'd like it laid out.&amp;#160; In fact, I even found the perfect one, but it was for 2009 and not 2008.&amp;#160; I don't understand why planners for 2009 are being sold with 4 months left in 2008.&amp;#160; I'd like the Moleskine Weekly Planner (horizontal).&amp;#160; I don't like the one that's combined with a notebook because the entire week is only one page with lines on the other side.&amp;#160; One page is not enough space for me to plan my week.&amp;#160; I'd really like to have a soft cover planner, but I think the one I want only comes in a hard cover.&amp;#160; I'm most certainly willing to give on this point for the correct lay out (and year)!&amp;#160; I'm thinking I could get a Moleskine for 2009 and until then use a small pocket calendar.&amp;#160; The problem with this is that I make lists.&amp;#160; Lots of lists.&amp;#160; On post-it notes.&amp;#160; The post-it notes go in the planner where I look everyday.&amp;#160; This means the planner has to be bigger and a couple of post-it notes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just don't want to use the planner I had last year.&amp;#160; For one, I'd like a slimmer planner.&amp;#160; For another, there are some sketchy memories associated with that planner and I don't want them to surface every time I check my schedule.&amp;#160; Plus, Bryan's number is still in the back of the planner and I don't want to be toting that around with me.&amp;#160; I'm afraid I would be tempted to call it.&amp;#160; I almost called him twice this summer.&amp;#160; That would have been horrid.&amp;#160; I did email him a funny youtube video I thought he would like.&amp;#160; It was of Frank Caliendo, we used to watch him a lot.&amp;#160; He wrote back a short &amp;quot;Thank you&amp;quot; email.&amp;#160; His signature said M.S.&amp;#160; I can't remember what topic.&amp;#160; This weird feeling of rage boiled up inside of me, so I think it would be best to put the planner away.&amp;#160; I'm not as angry as I was, but sometimes I get real touchy about it.&amp;#160; I still can't listen to the Finger 11 song.&amp;#160; And I actually liked that song too.&amp;#160; There's this hot, boiling feeling in my chest when I think about it.&amp;#160; It truly feels like the temperature rises in my chest.&amp;#160; Not very comfortable.&amp;#160; Oh well.&amp;#160; At least I don't get these angry feelings about Nick.&amp;#160; Thankfully he proved that he is too stupid to waste any sort of feeling on other than pure pity for such foolishness.&amp;#160; Haha.&amp;#160; Laughing out loud (really).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm going to go make a to-do list on some post-its for tomorrow.&amp;#160; Hopefully I'll get half of the stuff done.&amp;#160; Hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2809636575749174483?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2809636575749174483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2809636575749174483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2809636575749174483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2809636575749174483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/09/9208.html' title='9/2/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-7084529737488029933</id><published>2008-08-31T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:08:24.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8/31/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I'm back at school which is really great.&amp;#160; I'm living in this awesome house with people I like and actually want to be around.&amp;#160; It's kind of new for me.&amp;#160; We still have to set up our study/lounge room.&amp;#160; I'm hoping to do that tomorrow night or at least in the near future.&amp;#160; We have to fix the futon and then I think things will come together much better.&amp;#160; Hopefully we'll be in the basement soon so I can do laundry because I feel like I'm running out of clothes.&amp;#160; Although I'm not, I just don't have my favorite t-shirts to wear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OK, onto Spanish homework!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-7084529737488029933?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/7084529737488029933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=7084529737488029933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7084529737488029933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7084529737488029933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/08/83108.html' title='8/31/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-5832216156950726629</id><published>2008-08-15T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:17:58.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Using the Power of Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My previous post speaks to the power of scent.&amp;#160; Even though we can try to fight it, the memories that are associated with a certain scent are so engrained into our &lt;strong&gt;subconscious&lt;/strong&gt; that it is truly difficult to fight them.&amp;#160; I'm waiting for technology to come out that will decide what memory comes flowing back to you.&amp;#160; Maybe the technology &lt;strong&gt;already exists&lt;/strong&gt; and it's not available to the general public.&amp;#160; Either way, I'm just waiting for it to be released with some &lt;strong&gt;perfume&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; Somehow embedded in the perfume will be trigger that will tell you brain &lt;strong&gt;what memory&lt;/strong&gt; to experience.&amp;#160; The memory will be pre-planned and it will put you in the memory as the main character, since after all, it's &lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;memory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think that would be awesome!&amp;#160; It would be like &lt;strong&gt;hypnosis&lt;/strong&gt; (I just finished watching Alias) except that deep hidden memory doesn't actually have to be something you have previously experienced!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course this technology could be used for &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; It can be used for good in situations like &lt;strong&gt;perfume&lt;/strong&gt; or to trigger a certain emotion (like a scented pick-me-up).&amp;#160; It could, unfortunately, be used for evil in the situation like Batman Beyond; suddenly everyone starts seeing terrible visions and &lt;strong&gt;mass panic&lt;/strong&gt; spreads through the world.&amp;#160; That would be &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Still, cool technology that I want to use someday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-5832216156950726629?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/5832216156950726629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=5832216156950726629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5832216156950726629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5832216156950726629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/08/using-power-of-scent.html' title='Using the Power of Scent'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1806554946550584119</id><published>2008-08-10T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:19:30.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Continuing this &lt;strong&gt;odd&lt;/strong&gt; and likely &lt;strong&gt;short&lt;/strong&gt; patten of giving my posts topics, I have another post with a topic!&amp;#160; Today's topic is scent-themed anecdotes.&amp;#160; Emotions are extremely powerful and the ability to recall certain emotions, I would imagine, would be quite useful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Please understand, I'm writing this from my apartment (using Windows Live Writer, I definitely recommend it), which doesn't have internet, since I was unwilling to pay the exorbitant cost per month.&amp;#160; This means I can't cross check any of my theories with any scientific studies that might give this post some credibility.&amp;#160; Also understand that I am not a scientist, psychologist, or any other -gist.&amp;#160; So, everything I'm saying has no real clout and it's just from my personal experience.&amp;#160; That was a fun disclaimer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Scent is the most powerful sense for memory recall.&amp;#160; I say this because I have a favorite scent of lotion from Bath and Body Works.&amp;#160; Last year I bought 5 containers of it at the Bath and Body Works' sale.&amp;#160; Last January I was on campus for Winter Term; I stayed in one of my friend's rooms so I wouldn't have to pay room and board at my sorority house.&amp;#160; I used that lotion every night and every morning.&amp;#160; Now I have some of that lotion at the apartment and I used the other day.&amp;#160; Immediately I was transported back to January in Shlea's dorm room putting on lotion in between the bed and the tv/fridge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have these two scented stuffed animals.&amp;#160; They are covered in scented soy wax.&amp;#160; Either way, I got them around Thanksgiving, an unfortunate time when I happened to be in the hospital.&amp;#160; The reason I bought them was so that my hospital room wouldn't smell like a hospital room.&amp;#160; I was wildly successful and every person who walked into my room mentioned how it smelled of Holiday Festivities, including but not limited to cookies.&amp;#160; And now, every time my dad smells either of my scented stuffed animals, he thinks of my hospital room.&amp;#160; He told me that the he tries not to think of the hospital room, but usually fails.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lots of scents have the capabilities to transport you to a different time and place.&amp;#160; From the scent of food to the scent of perfume.&amp;#160; Because I've already written a considerable amount, I'm going to save the rest of the post for later.&amp;#160; *This is so exciting, a two-part post!!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1806554946550584119?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1806554946550584119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1806554946550584119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1806554946550584119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1806554946550584119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/08/power-of-scent.html' title='The Power of Scent'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3048769906348428965</id><published>2008-08-08T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I spend my life reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://thepinkskirtproject.blogspot.com/" href="http://thepinkskirtproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thepinkskirtproject.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://davidseah.com/" href="http://davidseah.com/"&gt;http://davidseah.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.engadget.com/" href="http://www.engadget.com/"&gt;http://www.engadget.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://ghcbloggers.blogspot.com/" href="http://ghcbloggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ghcbloggers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://hautenature.blogspot.com/" href="http://hautenature.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hautenature.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://organizefish.com/blog/" href="http://organizefish.com/blog/"&gt;http://organizefish.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/" href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://superkjo.livejournal.com/" href="http://superkjo.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://superkjo.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://thinkwhatbox.blogspot.com/" href="http://thinkwhatbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thinkwhatbox.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://yourselfinfiveyears.blogspot.com/" href="http://yourselfinfiveyears.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yourselfinfiveyears.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://lifehacker.com/" href="http://lifehacker.com/"&gt;http://lifehacker.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/" href="http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.smashingmagazine.com/" href="http://www.smashingmagazine.com/"&gt;http://www.smashingmagazine.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.thesimpledollar.com/" href="http://www.thesimpledollar.com/"&gt;http://www.thesimpledollar.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.webdesignerwall.com/" href="http://www.webdesignerwall.com/"&gt;http://www.webdesignerwall.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://news.cnet.com/webware/" href="http://news.cnet.com/webware/"&gt;http://news.cnet.com/webware/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://zenhabits.net/" href="http://zenhabits.net/"&gt;http://zenhabits.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3048769906348428965?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3048769906348428965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3048769906348428965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3048769906348428965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3048769906348428965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-spend-my-life-reading.html' title='I spend my life reading'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1789939977210838438</id><published>2008-08-07T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends vs. Work Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Usually I blog about random things that happen to me and it turns out to be quite boring and overall uneventful.&amp;#160; Today, I'd like to blog about an &lt;strong&gt;actual topic&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; I have no doubt this is shocking new to all of my loyal followers, haha.&amp;#160; Of course I am aware that I could count on my fingers (no thumbs!) of one hand the number of people who read this with any semblance of regularity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Moving on, as you know I've been doing an internship for a &lt;strong&gt;real company&lt;/strong&gt; this summer.&amp;#160; I love being downtown and I wish I could take advantage of it more.&amp;#160; Being in a completely different environment than I am used to, I have come to realize a few things. *Side note: I like my laptop keyboard more than my keyboard at work.*&amp;#160; I've realized that &lt;strong&gt;there are lots of different types of friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; I am positive that most of you already knew this and to a certain extent, I was fully aware of this as well.&amp;#160; What I was unaware of were the &lt;strong&gt;work friends&lt;/strong&gt; you acquire.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Work friends fall into the special category of, you guessed it, &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; You become friends with the people you work with out of &lt;strong&gt;necessity&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; Sometimes you can make a really great friend, but that seems more likely to happen when you choose your friends.&amp;#160; Up to this point, I have almost exclusively worked with people who have already been my friends.&amp;#160; Thus they fall into the &lt;strong&gt;friends by choice&lt;/strong&gt; category, not &lt;strong&gt;work friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What it comes down to is &lt;strong&gt;choice vs. necessity&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; Although nothing is really that black and white, I feel that my friends from work are relationships based on necessity or sometimes forced interaction.&amp;#160; The relationships with my friends from school are based more on my choice of who I want to be with and associate with.&amp;#160; I do realize that there is a level of necessity with school friends since I choose from the small pool of CS majors, but I like to think we'd hang out even if we didn't have the geek factor to unite us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope that I stay in contact with some of my new work friends, since they are &lt;strong&gt;really great people&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;#160; I will most likely wind up losing contact with the work friends who were more of a necessity than a choice.&amp;#160; In fact I can think of several people where this will be the case.&amp;#160; That's not say they aren't great people, &lt;strong&gt;we just aren't great together&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since I seem to have written a novel blog post, I'll end with saying that I hope there is always choice in my life and not everything is from pure necessity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1789939977210838438?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1789939977210838438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1789939977210838438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1789939977210838438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1789939977210838438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-vs-work-friends.html' title='Friends vs. Work Friends'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-5516890973465319015</id><published>2008-08-02T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8/3/08</title><content type='html'>at home with internet.  I got a text today from someone and it made me laugh out loud.  In that special way that only conceited people who say really really stupid things can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-5516890973465319015?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/5516890973465319015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=5516890973465319015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5516890973465319015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5516890973465319015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/08/8308.html' title='8/3/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8076318684607915521</id><published>2008-07-22T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/22/08</title><content type='html'>I believe it's been a month since I last made a post.  Haley is here to visit, so we're at Panera while I'm "working."  I haven't fallen off the face of the earth.  I just have been busy and I don't want to post at work because it looks like I'm not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get back to school with normal internet connection I'll post more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8076318684607915521?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8076318684607915521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8076318684607915521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8076318684607915521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8076318684607915521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/07/72208.html' title='7/22/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1114557883234517528</id><published>2008-06-22T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/22/08</title><content type='html'>Whew.  I haven't written in a very long time.  I'm suprisingly happy right now.  I've been dancing a lot, which has been great.  Living indenpently isn't quite what I want it to be yet.  I've discovered I'm not very good at having a job and planning meals or going to farmer's markets which makes me sad.  But I am good at going to art fairs, so that's something.  There's just a lot to do when you live on your own, like laundry.  Which I'm currently doing at my parents' house.  I had to run some errands in West Lafayette anyway, so I figured I'd bring my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Adrie's for her graduation party!  I can't believe it, she's married and graduated and moving to Chicago!  Hopefully I'll get to see her next weekend as well.  That would be nice.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to head to Vienna for a bit and meet up with my mom and Deb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1114557883234517528?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1114557883234517528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1114557883234517528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1114557883234517528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1114557883234517528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/06/62208.html' title='6/22/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-5686136546676250472</id><published>2008-06-13T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no nothing.</title><content type='html'>dealing with an accident is much easier if you're not at fault.  it especially helps when there is an emergency vehicle involved and you were following the law.  good day for the most part.  hoping to call jesse soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-5686136546676250472?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/5686136546676250472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=5686136546676250472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5686136546676250472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5686136546676250472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-time-no-nothing.html' title='long time no nothing.'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-5204561265326034574</id><published>2008-05-23T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/23/08</title><content type='html'>Huge break down, check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-5204561265326034574?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/5204561265326034574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=5204561265326034574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5204561265326034574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5204561265326034574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/05/52308.html' title='5/23/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6829169705702612617</id><published>2008-05-17T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/18/08</title><content type='html'>Suprisingly, I'm still alive.  I need to call Haley tomorrow.  I haven't talked to her in over a week and it's killing me!!  She's so good about calling me because I'm awful at it.  I got a bed today!!  Queen size.  I'm so pumped!  It's being delivered in Indy next week.  My mom didn't want to lose any of the beds in the house.  My room is the second guest room.  I guess it actually does come in handy.  Weird.  Suddenly my parents host all these people.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still grappling with ugly endings.  I'm attempting to remember things as a learning experience.  I read last month's MarieClaire today.  Tina Fey has this marvelous quote about waiting until guys learn the what the hell they're supposed to be doing.  I naturally ripped it out and I will probably be putting it somewhere prominent in my life, like in my planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't broken down yet, which I guess is really good!!  I think just being home and not having school and academic pressures helped a lot.  At this moment I'm really tired and I'm going to go to bed.  My ass hurts from a spinning class.  Fucking bike seats, so uncomfortable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6829169705702612617?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6829169705702612617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6829169705702612617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6829169705702612617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6829169705702612617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/05/51808.html' title='5/18/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2619244750479557573</id><published>2008-05-12T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/12/08</title><content type='html'>Thankfully, due to a successful completion of my Spanish final, I think the imminence of the break down has been delayed.  At least until tomorrow.  Hopefully.  I feel like I studied all the right things for the final, which is awesome!  Maybe I'll pull off a B.  Probably not, but hey, I'm being optimistic right now.  Rare, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2619244750479557573?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2619244750479557573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2619244750479557573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2619244750479557573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2619244750479557573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/05/51208.html' title='5/12/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-98039910597092268</id><published>2008-05-11T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/11/08</title><content type='html'>I haven't done anything today.  I loathe my Spanish class and therefore have not studied for the final yet.  I have gone to see Iron Man, gone to Plainfield for dinner, and had some fun times.  While I was driving back with Ashley, everything hit me like a brick.  Everything that has happened this year.  I am  this |.| close to a breakdown.  It started in the car.  I'm afraid I can't stop it.  It's all hitting me. Right now.  I want to go home.  I want to be with my parents and I want them to tell me everything will be ok.  That lost job, tumor, cancer, shitty professors, shitty academic petitions committee, losing a best friend, a supposed break-up at some point (I was unaware of this, but thought I'd throw it in), I just can't take it right now and I want to go home.  I just want to be home.  I can't say it enough.  I knew this breakdown was going to happen.  Someone told Mom that it would happen at some point.  I've been waiting for it.  But like so many other things, I'm so very unprepared to deal with it right now.  I think I'll call Mom tomorrow.  Like actually call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized my mind operates in a future world.  Very rarely I'm I in the "now."  I'm usually in the 10-years-from-now.  Do you ever think about your parents dying?  My parents can make so many things better.  When I'm sick or when I have to complain about something, if they're not here, who will I go to?  I can't find better people than my parents and when I loose them, I know it will rip my heart out.  And it won't be my usual pain of my heart getting uncomfortably tingly.  It'll be a huge pain, like a knife pain.  All the time and it doesn't get better.  I hate being by myself.  This is what happens when I'm by myself, all I see in my future is death and pain.  Very very bad for positive thinking.  On that note, maybe I'll go study Spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-98039910597092268?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/98039910597092268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=98039910597092268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/98039910597092268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/98039910597092268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/05/51108.html' title='5/11/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3649923566408529941</id><published>2008-05-07T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/7/08</title><content type='html'>As a throw back to this past weekend, I think I'm going to start blogging in haikus.  Not only could this be completely random, but it may not offer any insight into how my day has been at all.  Then again, who knows?  Maybe I'll get a series going or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house is a badass&lt;br /&gt;messy hair subtitles straw&lt;br /&gt;to do: image decryption&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3649923566408529941?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3649923566408529941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3649923566408529941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3649923566408529941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3649923566408529941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/05/5708.html' title='5/7/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4309967581009593095</id><published>2008-05-04T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/4/08</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm not really sure what to write at this moment since I haven't yet come up with phonetic ways to spell my sound effects.  I get a little dizzy when I think about the things that have to be done this week.  I actually get a lot dizzy.  I'm eagerly anticipating my week long break.  I need to talk to my parents about U-Haul stuff, or truck things.  And beds.  Ulgh.  I'm not going to think about moving until maybe Wednesday and then I'm only thinking about it from Greencastle to West Lafayette.  I won't think about West Lafayette to Carmel until...well, I don't know, but I'm not going to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4309967581009593095?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4309967581009593095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4309967581009593095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4309967581009593095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4309967581009593095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/05/5408.html' title='5/4/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2634689150125675175</id><published>2008-04-29T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/29/08</title><content type='html'>I hate how "disappoint" and other related words are so loaded.  They're so parently loaded.  You just can't say to someone you're disappointed with them since parents say the same thing and suddenly the offspring's world comes crashing down.  Not that I want to use the term disappoint with anyone in my life, but I'm just mentioning that if I wanted to, it would be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of that, I'm slowly starting to realize and come to terms with the fact that it is highly unlikely that Bryan and I are ever going to speak again.  In the rare instance that we do, I know that I can't be the one to start it.  I guess if he were to call I wouldn't ignore the call, I'd just watch myself.  Hopefully.  I think I'll go listen to some Postal Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Harry Potter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2634689150125675175?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2634689150125675175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2634689150125675175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2634689150125675175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2634689150125675175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/42908.html' title='4/29/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2232366364825949777</id><published>2008-04-21T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/21/08</title><content type='html'>Must get more sleep.  Damn it.  I love the roller-coasters I go on through out the day.  There's that huge low at one point where everything that I think is going wrong converges in one moment and I feel like shit.  And there's the late night stuff where I actually do work, accomplish shit, and re-plan my life every night.  Ok, maybe not every night.  But I'm constantly thinking about it.  I just have a lot of thoughts about the future of my life that I still need to write down.  And a lot of things that I still need to do, but I think I'm going to go to bed instead and I'll try to do them all tomorrow sometime before 4, which is when something starts but I'd have to look at my planner/Google Calendar to figure out what.  And that UOAH fire thing.  I should send out e-mails tomorrow.  And check out Sam's Club.  And hope Marques got back to me.  That would be spectacular.  I'd would truly welcome such a fabulous break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2232366364825949777?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2232366364825949777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2232366364825949777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2232366364825949777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2232366364825949777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/42108.html' title='4/21/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4238403991799693605</id><published>2008-04-20T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Dumb Hurts.</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, and Tonya Harding and Diana Ross are coming to talk to us.  Yeah.  I'm fucking dumb sometimes.  So much that it hurts to point it out to others, but I feel that comic relief is so important, I should share my gift for dumb with the world.  And when I say world, currently I mean Ashley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4238403991799693605?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4238403991799693605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4238403991799693605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4238403991799693605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4238403991799693605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-dumb-hurts.html' title='Being Dumb Hurts.'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4917983893335819156</id><published>2008-04-20T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/20/08</title><content type='html'>I'm highly unmotivated right now.  This is very rare for me.  I think it's because I have lots of little things to do and then I have big things to do.  I'm not doing the little things because I figure I can do them quickly any time.  I'm not doing the big things because I feel like they're so big that I don't even know what to do!!  Thus, I feel unmotivated to do anything since I don't really have anything in between.  Rawr.  All I want to do is not be here.  I want to be done for the year.  I'm generally stressed, but I feel like it's starting to wear on me in an unfavorable way.  Maybe chocolate will help.  I will test this theory momentarily.  Actually I bet a tuna sandwich would help, but I don't have a can opener.  This is a large problem; a problem I should be fixing very soon. **Ashley just made up a word: electronical.**  It did not rhyme with anything particularly the word ergonmical...which might not be a word either.  Damn.  And I need $40.  And I need to message Marques.  OK, so I'm going to go get Bunny and the three of us are going to Wal-Mart.  I don't like saying wal-mart and I like even less saying wally world.  Moving on and when I say moving on I mean leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Zach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4917983893335819156?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4917983893335819156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4917983893335819156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4917983893335819156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4917983893335819156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/42008.html' title='4/20/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3560170378710586544</id><published>2008-04-20T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Mil Millington</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Margret faking orgasms. I'm rather... um... not 'angry' - I'm &lt;i&gt;hurt&lt;/i&gt;, yes, that's it - I'm rather hurt that Margret has never faked an orgasm. As it happens, I knew she was committed to this kind of behaviour even before I found myself going out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispelling the mists of time by waving a big memory fan, I can recall her recently arrived in England and sitting with a couple of, female, friends of mine. I was across the room masking - as so often - the rapid, all-encompassing alertness of my mind by having fixed a faraway, stupidly vacant look upon my face but, slyly, I was listening. My friends, being English women, were naturally talking about sex. As part of the conversation, one of them asked Margret how often she'd faked an orgasm. Margret looked stunned and uncomprehending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Never,' she said, 'What's the point? Why on Earth would I fake one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, to make your boyfriend feel better.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look of incomprehension on Margret's face increased ten-fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fourteen or so years since then, she's never felt the need to reassess her position and that's really quite wounding. It's a disquieting thing to get into bed every night with a woman who never fakes an orgasm with you - it plays on your mind. You're tenderly aware that any sexual engagement that might occur will be 'to the death'. There's no chance that, several hours in - my muscles cramping, my lungs rasping, every single extremity exhausted and numb - she'll take pity and just let out a token 'Ah', so I can crash down rubber-faced into the pillow and begin giving my body a chance to heal. How cruel, I ask you, how careless of my welfare is it never to have the charity to murmur 'Oh. Gosh. Thanks.' and allow me to gain peace with dignity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It doesn't happen. The sun is beginning to rise, the birds are whistling in the new day, I am six pounds lighter than when I went to bed due to dehydration. The oxygen deficit and wishful thinking is affecting my brain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Phew...' I sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What? Why've you...?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I thought...?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No - I just coughed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Right. Right, sorry, I'll... give me a second, OK?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing, &lt;i&gt;never knowing&lt;/i&gt;, if it'll be twenty minutes or next Thursday is hugely traumatic, psychologically. I mean, really, I find myself simply wanting to say 'Sometimes I'd be happy just to cuddle, you know?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3560170378710586544?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3560170378710586544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3560170378710586544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3560170378710586544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3560170378710586544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-mil-millington.html' title='I Love Mil Millington'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6313556385651844423</id><published>2008-04-18T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/17/08</title><content type='html'>yay for turning AI projects an entire 12 hours early!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6313556385651844423?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6313556385651844423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6313556385651844423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6313556385651844423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6313556385651844423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/41708.html' title='4/17/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6176961785897204247</id><published>2008-04-13T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/13/08 (2)</title><content type='html'>I feel shitty right now.  And my foot's asleep.  It hurts, my foot that is.  I'm tired of a lot of things right now.  I don't want to deal them.  They make me angry and sad and I can't help but think of them just about all the time.  I've been having awful footage of my life playing in my head lately and I don't really appreciate it.  Well Ashley just got here and we need to go over our allocations stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6176961785897204247?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6176961785897204247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6176961785897204247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6176961785897204247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6176961785897204247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/41308-2.html' title='4/13/08 (2)'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-5544717117525532571</id><published>2008-04-12T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/13/08</title><content type='html'>Right now I feel rejected and broken.  I feel this at the absolute core of my being.  It hurts.  It feels like it will never go away.  I don't feel special or unique.  I've always felt under-average.  I do things that might be different, but nothing is stopping anyone from doing them too.  Nothing is ever new.  It was just forgotten for awhile.  You don't actually make discoveries, those things were always there.  You just find out about them late.  I need to plan more things.  I don't need to.  I'm torn.  I don't know what to do with myself.  My life feels strangely empty without Bryan.  I'm not sure how I feel about it.  But the things he did left me dumbstruck.  Bunny, I need help.  Serious help.  I know you what I mean.  Anytime we're together tomorrow, please let me know.  I need it badly.  I need reminding of how it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings I can let go, which I learned this week.  I even tried implementing it, but I'm not sure yet how it's gone.  This is just something I don't know how to let go of.  I threw away all the shirts, hell, I wanted to burn them; it would have been more symbolic.  I mean, that happened about two weeks ago, but I've only had the balls to mention it now.  I can't listen to certain songs or I might spontaneously combust.  I'm trying to fill my time, but it's hard.  I just don't know what can be done.  Of course, I have plenty to do.  Glark, I want it all right now.  I want to be done waiting.  But that's ridiculous.  Everything always looks better than it is and I'll want the old back afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't loose things over Bryan.  That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side Note:  Everything happened on a Wednesday.  I was working on some project the day before, Tuesday.  I slept in Julian that night.  I had gone by the room and picked up some stuff.  I was planning on gradually moving out and to eventually stop staying there all together.  I guess I didn't want to worry about things anymore because I could see what would happen.  I consciously looked out for things.  I consciously did not put us in a situation that would be particularly bad.  I don't think he realized that.  I know he didn't know about the Tuesday thing because he told me on Wednesday that he noticed I didn't come back.  I was going to take care of it myself because I could see what might happen.  And then it did and then he screwed with everything.  Of course, then my own life happened anyway.  I guess it's just frustrating to know exactly what I was trying to prevent happened anyway, so there was no point to it to begin with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, his end sucked more.  But right now I'm just not that concerned with that.  Certain actions will harden feelings towards a person or thing and Bryan just knows how to push my buttons.  In a permanent sort of way.  I don't even know what I want and that's why I have Ashley and Malisa.  They can view it from anything other than my perspective and let me know what's healthy or at least what my options are.  Then we can discuss a 20 minute conversation for weeks, thank goodness.  Something just don't get old.  *yum: Family Guy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-5544717117525532571?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/5544717117525532571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=5544717117525532571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5544717117525532571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5544717117525532571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/41308.html' title='4/13/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2587608938694721860</id><published>2008-04-10T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/10/08</title><content type='html'>Things that suck:&lt;br /&gt;*Trying to drive when you can't see.  Thanks rain!&lt;br /&gt;*My ex-best friend having a taste in guys that's even remotely similar to mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2587608938694721860?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2587608938694721860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2587608938694721860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2587608938694721860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2587608938694721860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/41008.html' title='4/10/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-7355559581056202517</id><published>2008-04-10T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/9/08</title><content type='html'>I'm having some major issues with a group project.  I'm going to finish writing a paper and then I think I'll blog about it.  I really want to write it out to help organize my thoughts on it and determine how best to proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  This post is a little bit of lie.  I'm going to bed.  I'll write about this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-7355559581056202517?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/7355559581056202517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=7355559581056202517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7355559581056202517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7355559581056202517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/4908.html' title='4/9/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4417330747358521337</id><published>2008-04-08T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shampoo</title><content type='html'>I just took a shower.  It was sublime.  (For the word sublime, I really wanted something that started with a "g", but I couldn't think of anything)  I'm almost out of my shampoo, woot!  That means I can break out the next bottle I have in my bottom drawer.  So I squeezed some onto my hand and it made bubbles.  There was this pretty curve of bubbles in my hand.  I almost got out of the shower to take a picture of it.  I refrained, but I kind of wish I had.  Seriously, these were the prettiest pre-sud shampoo bubbles I've ever seen.  *sigh*  happy bubble thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4417330747358521337?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4417330747358521337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4417330747358521337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4417330747358521337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4417330747358521337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/shampoo.html' title='Shampoo'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6608662254425439324</id><published>2008-04-08T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes to self</title><content type='html'>1139&lt;br /&gt;1141&lt;br /&gt;1592&lt;br /&gt;1594&lt;br /&gt;1319&lt;br /&gt;1315&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulgh, Tommy Bahama?  really?  Don't get wrong, Nordstrom sells that, but it's so old!!!  So pretentious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6608662254425439324?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6608662254425439324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6608662254425439324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6608662254425439324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6608662254425439324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/notes-to-self.html' title='Notes to self'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-7934673198370085820</id><published>2008-04-07T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/7/08</title><content type='html'>Here I am again thinking about the coolness of sleep.  I'm also thinking about my day tomorrow.  I need to get things done and they need to get done now!  I have little to no time tomorrow.  It's already been scheduled!  And I'm kinda cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick List&lt;br /&gt;*Interface design app&lt;br /&gt;*GHC app&lt;br /&gt;*Budget presentation&lt;br /&gt;*HCI stuff&lt;br /&gt;*AI Homework&lt;br /&gt;*DePauw Weekly announcement&lt;br /&gt;*Prep for meeting with Beth&lt;br /&gt;*E-mail Freedom&lt;br /&gt;*Get back to Fish on dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bunny, I don't usually wear sandals with plastic between the toes.  It's usually something really thin like a ribbon.  I think the between part of my toes is bruised.  Seriously.  I know it's sad and kind of pathetic.  I think I'll try to do a pedicure tonight.  Head to Wal-mart around 9-ish if possible, get back around 9:30, do my nails from 9:30 - 10 and then go to bed!  Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are some days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-7934673198370085820?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/7934673198370085820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=7934673198370085820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7934673198370085820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7934673198370085820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/4708.html' title='4/7/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8234993577960694100</id><published>2008-04-06T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/6/08</title><content type='html'>Communication is so difficult.  Especially when it doesn't happen face to face.  Jesse thought that I had blogged about him in a less than stellar way which led to a misunderstanding that was greater (though not cataclysmic) than it should have been.  Everything is fine now, but it just goes to show the nuances of human communication.  I like to think that I'm honest enough with people that they should always hear things from me and not have to read about them on my blog for the first time.  I try really hard to keep to that since I just keep this to complement my life, I guess.  I use it organize my thoughts or to write something down so I can forget about it, knowing that I've already written it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized there are things that no one knows about me.  Little habits that no one picks up on.  They aren't things that are a secret, but I'm not going to tell you what they are.  *bubble laugh*  Of course everyone has secrets that only they know, but sometimes that's not out of secrecy as it is out of forgetfulness.  There really isn't a reason to tell everyone you're entire past when just letting them know what you did yesterday is just fine.  It's interesting that even I forget my own secrets sometimes.  It's hard to remember a whole life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8234993577960694100?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8234993577960694100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8234993577960694100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8234993577960694100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8234993577960694100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/4608.html' title='4/6/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8957423066154313488</id><published>2008-04-05T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/5/08</title><content type='html'>I need to take care of some stuff sometime soon.  I'm not sure when I'm going to take care of them though.  They certainly can't just be left to their own devices, that's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8957423066154313488?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8957423066154313488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8957423066154313488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8957423066154313488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8957423066154313488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/4508.html' title='4/5/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-5786001596587232106</id><published>2008-04-04T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/4/08</title><content type='html'>It would have been so cool if I had slept last night!  On the plus side, I got to hang out with Malisa, John, and I met David and Jamie...and Tucker.  And the cat.  Good times.  Ottoman dog.  haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-5786001596587232106?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/5786001596587232106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=5786001596587232106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5786001596587232106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5786001596587232106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/4408.html' title='4/4/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1227799938535046629</id><published>2008-04-03T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/3/08</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really dislike when people speak.  Or when they talk slowly and nasally and try to sound smart when really they're just a pretentious douche bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had this vision/day dream, you know where an entire scene flashes in your mind in a split second.  I'm sitting in Spanish and we were talking about something boring, as usual.  Actually, I think we were working in pairs and talking about what kind of literature we liked.  I had this spectacular flash that we were all in a musical and suddenly we all broke out into song and dance.  It was a fabulous dance too!!  Everyone was singing and surprisingly awake.  I think the bridge was choreographed on the tables.  And there were spirit fingers and rows of waving people.  Then I was back in the actual Spanish class and it was boring again.  But I was amused for the rest of the class imaging everyone being apart of my imaginary musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I write a book, I'm going to make the dedication to something stupid, like "I dedicate this book to my toes because they get regular pedicures."  Or something like that.  Maybe to my favorite flower.  But I don't think I'd dedicate it to my family and friends.  What a cop-out.  If they are truly your friends and family, they should know how much they mean to you and how much they've helped because you make that known.  Or to my favorite dress or pair of shoes.  Actually, I really might do the pair of shoes thing, that's genius!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1227799938535046629?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1227799938535046629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1227799938535046629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1227799938535046629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1227799938535046629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/04/4308.html' title='4/3/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-4283617739148916529</id><published>2008-03-31T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/31/08 (2)</title><content type='html'>I think I got a lot done today.  I sent out a lot of important e-mails, well important for my life at least.  Sent an e-mail to Dave, the biology teacher at Cloverdale, Chad and Beth Wilkerson, Melissa about formal, Freedom Smith.  Tomorrow I need to send one to Gloria about a lunch date and the WiCS officers to plan a meeting.  I think we should have one before the 9th.  Tomorrow I may bug Brit, but I might be able to put that off until Wednesday night, depending on how things go.  Tomorrow I'd also like to do the Lilly reimbursement form, taxes, and finish the infile with 3D array.  It's not working and it's making me a little frustrated, but I think if I revisit it tomorrow it will be fine.  I'd also like to unload my car at some point.  I need to do HCI reading too.  And I have an interview tomorrow, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel that I'm slipping at this moment.  I need reassurances.  I'm more likely to need it at night than at any other time of the day.  People can't read my mind, so of course I have to say something, but I wish I didn't.  But I understand why it's not something that's just said in conversation; it would upset me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found problems for the programming contest and I was so excited about the one with Euclid's Algorithm!  I geeked out on Ashley and she responded by judging me.  It was great.  I was seriously pumped about it though.  Tomorrow is going to be good.  Period.  It has to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no imaginative anecdotes right now, which saddens me.  I wish I were creative right now, but all I can think about it what I have to do tomorrow.  I can't wait for May!  And then summer!  And then living with people I actually want to live with!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.  I'm pissed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-4283617739148916529?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/4283617739148916529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=4283617739148916529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4283617739148916529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/4283617739148916529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/33108-2.html' title='3/31/08 (2)'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3578061439719644496</id><published>2008-03-31T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/31/08</title><content type='html'>Things I wish could be changed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The links across the top of my iGoogle page.  The links that are there aren't very relevant to my main Google account and I wish I could customize them so Calendar and Groups showed up across the top instead of, say Mail and News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In Google Calendar I wish I could condense shared calendars into one color or link those calendars to one I already have created.  Take for example Ashley's schedule: I already had a color for Ashley where I kept her classes, Pep band, and ITAP stuff.  She recently shared all of her calenders with me.  That's four calendars now instead of one.  I want to be able to put all of those events onto one calendar since I don't need them separate, I just need to know when she's busy.  I'd love to do that with Danielle's and Malisa's schedules as well.  **Or as Ashley had the idea to group the calendars under one heading and click just that heading to turn the calendars on or off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Dave today about my senior project.  I needed confirmation that I should take graphics and that I should take senior projects in the spring.  I also ran my idea past him and he said it's a good idea.  I need to focus it on one aspect of the interface to keep it manageable.  I wish I had all the time in the world to do the whole thing.  That would make me happy.  As it is, I'm quite happy with Dave liking my project idea.  And that I've taken or am planning to take all the classes that he recommended.  Yay.  Now I have to think about next semester.  Do I want to take Compliers or Databases?  Dave is teaching Compilers and Brian is teaching Databases.  I guess I'll have to stop by again to talk to Dave tomorrow.  Ashley is taking both, so either way, I'd have her with me which is good.  I hope Jesse takes Graphics.  I'm going to finish my To Do Lists and hopefully try to cross some things off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3578061439719644496?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3578061439719644496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3578061439719644496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3578061439719644496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3578061439719644496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/33108.html' title='3/31/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-5125307569191125294</id><published>2008-03-30T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/30/08</title><content type='html'>I wish I wasn't sleeping alone tonight.  Since he wants a throw back to a simpler time, that's how it goes.  Even though we don't sleep well together, I'd like to wake up next to him since I know he's honest with me and will be there for me.  And will in general take my side.  I think it's security; I feel safe.  I don't have to say anything, but I can feel him saying that it's going to be ok.  But that's how it is.  I guess things change.  I just wish I knew why.  Maybe then I could change them back to how I want them or when they were simpler.  I'll be fine.  Jesse says so.  Right now, that makes it true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-5125307569191125294?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/5125307569191125294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=5125307569191125294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5125307569191125294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/5125307569191125294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/33008.html' title='3/30/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2954613598073041534</id><published>2008-03-29T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/29/08</title><content type='html'>So I was going to write something here, but I can't quite remember what.  I went to see 21 tonight.  It was good.  I'm still waiting to hear Jesse's opinion.  He inspired me to go.  OK, so Ashley do you remember that time when I needed you to follow me everywhere and say over my shoulder "Ed, don't make bad decisions"?  Well, you didn't actually follow me, but you were supposed to call/text me when I was making a bad decision (I think in this case it was Bryan) and you didn't so I ended up making some decision that shouldn't have been made.  Let's not say this has happened again, but I wish you were looking over my shoulder.  On the plus side, I know what I'm going to wear tomorrow.  I don't know if Haley is going to be in town or not.  I think I'm going to have to just go back to Greencastle.  I don't like the sound of people snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better topic, totally excited about watching Star Trek with John and Jameson's!!!  Truly, can't wait!  I've decided I have a signature drink, Thank you Costa Rica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers just started and all I want to do is go to sleep.  I need to pack my shit.  On the plus side I know what I want to wear so I know what to keep out.  It's so fucking loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard from Jesse...he says he liked it.  Which makes me happy.  Maybe I'll contemplate getting it for him when it comes out.  OK, so I'm going to try to sleep while Transformers is on...I don't know how this is going to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2954613598073041534?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2954613598073041534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2954613598073041534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2954613598073041534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2954613598073041534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/32908.html' title='3/29/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3479105542345713647</id><published>2008-03-28T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/28/08 (2)</title><content type='html'>So, things are still rather awkward.  Huge yay.  Watching Smallville.  Tried to do some programming.  It's always dark and I can't read anything.  I'm seriously watching Smallville right now and I think it's rather worthless.  I hope we're going out tonight to I get to meet more people, hopefully drink something and then go to bed in an alcohol induced stupor and sleep half the day away tomorrow.  Great.  Goodness, I find my life truly frustrating.  Maybe I'll take a shower.  I could straighten my hair.  But then I would look decent and overall socially acceptable, which really isn't what I'm going for.  AAhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my fab four!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3479105542345713647?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3479105542345713647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3479105542345713647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3479105542345713647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3479105542345713647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/32808-2.html' title='3/28/08 (2)'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-8785627920742423394</id><published>2008-03-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/28/08</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to some sports bar, which was fun.  I met Joe, who he works with.  Basically until it was time to go to bed, everything was fine.  I was probably a little drunk and he tried some moves on me and I was pretty much like no.  I know right now I can't, that's all there is to it.  I can't.  Now, I guess, I don't even know what's going on.  And I don't want to deal with it.  It makes me miss back in the day (which at this point, I believe was a Saturday) when I could call someone and it would calm me down and help me not do stupid things, which I haven't done yet anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, angry about more than one thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-8785627920742423394?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/8785627920742423394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=8785627920742423394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8785627920742423394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/8785627920742423394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/32808.html' title='3/28/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-3897892862038277350</id><published>2008-03-27T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/27/08</title><content type='html'>The plane I was on from Dulles to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Binghamton&lt;/span&gt; was taxiing because we were waiting to get on the runway to take off.  On my left was a small forest-type thing of trees.  Suddenly there was an airplane fin emerging from the top of the trees.  So there was another runway over there.  A Southwest plane was going rather slowly, so it wasn't taking off yet.  It was really cool...it looked some giant thing behind the trees.  I could only see the fin and not the whole plane.  It reminded me of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ents&lt;/span&gt; from Lord of the Rings.  Not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ents&lt;/span&gt; in the movie, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ents&lt;/span&gt; I imagined.  Then I got to thinking about how many things are bigger than people.  We make so much stuff that's bigger than any human.  I was just thinking it's kind of amazing.  At some point, all this bigger-than-us stuff had to be put together.  Probably by machines that are bigger than us too.  And the machines had to be put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided I need to start writing in this little blog perhaps more often.  I want my writing to reflect who I am.  So that if someone is reading it, they understand me: my characteristics, my likes, dislikes, etc.  Of course this is going to take some work and I'm not sure if I want to put that much work into writing.  I mostly use this as a place to collect my thoughts and write them out so I can then mentally organize them.  Or as a place to vent.  And I guess so I don't have to repeat a story four times, I can just tell someone to go read my blog.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day .5-Day1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be going fine.  We watched...what did we watch?  Oh right, Pirates of Caribbean 3 and we ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fritos&lt;/span&gt;.  Good times.  This morning we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart because I wanted different pillows.  He only has 2!  Not acceptable in my life.  I'm not really sure what we're going tonight.  I might suggest we go to a movie.  I think tomorrow night we're hanging with some of his friends, but I have no idea.  I have seriously conflicted thoughts about video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've decided to give myself a week and then just get over it.  I'm not really sure what to do about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; though.  I wasn't on my account and my friends weren't on my account, so nothing happened from my end.  Overall, I feel pretty torn.  I know if this had happened to one of my friends, instead of me, I'd tell them to hurry up and get over it.  So I think that's what I'm going to do.  The person who would usually tell me that and I aren't really on great speaking terms.  So that makes it difficult, since I don't take seriously what I tell myself.  So...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Malisa&lt;/span&gt;, Ashley, or Jesse, if you could tell me to hurry up and get over it because I'm being a killjoy and a grumpy Gus, I'd appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've written enough for right now.  Let's see how tomorrow goes  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-3897892862038277350?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/3897892862038277350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=3897892862038277350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3897892862038277350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/3897892862038277350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/32708.html' title='3/27/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6218162110313242558</id><published>2008-03-23T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/24/08...again</title><content type='html'>So if you actually read my blog on a pseudo-regular basis or have enough intelligence to look down the screen and read what I wrote on perhaps the 16th about Founders' Day, I just want to clarify that yes, it would have a been a misnomer.  I'm so glad I at least had some sort of inclining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6218162110313242558?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6218162110313242558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6218162110313242558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6218162110313242558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6218162110313242558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/32408again.html' title='3/24/08...again'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1836418007417924963</id><published>2008-03-23T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/23/08</title><content type='html'>I'm so hurt right now.  It's John and Maria all over again.  I can't believe it.  I'm not that demanding, all you have to be is honest.  If you can't be yourself and honest around someone, then what's the point of being friends?  I can't invest myself like this again.  It evidently doesn't work.  This emotional break is like an explosion.  I need to be with people.  Thank god for Bill Clinton and Malisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a post-it of my favorite quotes about lies.  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cruelest lies are often told in silence.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My normal friends and I, we don't touch.  Those are my boundaries.  Touching implies a comfort level I don't have with males, outside of Jesse and people I dance with.  Damn it, never touch me!!!  I was going to pull a, "you just want to be friends?  Don't hug me, my friends and I, we don't hug.  So don't even bother."  Why didn't I?  I can't wait for summer.  I'll forget about perfect and I'll work on happy.  I need to call Marques and see what he's doing and how much it's going to cost me to get good again.  I need to fill that void where happy used to be.  Well, the empty happy dancing void at least.  I like to think I heal fast and anger helps that.  Thankfully, I'm very angry, how fortuitous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1836418007417924963?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1836418007417924963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1836418007417924963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1836418007417924963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1836418007417924963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/32308.html' title='3/23/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1677245046476412591</id><published>2008-03-16T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/16/08</title><content type='html'>Today was Founders' Day.  I feel empty.  There is something missing.  I feel as if I know what it is, but that if I had to name it, I would give it a misnomer.  I think I also feel burnt out; like I'm merely going through the motions, but I have no feeling.  Overall, this is very uncomfortable.  It makes me think of questions like, what happens when we die?  do we have souls?  should I be worried about mine?  why is nature so perfect?  is this it?  why am I still in pain?  is it ever going to stop hurting?  it doesn't feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1677245046476412591?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1677245046476412591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1677245046476412591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1677245046476412591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1677245046476412591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/31608.html' title='3/16/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-328668486783563670</id><published>2008-03-13T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/13/08</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have a lot to talk about, but not enough time to do it in.  I wrote a paper today which is really good.  I have a couple more to write and I'm hoping to have them written by the end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to compose lots of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be healthy and by healthy I mean attempt to get enough sleep on a regular basis.  Having said that, I'm going to go to bed and hopefully I'll write a meaningful post sometime in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-328668486783563670?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/328668486783563670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=328668486783563670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/328668486783563670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/328668486783563670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/31308.html' title='3/13/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6076694749447881163</id><published>2008-03-09T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/10/08</title><content type='html'>bad. stressed. upset. breakdown. coming soon to a snarky near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-6076694749447881163?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/6076694749447881163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=6076694749447881163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6076694749447881163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/6076694749447881163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/31008.html' title='3/10/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-73137165148080758</id><published>2008-03-05T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/5/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNuRQmvykwk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNuRQmvykwk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-73137165148080758?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-7747736036975099070</id><published>2008-03-04T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/4/08 (2)</title><content type='html'>Today I spent pretty much the entire day studying for HCI, which I had test in this evening.  I think it went really well.  Lately, I've had lots of things that I want to do and lots of things that I have to do, which hasn't left me any time for things I want to do.  :(  Anyway, tomorrow...I don't even know.  I'm going to an ACM event about grad school.  I don't think I want to go to grad school.  I love college, but I just don't think I'm going to want to pay for it.  Plus, I haven't seen any programs that I'm particularly interested in.  Sure, all topics are kind of interesting, but nothing has really piqued my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday...I get paid.  This weekend I really need to get some papers done for Thede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, what do you want for your birthday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-7747736036975099070?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/7747736036975099070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=7747736036975099070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7747736036975099070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7747736036975099070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/3408-2.html' title='3/4/08 (2)'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-2220686213760186798</id><published>2008-03-04T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/4/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRS9cpOMYv0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRS9cpOMYv0&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-2220686213760186798?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/2220686213760186798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=2220686213760186798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2220686213760186798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/2220686213760186798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/3408.html' title='3/4/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-7335422214898595139</id><published>2008-03-03T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/3/08 (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkNkjuUy4xY/R8zBRqHFp2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/1iF_zYWLGuA/s1600-h/1090.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkNkjuUy4xY/R8zBRqHFp2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/1iF_zYWLGuA/s320/1090.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173722581047813986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is courtesy of Jesse: http://questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1090&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Tony Blair talk today.  It was really good.  It was a really long wait leading up to the talk, but that's just how it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-7335422214898595139?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/7335422214898595139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=7335422214898595139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7335422214898595139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/7335422214898595139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/3308-2.html' title='3/3/08 (2)'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkNkjuUy4xY/R8zBRqHFp2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/1iF_zYWLGuA/s72-c/1090.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-1074986727488215463</id><published>2008-03-02T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/3/08</title><content type='html'>Things are fine; this is good.  Well, most things.  Anything that's not fine I've already taken care of with the respective person(s) involved.  It makes me happy that people know me well enough that I don't have to say when I'm not fine.  It makes me happy that people care enough to (insert phrase here).  Sometimes I'm jealous, but not for the reasons you'd think, which is why it's so difficult sometimes.  It scares me that when I feel one emotion it's so intense that it takes over my entire being and I can't shake that one feeling for a long while.  I hope I'm eloquent enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996085944182616621-1074986727488215463?l=creepyed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/feeds/1074986727488215463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996085944182616621&amp;postID=1074986727488215463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1074986727488215463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996085944182616621/posts/default/1074986727488215463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepyed.blogspot.com/2008/03/3308.html' title='3/3/08'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873098762953024546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hw5CPUxx42U/SWnEC3YCptI/AAAAAAAAACo/yrWWGxGL664/S220/erin2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996085944182616621.post-6475160666310128858</id><published>2008-03-02T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:56:42.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkNkjuUy4xY/R8rThWwIwHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2zN_U4Ib2-Y/s1600-h/commmando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173179691985059954" style="DISPLAY: block; 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