<?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-5256679</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:35:18.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm 101</title><subtitle type='html'>Cynicism from someone you wouldn't expect.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-110979746747852715</id><published>2005-03-02T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:04:27.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Leaving</title><summary type='text'>Hi all, I am abandoning blogger for myspace.  It is much cooler than LiveJournal.. ya know why?  Cause I can read Stubhy from LBC's blog there.  And he is very hot.  So here is my new page http://profiles.myspace.com/users/21071835 .  Hope you'll all join!  Goodbye blogger, I will.... not miss you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110979746747852715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110979746747852715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110979746747852715' title='I am Leaving'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-110730534272101621</id><published>2005-02-01T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T18:49:02.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all of you over 21:This saturday T-hom is hosting a FREE party at North Beach Club in Downer's Grove.  You get FREE admission and OPEN BAR for an hour.  You are all invited.  Let me know if you'd like to come and I'll get you directions.  And you are welcome to crash at his house.To all of you under 21:Sorry, I know how you feel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110730534272101621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110730534272101621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110730534272101621' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-110625986131912522</id><published>2005-01-20T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:25:32.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look at this link...Does she look at all familiar?Creepy isn't it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110625986131912522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110625986131912522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110625986131912522' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-110593411966889516</id><published>2005-01-16T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T10:48:52.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> SCREENAME: ACBL18FIRST NAME: AnneMIDDLE NAME: CatherineNICKNAME: Annie, Annabelle, baby, sweetieGENDER: if you're reading this than you knowAGE: 21BIRTHDATE: 11/11, Veteran's DayTYPE OF MUSIC: anything but rap and some countryCAR: I have dark blue 2005 Mercedes... too bad its imaginarySPORTS: all of them except bowling and golf and basketballBIRTHPLACE: Chicago, ILZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110593411966889516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110593411966889516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110593411966889516' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-110261807948224143</id><published>2004-12-09T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T12:54:20.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is anyone really surprised here?      You scored as Chandler. You're Chandler. The sarcastic commitment phobe. Could you BE any funnier.Chandler75%Rachel70%Ross65%Monica60%Phoebe55%Joey45%Which Friend are you?created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110261807948224143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110261807948224143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110261807948224143' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-110230951216712295</id><published>2004-12-05T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:05:12.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have left you all alone for a long time and I apologize for that.  But my life has been crazy hectic and stressful.  Currently, I am stage managing the Madrgial Dinners, we perform Wed-Saturday for the next two weeks if you're interested.  In general, my experience with this has been frustrating and stressful.  There is no record of what needs to be done when and how to do it and since Megan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110230951216712295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/110230951216712295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110230951216712295' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109906544365190588</id><published>2004-10-29T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T10:57:23.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You must remember this, a kiss is still akiss". Your romance is Casablanca. Aclassic story of love in trying times, chockfull of both cynicism and hope. You obviouslybelieve in true love, but you're alsoconstantly aware of practicality and societalexpectations. That's not always fun, but atleast it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazisget you down too much. What Romance Movie Best Represents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109906544365190588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109906544365190588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109906544365190588' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109881802918696463</id><published>2004-10-26T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:14:22.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your love is... by ChibiMarronchanYour name is...Your kiss is...deliciousYour hugs are...gentleYour eyes...twinkle in the moonlightYour touch is...awakening my heartYour smell is...beautifulYour smile is...encouragingYour love is...uniqueQuiz created with MemeGen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109881802918696463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109881802918696463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109881802918696463' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109858953837093195</id><published>2004-10-23T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:45:38.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COOLEST TECH DAY OCCURENCE EVER!! So, I'm chilling backstage (and when I say that I mean the hallway outside westhoff) we're running Phedra's death.  We're holding to fix something and I hear one of my crew members, who is in the prop cage, get on headset and say "Um, Leigha, Sean Hayes is here and wants to know if he can come watch for a little bit."  So, of course, Leigha says yes.  And in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109858953837093195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109858953837093195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109858953837093195' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109821679293708962</id><published>2004-10-19T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T15:13:12.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, nearly six months after proving that he is the best boyfriend in the entire world, Thom proves himself yet again.  He sent me a dozen roses today because I had a bad day yesterday.  So, sorry to all you other boyfriends out there, you can't live up to mine.  And ladies, you don't know what you're missing.  I love you baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109821679293708962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109821679293708962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109821679293708962' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109769718218669251</id><published>2004-10-13T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:53:02.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ULTIMATE SILENCEOctober 12, 1998Listen to the mustn'ts, child.Listen to the don'ts.Listen to the shouldn'ts,The impossibles, the won'ts.Listen to the never haves,Then listen close to me ...Anything can happen, child.Anything can be.~ Shel SilversteinSix years ago today, Matthew Shepard was murdered for being homosexual.What will you do to end the silence?Click here to post this on your own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109769718218669251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109769718218669251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109769718218669251' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109719300352640482</id><published>2004-10-07T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:25:32.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Warning, long post ahead. You don't have to read all of it. But, I thought it was kind of interesting. I added some comments to some that don't make sense.  06. Held a tarantula07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone08. Said 'I love you' and meant it09. Hugged a tree10. Done a striptease11. Bungee jumped12. Visited Paris13. Watched a lightning storm at sea14. Stayed up all night long,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109719300352640482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109719300352640482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109719300352640482' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109643484068504633</id><published>2004-09-29T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:14:00.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomboy What kind of little girl were YOU? brought to you by QuizillaAnd, much like Anna, nothing much has changed.  I may dress girly, but I'm still a tomboy at heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109643484068504633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109643484068504633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109643484068504633' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109518719391681128</id><published>2004-09-14T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:39:53.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is creepy....Your first name of Anne has given you a rather quiet, reserved, serious, studious nature. You have sensitivity and appreciation for the finer and deeper things of life, the beauties of nature, music, art, and literature. The people who mean the most to you are those who can offer you intellectual companionship. It is only when you are among those who understand your deeper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109518719391681128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109518719391681128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109518719391681128' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109493969176209713</id><published>2004-09-11T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T16:54:57.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Stripper Info by radiofacefirst nameageStripper Name:Chi-chiSpecialty:the splitsCustomers say:"Are those real?"Quiz created with MemeGen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109493969176209713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109493969176209713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109493969176209713' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109452604261167931</id><published>2004-09-06T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:00:42.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just had a really sad revelation.  Sitting in my room reading blog and journal entries, I hear a car alarm being engaged and naturally, I think "Oh Jodie's home".  And then I realized, much to my dismay, Jodie is a million miles away.  It was a very sad little moment.  Anyway, I'm done now.  Miss you Jodie!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109452604261167931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109452604261167931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109452604261167931' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109397792317035259</id><published>2004-08-31T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T13:45:23.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got another job!  I'm so excited.  I am now officially a life model for the Art department on Wednesdays from 1215-250.  Yay for $10 an hour for very little work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109397792317035259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109397792317035259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109397792317035259' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109329606188231321</id><published>2004-08-23T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:42:15.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today marks the start of my last year of college. It's exciting and a little scary. I know I'll be able to handle the real world, but it still scares me. But I'm not thinking about that now. I've got a whole year to figure out what I'm going to do after this. I'm all resettled in my apartment. I've restarted rehearsals for The Lover. We open September 8th. I thought I'd have a nice easy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109329606188231321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109329606188231321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109329606188231321' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-109165445623831267</id><published>2004-08-04T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:21:48.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I'm a slut</title><summary type='text'>My life is rated NC-17.What is your life rated?Apparently I'm a slut.  Not that that's news to anyone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109165445623831267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/109165445623831267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109165445623831267' title='Apparently I&apos;m a slut'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108921355544779585</id><published>2004-07-07T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T10:19:27.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Is Your Best Sexual Skill?Name: Age: Sex: MaleFemaleSexuality: StraightGayBisexualFlirting Skill Level - 93%Kissing Skill Level - 92%Cudding Skill Level - 36%Sex Skill Level - 53%Why They Love You You taste good.Why They Hate You You are too sexy.This Quiz by lady_wintermoon - Taken 189324 Times.New - How do you get a guy to like you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108921355544779585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108921355544779585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108921355544779585' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108767135104055316</id><published>2004-06-19T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T16:58:40.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to make a AnneIngredients:5 parts competetiveness3 parts brilliance5 parts instinctMethod:Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of curiosityUsername:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108767135104055316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108767135104055316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108767135104055316' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108636697221010545</id><published>2004-06-04T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T21:18:29.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, everyone be proud of me, I did a photo shoot for the Living Canvas with Pete last night.  It went really well and was a lot of fun.  I have a few preliminary pictures, so if you're interested let me know and i'll send them to you.  They are really fucking cool if I do say so myself.  I can't wait to get the rest of the pictures back.  Anyway, I have to go to rehearsal, talk to y'all later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108636697221010545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108636697221010545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108636697221010545' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108620271880626963</id><published>2004-06-02T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T13:58:38.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have returned.  Shakes fest is in full swing, we tech in 2 weeks.  I got a wonderful surprise visit from the best boyfriend EVER.  I bought a plane ticket to go out and visit him at the end of the summer.  I can't wait.  But, he'll be here in 15.5 days.  I'm about ready to start counting the hours.  Not much else is new in life.  So, I guess that's all I have to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108620271880626963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108620271880626963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108620271880626963' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108500127564233778</id><published>2004-05-19T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T16:14:35.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A is for - Age: 20 (Until 11/11)B is for - Book You're Currently Reading: HP: Prisoner of AzkabanC is for - Career Plan: ASMD is for - Drug of Choice (not necessarily a drug): Cigarettes and boozeE is for - Essential Items: Cellphone, Wallet, keysF is for - Favorite Song at the Moment: Hey Driver, Lucky Boys ConfusionG is for - Guys' Best Features: Eyes and ability to have the right answer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108500127564233778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108500127564233778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108500127564233778' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108465552783022252</id><published>2004-05-15T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:12:07.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>p.s. I miss you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108465552783022252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108465552783022252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108465552783022252' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108465548232024250</id><published>2004-05-15T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:11:22.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, its been awhile..  Well, let's see, school is over, grades are in 4 As and 1 B (stupid gen-ed).  Thom has packed, left and arrived in NY.  That was hard, but we're dealing.  And I got lots of his stuff.  I've started Shakes fest.  We taped/painted floors yesterday. 2 floors taped in 2 different rooms in an hour and 3 sets in two spaces in two scales in 3 hours isn't bad.  Today is my day off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108465548232024250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108465548232024250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108465548232024250' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108379328792304025</id><published>2004-05-05T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T16:45:46.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOVEMBER:Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinksforward. Uniqueand brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking.Fine and strongclairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic inpersonality. Secretive.Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Alwaysthinking. Less talkative butamiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn andhard-hearted. If there isa will, there is a way. Determined. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108379328792304025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108379328792304025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108379328792304025' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108353012927070383</id><published>2004-05-02T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T15:39:43.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Buffalo is over, Dance Concert is over.  Meetings have begun for The Lover and Phedra.  I start ISF next week.  Finals are this week, but I'm done with them on Tuesday.  The four square marathon is over, I'm not sure what total hours was.  Mock Prom was lots of fun.  I won a Goldfarb, well I co-won it.  One of 4 most Doable Females.  And that's about the extent of my life right now.  I just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108353012927070383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108353012927070383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108353012927070383' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108284840279796260</id><published>2004-04-24T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T18:17:27.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here Sauber, this is somehing new.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108284840279796260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108284840279796260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108284840279796260' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108222180045468342</id><published>2004-04-17T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T12:13:55.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry I know some people hate surveys like this, but I like them and I'm bored.1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "these her spirit helpers arrive (trickster stuckerfish, black wolf, star, moon, {from Women in American Theatre}2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? candles on my dresser3: What is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108222180045468342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108222180045468342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108222180045468342' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108137893737929170</id><published>2004-04-07T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T18:05:59.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 more weeks.....</title><summary type='text'>Why is everyone trying to kill me?  Gary, Liz, Drew, Christine.... they are all secretly plotting my death.  If I can get through the rest of this week and the next two weeks, I can survive anything.  No joke.  Fortunately, I have the best boyfriend in the entire world so, he is being incredibly supportive right now.  I don't know what I would've done without him yesterday.  And, now I'm off to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108137893737929170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108137893737929170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108137893737929170' title='4 more weeks.....'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108109287439473474</id><published>2004-04-04T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T10:38:11.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a great weekend.  It started with Gothika, Jake's pizza and ice cream on Thursday.  Then Chad's beerthday party on friday where I became a TNA babe.  I've got a shirt and everything.  I was out till 130 and up till 430.  It was a great f*ckin night.  Then Saturday, I slept in till almost 12.  Then ran lines with my actors, where I witnessed American Buffalo: Half Baked style, American </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108109287439473474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108109287439473474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108109287439473474' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-108052623890115774</id><published>2004-03-28T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:14:07.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, my cousin Erin is engaged.  My cousin Erin that is a year older than me.  That makes me feel so, so old.  My cousin Trisha is planning her baby shower.  It's just weird.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108052623890115774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/108052623890115774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108052623890115774' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107990413220386530</id><published>2004-03-21T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T15:25:31.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Mardi Gras.... I'm glad we finally had a decent Mardi Gras...... actually just a decent party in general.  That was old school parties like there used to be.  I had a great time at both parties.  Lots of interesting developments.  And, I discovered that dancing is a lot of fun when you have someone to dance with and by dance with I mean make out with.  And on that note, back to homework and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107990413220386530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107990413220386530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107990413220386530' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107956350934296379</id><published>2004-03-17T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T16:48:22.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107956350934296379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107956350934296379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107956350934296379' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107938591947423562</id><published>2004-03-15T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T15:28:32.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>World66, the travel guide you write: visitedStates: "create your own personalized map of the USA or write about it on the open travel guide"I've been more places than I realized.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107938591947423562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107938591947423562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107938591947423562' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107823079697197477</id><published>2004-03-02T06:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T06:36:10.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what do you do when your shoulder to cry is the one that made you cry?  If anyone has any suggestions please.... feel free</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107823079697197477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107823079697197477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107823079697197477' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107812238824736595</id><published>2004-03-01T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T00:29:20.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love my actors.  I am so proud of them and Cassie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107812238824736595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107812238824736595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107812238824736595' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107729738740088942</id><published>2004-02-20T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T11:19:09.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a true Chicagoan!  You've probably livedhere for a long time, or are thoroughlyobsessed with the city and its history.Congratulations!  Maybe you should run foroffice. Are You a True Chicagoan? brought to you by QuizillaI damn well better be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107729738740088942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107729738740088942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107729738740088942' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107722687842672970</id><published>2004-02-19T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T15:43:56.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Pig Pen! Which Peanuts Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107722687842672970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107722687842672970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107722687842672970' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107635780681805380</id><published>2004-02-09T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T14:19:13.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question: Doesn't selling chocolate vaginas on a stick kinda defeat the purpose of the message?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107635780681805380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107635780681805380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107635780681805380' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107611013826213718</id><published>2004-02-06T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:31:19.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Didn't we already know this?your bitch. What swear word are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107611013826213718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107611013826213718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107611013826213718' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107604556352365182</id><published>2004-02-05T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:35:03.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that when I need a hug, everyone on my floor is out or sleeping?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107604556352365182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107604556352365182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604556352365182' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107539927140918595</id><published>2004-01-29T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T12:03:21.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm very much alive, my computer is still broken.  I'm waiting for software from Dugan.  I'm in rehearsals for Chalk Circle.  I have no money, I need another job.  I'm gonna see if life modeling fits in my schedule.  That's good money.  I haven't quite convinced myself that I'm ok with it, but I really need the money.  Hey is the box office hiring?  Multiple parties this weekend.   And sleeping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107539927140918595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107539927140918595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107539927140918595' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107426882107968120</id><published>2004-01-16T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:02:14.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't died.  My computer is broken.  I'll be back soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107426882107968120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107426882107968120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107426882107968120' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107319000674924911</id><published>2004-01-03T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T22:21:43.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, first post of the New Year.  My New Year was fun.  We watched some Law &amp; Order and South Park the movie and had some very interesting conversations.  The rest of the week has been uneventful.  I went out to dinner with my parents last night, finished yet another James Patterson book and watched a lot of Law &amp; Order and movies.  I'm coming home tomorrow to be at the meeting on monday.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107319000674924911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107319000674924911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107319000674924911' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107246748946465282</id><published>2003-12-26T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T13:39:34.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My inner child is ten years old!The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. WhetherI'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lostin a good book, or giggling with my bestfriend, I live in a world apart, one full ofadventure and wonder and other stuff adultsdon't understand. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by QuizillaI guess I am a craddle robber.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107246748946465282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107246748946465282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107246748946465282' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107233143328721412</id><published>2003-12-24T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T23:51:56.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107233143328721412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107233143328721412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107233143328721412' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107187661889444797</id><published>2003-12-19T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T17:31:35.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations! You're Merry! Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? brought to you by QuizillaI think this is appropriate considering Jodie is Pippin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107187661889444797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107187661889444797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107187661889444797' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107115654545435266</id><published>2003-12-11T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T09:30:10.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm almost done with this semester.  I have one more final in about half an hour.  Then, two meetings and I'm done.  I also have to return books and check my grade for stupid god damn genetics.  But, then I'm free!  I still haven't read Chalk Circle, so I have to do that over break.  And then I have High school fest load-in on the 22nd, Return of the Kind on the 17th and my sisters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107115654545435266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107115654545435266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107115654545435266' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-107076961108930055</id><published>2003-12-06T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T22:01:10.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><summary type='text'>So, being sick is the worst ever.  Thursday, I woke up with a sore throat and thought its just dry in my apartment, I'll be fine in a little while.  Yeah, it just got worse and worse and by thursday night, I felt like I was on the brink of death.  No joke.  Friday, I woke up and felt and sounded a lot better.  Today, I feel like death again.  But, let me tell you Roubitussen is a wonderful thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107076961108930055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/107076961108930055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107076961108930055' title='Sick'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106982336087419002</id><published>2003-11-25T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:10:06.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I only have a few things to say.  1)I hate this computer and I hate dial up.  2)I am reminded everyday why I will never be able to live at home again.  Have a great Thanksgiving everyone!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106982336087419002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106982336087419002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106982336087419002' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106912057031243977</id><published>2003-11-17T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T19:56:43.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know, I know more than a week.  And I apologize but today is going to be a post of me bitching.  So, today was load-in for 311 and Alien Ant Farm.  It went fine, there were no problems with the load-in itself.  The problem lies with the roadies and the IATSE people, specifically the IATSE women.  They think that I am just a little dumb blonde sorority girl that doesn't know anything about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106912057031243977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106912057031243977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106912057031243977' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106834924609980260</id><published>2003-11-08T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T21:41:07.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How true is this?Ladies of the Irish persuasion are unique in their character. They are a combination of a little girl, mother, hooker, and nun. They can bat their eyes, or blacken yours. They can love you with a passion and make you feel like a king.  They can be frail and strong at the same time.  Depending on their mood, they'll chastise you for drinking- yet can match anyone pint for pint.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106834924609980260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106834924609980260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106834924609980260' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106833973711034401</id><published>2003-11-08T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:02:38.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Numenorean To which race of Middle Earth do you belong? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106833973711034401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106833973711034401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106833973711034401' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106797893167236095</id><published>2003-11-04T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T14:49:07.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today my philosophy teacher told us a story about the last time he went up to Chicago.  The point of the story is unimportant.  The important, and hilarious, part is when he was trying to get to Chinatown from Michigan Ave and ended up in a ghetto on the north side.  How do you manage that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106797893167236095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106797893167236095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106797893167236095' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106782008208855640</id><published>2003-11-02T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T18:41:35.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, Pride's Crossing is in full swing, my birthday is in 9 days, halloween was fun, but we decided that we're all old.  Well, i'm not but all my friends are.  my birthday is in 9 days.  i've got to read 2 plays, write 1 3 page paper and 2 5-7 page papers, draft a light plot, update my instrument shcedule, update my lighting morgue, write a sound question and description.... and i think that is it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106782008208855640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106782008208855640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106782008208855640' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106702922071499957</id><published>2003-10-24T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T16:00:21.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To add to this, here's my five books I would bring to my island:1) Lord of the Rings2) The Outsiders3) The Winner (David Baldacci)4) Along Came a Spider (James Patterson)5) Fight Club</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106702922071499957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106702922071499957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106702922071499957' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106695742173435301</id><published>2003-10-23T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T20:03:41.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To follow Leigha's lead, I've been thinking about five songs I would take with me on a desert island.  And this is what I have decided on (as of right now)1) Remember Me This Way (Jordan Hill)(its the song at the end of the movie Casper)2) I Hope You Dance (Leanne Womack)3) Hear You Me (Jimmy Eat World)4) #41 (Dave Matthews Band)5) Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) (Green Day)And to add to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106695742173435301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106695742173435301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106695742173435301' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106678691826096462</id><published>2003-10-21T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:41:58.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20 THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED SINCE THE CHICAGO CUBS LAST WON THE WORLD SERIES:1. Radio was invented; Cub fans got to hear their team lose.2. TV was invented; Cub fans got to see their team lose.3. Baseball added 14 teams; Cub fans got to see AND hear their team lose to more teams.4. George Burns celebrated his 10th, 20th, 30th, 40th, 50th, 60th,70th, 80th, 90th and 100th birthdays.5. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106678691826096462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106678691826096462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106678691826096462' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106676505482562082</id><published>2003-10-21T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T14:37:34.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been an interesting few days.  I forgot to mention the "Mom" feeling I got saturday night.  Everyone needed my help getting ready for the homecoming dance.  I was trying to make myself look nice that night before Thom came over and that almost didn't happen cause I was trying to help everybody else.  Then, Anna took over my bathroom cause Leigha was using hers.  Then, yesterday was great.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106676505482562082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106676505482562082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106676505482562082' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106660404817096377</id><published>2003-10-19T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T17:54:08.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really don't have too much to say.  Life is good.  Pride's Crossing is under way.  Its not too bad so far, but focus is gonna be a bitch.  Just because the set is a typical John Stark complicated array of platforms and rakes, which effectively eliminates the use of the rolling A-frame.  I also have a shit load of projects and papers due before Thanksgiving, which is not as far off as I'd like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106660404817096377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106660404817096377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106660404817096377' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106633178943831566</id><published>2003-10-16T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T14:16:29.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>October 16, 1999Rest in Peace Keidrow.We miss you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106633178943831566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106633178943831566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106633178943831566' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106555864435856892</id><published>2003-10-07T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T15:30:44.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All right so, here comes an update on the past couple of days.  My life is crazy but, I'm totally happy.  Having a boyfriend that goes here, that I get to see everyday, is the best thing ever.  Not to mention that he's the best ever.  I'm realizing now how much long distance relationships really do suck (sorry jim).  Anyway, life is crazy.  I finished Amadeus saturday and now today i take my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106555864435856892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106555864435856892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106555864435856892' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106538303735119987</id><published>2003-10-05T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:43:56.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>since everbody else is doing this one...Protector The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106538303735119987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106538303735119987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106538303735119987' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106512652657802518</id><published>2003-10-02T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T15:28:46.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have too much to say, just felt that I needed to post.  The best few days (and by days I mean weeks) have been hectic.  But, as long as I can get everything I need to done by thursday then I'll be ok.  Speaking of, anybody have any ideas for a good theatre history paper?  Cause I have no idea at all.  So, to shamelessly plug Liz's class, somebody take it with me.  It's a gen-ed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106512652657802518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106512652657802518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106512652657802518' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106487987041088758</id><published>2003-09-29T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T18:57:50.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Aurora from Sleeping Beauty! What Disney Princess are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106487987041088758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106487987041088758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106487987041088758' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106435375132598094</id><published>2003-09-23T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T16:49:10.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so, apparently several people have been talking about how Thom and I would be perfect for each other and all this other stuff.  Why don't you tell me this?  Maybe we could have been together a long time ago, well not that long ago but still.  Sweetie this is in no way directed at you by the way.  My prime example here is Sauber, who according to Nicki, the two of you had a conversation the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106435375132598094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106435375132598094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106435375132598094' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106391062777895440</id><published>2003-09-18T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T13:43:47.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate my philosophy teacher.  I just got a 73 on my test.  I haven't gotten a grade that low since.... high school.  But, it's not a justified low score.  My answers are right.  I put down verbatim what he told us in class to put down.  But, my answers weren't specific enough i guess, so he would take off 3-4 points because he didn't think my answer was specific enough.  Even though I put down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106391062777895440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106391062777895440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106391062777895440' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106356284610670851</id><published>2003-09-14T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T13:07:26.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting weekend.  Debutantes and homeboys party was fun.  It was nice having Friday night off from rehearsal, it was my last night off.  Yesterday I went out to lunch, watched Little Women, went to rehearsal and went to the first Theatre of TED.  Then, I went home had a drink and went back out to Russell and Scott's.  It was fun stuff.  Today is a homework and rehearsal day, unfortunately.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106356284610670851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106356284610670851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106356284610670851' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106331400878297546</id><published>2003-09-11T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T16:00:08.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, since a few other people have posted about today I suppose I will too.  Today is an odd sort of day.  No body really knows how to feel about it.  I guess it's the same way people felt 2 years after Pearl Harbor.  But, I do know that it makes me feel a little nostalgic and it reminds me how much my family and friends mean to me.  A friend of mine lives just a couple blocks away and we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106331400878297546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106331400878297546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106331400878297546' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106313882658559417</id><published>2003-09-09T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T15:20:26.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, it's been awhile since I've posted.  I'm doing ok.  School is ok.  Rehearsal is fantastic, most of the time.  Except when people complain.  What they don't understand is that in the real world, they will be furniture movers that are called all the time and have to sit around adn wait while the leads work.  They need to get used to it.  But, other than that everything is great.  I resigned my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106313882658559417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106313882658559417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106313882658559417' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106144086156475982</id><published>2003-08-20T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T23:41:01.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING!! I'm about to go on a pretty big rant.  If you don't feel like hearing it stop reading now.  So, I hate being alone.  I really do.  Being single for long periods of time is probably the worst thing I could possibly think of.  I hate it more than anything.  Don't laugh at me, but my worst fear is being alone.  I'm totally serious.  My worst fear is that I'll spend the rest of my life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106144086156475982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106144086156475982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106144086156475982' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-106071354788725027</id><published>2003-08-12T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T13:39:07.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm back from vacation with the family.  I survived but just barely.  My mother apparently doesn't apprectiate my sarcasm, so about half way through the trip she stopped listening to me.  But, that was just fine with me.  Anyway, Santa Fe was really cool.  It's like one of the oldest cities in the country, which I didn't know.  Everything there is made out of adobe, and I am being serious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106071354788725027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/106071354788725027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106071354788725027' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105950317299832759</id><published>2003-07-29T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T13:26:13.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya know what I love?  I love open bars and little mexican men that don't card.  Ya know what I don't love?  Going to the desert in the hotest month of the year.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105950317299832759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105950317299832759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105950317299832759' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105897743946644890</id><published>2003-07-23T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T11:33:55.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid comments not working.  Anyway, I came up with another idea for spring break this year that wouldn't cost that much.  My cousin lives on an island off the coast of South Carolina and she would be totally cool with us coming to stay with her for awhile.  She's 25 so she isn't way older than us or anything.  But, it's South Carolina, the weather's always warm, as is the water.  And it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105897743946644890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105897743946644890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105897743946644890' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105888999693070624</id><published>2003-07-22T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T11:06:36.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I don't really have anything to say.  I just felt that I should post because it's been a week.  I recently finished reading Black Hawk Down.  That is probably the saddest book I've ever read.  But, it is very, very good.  The movie though, having now read the book, is not so good.  It's very Hollywood.  For instance, Josh Hartnett, the star of the movie, is hardly in the book.  I mean he is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105888999693070624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105888999693070624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105888999693070624' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105830032757799023</id><published>2003-07-15T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T15:18:47.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reminded yesterday why I can’t live at home anymore.  I mean apart from vacations.  My mother is constantly on my case about my clothes, my hair, my life in general.  Really anything she can find to complain about.  Yesterday she started telling me that I should wear nicer clothes.  I shouldn’t wear t-shirts all the time.  And how I shouldn’t hesitate to ask her to buy me things.  But, when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105830032757799023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105830032757799023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105830032757799023' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105819818800630280</id><published>2003-07-14T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T10:56:27.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?       My first best friend was Lizzy Duszynski.  I met her in Kindergarten.2. Are you still in touch with this person?     Umm.. not really.  Her older sister goes to ISU, so whenever I see her I tell her to say hi to Lizzy for me.3. Do you have a current close friend?      Yes several.4. How did you become friends with this person?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105819818800630280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105819818800630280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105819818800630280' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105798526004312126</id><published>2003-07-11T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T23:47:40.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the best day in a long, long time.  My friend Ti'Akka, who was in Iraq, came home.  She got home yesterday, without anyone knowing, and I saw her today.  I was so excited.  That just made my day.  Anyway, I say West Side Story at my high school. It was.... interesting.  I don't like West Side Story anyway, but this production was ok.  There was a lot of talent in the cast, but they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105798526004312126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105798526004312126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105798526004312126' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105778697731733439</id><published>2003-07-09T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T16:42:57.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided that we need to play volleyball more.  And baseball.  I played over the 4th and I miss it.  Marcus, you need to link my blog to Unholy Army of the Night.  I also just realized today how little there is left of summer, for me anyway.  There are 3 weeks left in July, then I have 10 days of vacation and then back to school for Generals.  I have 16 days of work left.  Summer just seemed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105778697731733439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105778697731733439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105778697731733439' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105760209200353557</id><published>2003-07-07T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T13:21:31.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this 4th of July was interesting.  I felt like hell till Saturday.  But, our big family thing was saturday and not friday anyway, so it was ok.  The fair there was.... interesting.  I've never felt more like a high class citizen.  Let me tell you some of those people were just sad.  Then, my brothers and I went there at like 11 to get something to eat and it was downright scary.  Anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105760209200353557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105760209200353557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105760209200353557' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105710253051810143</id><published>2003-07-01T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T18:35:30.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have strep, but other than that, I'm great.  How's everyone else?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105710253051810143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105710253051810143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105710253051810143' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105686043132229788</id><published>2003-06-28T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T23:20:31.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And one other thing that I forgot.  The Sox victory today was incredibly sweet and my dad is getting out the broom for tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105686043132229788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105686043132229788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105686043132229788' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105686036610874375</id><published>2003-06-28T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T23:19:26.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I now have proof that I do actually look like I'm 14.  I was at my cousin's graduation party and I was talking to some of his friends.  And they were all convinced that I was a freshman or sophomore in high school.  And, that my younger brother was older than me.  But, I've dealt with it.  And eventually I'll enjoy looking younger than I am.  And my keyboard sucks.  I am like pounding on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105686036610874375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105686036610874375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105686036610874375' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-105672860620027145</id><published>2003-06-27T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T10:43:26.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has just not been my week for traveling.  The Metra was late twice this week.  The El broke down wednesday.  It took me 20 minutes to get from Merchandise Mart to Washington/Wells.  For those of you unfamiliar with the El, that should take about 2 minutes.  Then, both Tuesday and Wednesday, I missed my regular train.  Then this morning, the El decided not to stop at the stop I normally get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105672860620027145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/105672860620027145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105672860620027145' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-96024067</id><published>2003-06-25T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T13:22:26.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All right guys, what are we doing for the 4th?  I have Friday and possibly thursday off.  We need to make a plan. My cottage is still open.  There's enough room for everybody to sleep too, so you won't have to drive home the same night.  The Taste is going on then, they probably have fireworks or something.  I don't know what you guys want to do.  I'm up for anything, but we should start making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/96024067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/96024067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#96024067' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95986685</id><published>2003-06-24T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T12:11:47.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All right, it's Friday Five time.  I know it's Tuesday, but I'm bored and forgot to do it on Friday.1. Is your hair naturally curly, wavy, or straight? Long or short?  Curly, definitlely curly.  And it's semi-long.2. How has your hair changed over your lifetime?Well, it was like white blond until I was about 5.  Then it was short till 3rd grade.  It was kinda long for awhile, then I had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95986685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95986685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95986685' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95846835</id><published>2003-06-19T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T20:41:46.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my God.  Today was the worst commuting day of all time.  It started this morning when the Metra was running a half hour late, because a car tried to beat the train and got hit.  Then, I ran from the Metra to catch the El, but I missed it anyway, by seconds of course.  So, then I had to wait another 15 minutes for the train.  So, I was about 40 minutes late for work.  Then, on the way home, I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95846835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95846835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95846835' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95764501</id><published>2003-06-17T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T14:44:36.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's something wrong with me.  Last night, I got home from work, ate dinner and then started to watch Enemy of the State, well I was really tired so I tried to take a little nap.  Well, I did.  I slept from about 830 to 930, then I was woken up by my dad saying sit up or move so other people can watch TV too.  I did move.  I went downstairs, put on my pajamas, checked my e-mail and went to bed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95764501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95764501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95764501' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95723125</id><published>2003-06-16T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T12:31:55.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Great America yesterday.  Superman was pretty fucking cool, but I wish it could have been longer.  It was a great day, weather wise.  I got a little sunburned, but it's not too bad.  I've got my lotion to prevent my skin from drying out too bad.  Anyway, it was a pretty fun day.  I think we should all do something this weekend, those of us that are going to be in the Chicago-land area </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95723125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95723125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95723125' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95642306</id><published>2003-06-13T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T16:07:22.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. What's one thing you've always wanted to do, but never have?I've always wanted to...sky dive and do some other things I can't think of right now.  I wish I was more daring. Is that a good enough answer?2. When someone asks your opinion about a new haircut/outfit/etc, are you always honest?With some people.  But, most people don't want to hear the truth, no matter how much they say they do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95642306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95642306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95642306' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95634133</id><published>2003-06-13T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T11:38:46.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is going to be a good day.  I'm sitting here, using our Artistic directors computer because he's out of town.  His desk is in it's own little corner, nobody can see what I'm doing.  It's great.  I think I'm just going to sit here all day.  No, I won't because I'd feel too guilty for not doing any work.  But, I could if I wanted to.  Oh crap, I just realized I have to go buy another card.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95634133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95634133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95634133' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95534793</id><published>2003-06-10T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T23:00:23.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have too much to say.  Just this.  I was listening to a couple guys talk on the train and they went to.. I think U of Chicago and after I said to myself "Wow, I wish I was that smart and had that much money", I went back to listening.  They were like ACS majors or something like that and they were talking about how much free time they have during the week.  And it just reminded me about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95534793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95534793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95534793' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95448715</id><published>2003-06-08T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T22:34:36.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do our friends create so much drama?  I don't understand.  Oh well.  I saw Italian Job yesterday.  It was hilarious.  Oh!  I solved the mystery of the pictures I don't remember taking.  I do remember taking them.  Jodie and Nick are just dumb.  They thought I was flicking off the camera, wearing the No Limit ring.  Really that's Nick's hand, while I'm sitting next to him.  I don't know how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95448715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95448715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95448715' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95384001</id><published>2003-06-06T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T15:09:22.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, Jodie was really drunk last night.  Jodie, I'm sorry I wasn't there, but I promise we'll get really drunk next year.  I also learned yesterday that I was more drunk than I thought.  Because there are apparently pictures of me that I don't remember taking at Mardi Gras and Mock Prom.  I thought I remembered everything that happened there, but I guess I was wrong.  But, maybe when I see the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95384001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95384001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95384001' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95266636</id><published>2003-06-03T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T22:14:38.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all of you Cubs' fans out there, I would just like to rub the lastest news in your face.  Your star, Sammy Sosa, was thrown out of the game in the first inning of tonight's game.  For corking his bat.  That's right ladies and gentlemen, your wonderful star hitter corks his bat.  That's all I have to say.  Goodnight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95266636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95266636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95266636' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95175379</id><published>2003-06-01T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T22:39:21.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more thing.  I got my new glasses yesterday.  I like them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95175379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95175379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95175379' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95173535</id><published>2003-06-01T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T21:33:27.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot to tell you guys that the guy who plays Younger Brother is Dennis.  Well, Dennis in a couple years.  It's uncanny.  He looks like him, acts like him, sounds like him.  It's really freaky.  Anyway, I went to Connie's today with my family.  Although, I think Nick will be the only person that's ever heard of it.  But, it was so good.  And I had Chi Tung the other day and leftover Chi Tung </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95173535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95173535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95173535' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256679.post-95136794</id><published>2003-05-31T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T20:27:17.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, tech today was interesting.  it wasn't organized very well and the stage manager wasn't really that good.  she let people do whatever they want and stop to fix blocking and stuff.  In three hours they got through the prologue and one other song.  (Ragtime by the way)  But, I learned how to make people fly.  That was cool.  But, the actors make it so much more complicated than it needs to be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95136794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256679/posts/default/95136794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acbl17.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95136794' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957892646824668270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
