<?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-13233047</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:56:19.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Celiñian in Cambridge</title><subtitle type='html'>Flux capacitor... fluxing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-114170178885202859</id><published>2006-03-06T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:23:08.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas rules, basically</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I think I now have actual proof that Texas is superior to all other states.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Only four college freshmen women cleared the NCAA provisional qualifying height of 1.78m, or 5'10".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Three of those four graduated from Texas high schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was one of those four!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.davecounts.com/track/high_jump/20060304_Christensen_178a.mov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-114170178885202859?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114170178885202859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=114170178885202859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/114170178885202859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/114170178885202859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/03/texas-rules-basically.html' title='Texas rules, basically'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-114002886034309455</id><published>2006-02-15T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:41:00.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;52 degrees&lt;/span&gt; here!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone pinch me, get the smelling salts! I thought we'd never get above 40 again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it's kind of funny- there's still a foot of snow on the ground.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-114002886034309455?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114002886034309455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=114002886034309455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/114002886034309455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/114002886034309455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/heat-wave_15.html' title='Heat Wave?!?!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113998110182952618</id><published>2006-02-15T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:25:01.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...thinking about poetry hurts me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like, when the deadline for the thesis statement for my first Expos paper is quickly approaching and I can't keep a single interpretation of the poem in my head long enough to write an intelligible statement about it.  Every time I start to get something that makes sense, I suddenly think of a new way to interpret the poem, and I have to start over.  Urgh.  Is this a good thing or a bad thing?  Am I too capricious in my interpretations?  Or is it good that I'm never satisfied with thinking that I have a poem figured out?  Why does this only happen when I try to write about poems?  I could sit by myself and think about the same poem for hours convinced that my interpretation is correct, but as soon as I have to start writing a thesis statement about what I think, I suddenly have to start over because I've changed my mind.  Indeed.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mmmmk.  So here's the poem that I was having to much trouble with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Swimmer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Observe how he negotiates his way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With trust and the least violence, making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The stranger friend, the enemy ally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The depth that could destroy him gently supports him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With water he defends himself from water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Danger he leans on, rests in.  The drowning sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is all he has between himself and drowning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What lover ever lay more mutually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With his beloved, his always-reaching arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stroking in smooth and powerful caresses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some drown in love as in dark water, and some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By love are strongly held as the green sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now holds the swimmer.  Indolently he turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To float.-- The swimmer floats, the lover sleeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by: Robert Francis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I really like the poem, by the way.  So, it snowed here alot, and now all the sidewalks are either covered in slush, covered in slippery ice/snow, or completely clear.  Interesting walks we take.  There was a picture on the front page of the newspaper the day after the snow fell of a professor standing next to the fullsize igloo that he and some students built in the snow.  It was seriously as tall as him and had an opening to go into.  I still think the igloo, or snow fort that Brian, Billy, and I made in like second grade was awesome, too.  I am still coughing, but I think I'm getting better.  (I was sick last week)  Hmmm, there was a really good article in the Crimson today, let's see if I can find a link for it......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theharvardcrimson.com/article.aspx?ref=511259"&gt;http://www.theharvardcrimson.com/article.aspx?ref=511259&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heck yes.  Anyway, I have to go read stuff before bed, so this is enough for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113998110182952618?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113998110182952618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113998110182952618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113998110182952618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113998110182952618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113937066129164353</id><published>2006-02-07T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:51:01.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They hired....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...Sacagawea to be their guide, she led them all across the countryside, reached the coast and found the most elbow room they'd ever had, oh, elbow room, el-bow room, gotta gotta get us some elbow room.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I bought stamps today from a stamp vending machine, and it gave me back $2.20 in change in the form of four nickels, a Susan B. Anthony dollar, and a Sacagawea dollar.  As soon as I looked at the Sacagawea dollar, that song popped into my head, and no, I didn't have to look up the lyrics, I still remember them all.  Good 'ole middle school musical, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am so tired of it being so COLD!!!!!!!!!!!  Ahhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Seriously, can I get 50 degrees every now and then?  NO.  Thirty.  That's all you get.  It has been cold for four months now.  Four months.  When is spring?!  Christmas is over, New Years is over, it's almost Valentine's Day, it should be getting warmer.  I hate walking around looking like I'm crying all the time because the cold wind makes my eyes water so much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, New York over the weekend was fun.  Very interesting.  I got to see all the lights in Times Square from a block away, but I never actually went into Times Square.  I saw the Broadway sign, though, and I felt special.  The NY subway is prettier than the Boston one, but alot noisier.  The meet went okay.  Any of you track girls reading this, remember that girl from Sanger, Ashley McCarty, who was really fast, that we used to refer to as "steroid girl" because she was so jacked?  Well, she runs for A&amp;M now, and I saw her at the meet doing triple jump.  I think I got 9th in high jump, which isn't bad considering how big the meet was and how good the competition was.  I jumped 1.73, which is like 5'8".  The girls who got first and second jumped 1.81, which is like 5'11" or something like that.  I found out this weekend just how much the Harvard track team gets shafted when it comes to money and equipment and such.  We ate a total of 7 meals while we were on the trip (we were there for dinner, and then two whole days), and received &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$40&lt;/span&gt; with which to buy these meals.  Sound right to you?  What about the Gatorade and all that stuff that we need to get at the meet to keep ourselves hydrated?  Do we get extra money for that?  No.  How much did one of the other teams get that were staying there for just as long as we did?  Oh, only about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$210&lt;/span&gt;.  No big deal.  Yeah right!  It's not like we're not paying enough for admission, really!  Ah.  This is me, venting, but seriously, doesn't that sound like we're getting a raw deal?  And, our uniforms, are, um, NOT OUR SCHOOL COLORS.  Does that matter, do you think, that we have brown uniforms, instead of crimson ones?  Isn't it a little weird that some of the people on our team have red travel bags, and other people have purple ones?  Our equipment manager is on crack.  Why would anyone sign a deal with a company, saying that they would make our uniforms, when they know that the company doesn't carry the color that we need?  Um, does that make sense to you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay.  Anyway, I think I know what classes I'm taking now.  Spanish A, Expos 20: Athletes and Artists, English 151: The 19th Century Novel, and Psych 1504: Positive Psychology.  I was going to take Lit&amp;Arts B63: Bach in His Time and Through the Centuries, but it is the last time the psych class is being offered, and I can take the Bach class next spring.  My Expos class looks like it will be pretty interesting.  Right now we're starting off reading a bunch of poems that have to do with sports, and they're pretty good and not too horrible to read.  The 19th Century Novel class, which I went to for the first time today, looks like it will be alot of fun.  And, instead of spending all my time doing math problems like last semester, I will be reading novels like Pride and Prejudice.  Ahh, wonderful.  My Positive Psych class is said to be life-changing.  We'll see.  I already think that I'm a happy person, that I think positively about things, at least compared to other people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think that I am going to quit the flute ensemble this semester, because I think I would really rather spend the time at track practice, and not have to leave early.  It's just not something that I look forward to going to.  I am reluctant to leave track practice to go.  That's not how it should be.  I'll just pick the flute back up over the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113937066129164353?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113937066129164353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113937066129164353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113937066129164353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113937066129164353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/they-hired.html' title='They hired....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113886472137996988</id><published>2006-02-02T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T02:18:41.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>106X106=11,236</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I just got done picking out my top eight choices for the Expository Writing class that I have to take this semester.  Because I'm so proud of actually being done with the decision, I will list them here in the order of my preference:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Athletes and Artists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Art of Short Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;True Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Success Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Art of the Essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pursuits of Perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jane Austen and Civil Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Art and the Unconscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Indeed.  There were 39 to chose from, so it took a while to narrow the choices down.  I was debating on picking a class called Literature of Self-Discovery, but then I remembered a quote that I had read somewhere, and I was inspired to not take that class.  It went something like "We shouldn't spend our lives trying to find ourselves, we should spend our lives making ourselves."  It definitely wasn't worded that way, but that's basically what it said, and I think that really makes sense.  So, the self-discovery class is not for me.  I'm still not sure which classes I'm taking this semester, aside from Spanish A and my Expos class.  I'm thinking I'll probably end up taking English 10b: British Writers II and Lit&amp;Arts B63: Bach in His Time and Through the Centuries.  Today I shopped (sat in on while trying to decide whether or not to take it) a psych class that reminded me a lot of Dr. Tim's seminar.  It was The Psychology of Leadership, imagine that.  I would take it, but it's at the same time as the English class, and it doesn't count for anything unless you major in psych.  The English class also counts as a core for non-concentrators, which is good if I change my mind about my concentration.  By the way, yesterday and today I have been thinking that I am going to concentrate in English.  I just haven't been in a very Science-y mood.  I don't want to take another math class, no thank you, I'd rather read.  Hence, English.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tomorrow after dinner I leave for  New York, and the New Balance Collegiate Invitational.  Should be awesome.  I'll get beat badly, but it will be a good experience, and a fun time overall.  They're starting the bar at 5'6", but I'm not nervous about that yet.  I will be at the meet, though, don't worry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Over the weekend, when we were trying to decide what to do with ourselves after dinner, some of the track girls and I started talking to one of the security guards in Kirkland House, an old man who's nice and mean at the same time.  He asked me what my birthday was, stood there thinking to himself for a few seconds, and then proceded to tell me that I had been born on a Thursday.  I didn't remember what day I was actually born on, but he then went on to correctly tell the three other girls there what day of the week they were born on, by just thinking for about 5 seconds.  It was like a Good Will Hunting moment.  That good at math and he's a security guard?  Then he asked one of the girls to pick a number, and he acurately squared, &lt;em&gt;in his head, &lt;/em&gt;106.  The answer is 11,236.  I checked it on my phone after he said it, and he was correct.  I felt slightly inferior clutching my calculator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, we ended up seeing Saint Ralph, a good movie, and Sideways, which I think I missed the point of.  I'm sure that some people could see it as a good movie, but I didn't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113886472137996988?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113886472137996988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113886472137996988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113886472137996988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113886472137996988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/106x10611236.html' title='106X106=11,236'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113832952970709366</id><published>2006-01-26T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:38:49.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Homer, you have it set on whore!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, intercession is wonderful.  Yesterday two other track girls and I went to Downtown Crossing, which is a shopping center.  They wanted to let the people at the makeup counters in Macy's put makeup on us, so we did that.  Yeah.  I have never had that much makeup on before, and I'll probably never have that much on again.  It was pretty scary.  It reminded me of the Simpson's episode when Homer invents the makeup gun, shoots Marge with it, and she says "Homer, you have it set on whore!".   And, I really gotten white since coming up here.  The guy used the lightest color foundation stuff that they had.  And I'm not normally an incredibly pale person.  I definitely washed that stuff off before track practice, even though the other girls thought I should keep it on.  Uh, workout with all that crap on my face, I don't think so.  And, everyone at practice kept asking them why the heck they were wearing so much makeup, because they hadn't washed theirs off, so it was funny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And, I am definitely looking forward to the meet on Saturday.  I am so going to jump 1.78m.  Today in practice I jumped 5'7" (1.70m).  Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113832952970709366?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113832952970709366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113832952970709366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113832952970709366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113832952970709366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/01/homer-you-have-it-set-on-whore.html' title='&quot;Homer, you have it set on whore!&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113804709234445050</id><published>2006-01-23T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:11:32.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Housekeeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, though I should be getting ready to go to track right now, I am posting.  It snowed alot this morning, but it's warm outside, so now it's all melting, and it's a slushy mess.  Bleh.  This weekend I went and saw Fun with Dick and Jane with my roommate.   I didn't think the movie was going to be funny, but it was.  Funny indeed.  I also saw the 40 Yr. Old Virgin, another very funny movie.  Good times.  Alright, off to track now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah!  I saw a preview for Band Camp, and I thought it was so funny that they had a part in there where people went around knocking on doors saying "housekeeping."  We definitely did that my freshman year at band camp.  Oh, yes, Spirit of the West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113804709234445050?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113804709234445050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113804709234445050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113804709234445050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113804709234445050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/01/housekeeping.html' title='Housekeeping'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113777841177872150</id><published>2006-01-20T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:33:31.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Intercession!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/fireworks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/fireworks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HOORAY!!  HUZZAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am now officially completely done with my classes for the fall semester.  No more finals- I just got out of my last one, no more problem sets, no more papers.  Done.  I have just completed my first semester at Harvard University.  Muahaha.  You can bow down to me if you like.  Just kidding.  But, I am so happy to be done.  I just can't believe that this actually means I am an eighth of the way done with college.  How did that happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113777841177872150?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113777841177872150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113777841177872150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113777841177872150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113777841177872150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-intercession.html' title='Hello Intercession!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113703135408404299</id><published>2006-01-11T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:02:34.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey, looks like Celina has a 40% chance of rain on Monday- scattered thunderstorms.  Hopefully you'll get hit with something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's been rather warm here.  It's 47 degrees right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113703135408404299?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113703135408404299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113703135408404299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113703135408404299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113703135408404299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/01/40.html' title='40%'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113669396057749360</id><published>2006-01-07T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:19:20.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I bet you can't jump 1.76m</title><content type='html'>But I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, 1.78m and NCAA Nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I won't convert it into feet for you.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Metric System, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113669396057749360?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113669396057749360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113669396057749360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113669396057749360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113669396057749360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-bet-you-cant-jump-176m.html' title='I bet you can&apos;t jump 1.76m'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113651160380337098</id><published>2006-01-05T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:40:03.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;All American Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/all-american.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were well rounded and well liked in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a firestorm - full of intensity and drama.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts may seem scattered to you most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;But they often seem strong and passionate to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural influencer. The thoughts you share are very powerful and persuading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Nice This Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73eaa0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wereyounaughtyornicethisyearquiz/nice.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list.&lt;br /&gt;You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good.&lt;br /&gt;Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wereyounaughtyornicethisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113651160380337098?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113651160380337098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113651160380337098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113651160380337098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113651160380337098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/01/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113643495524709649</id><published>2006-01-04T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:22:35.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so she feels like she's actually accomplished something in the last two hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Warning, though, this post is long and rambling, basically about me trying to decide my concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, here it is.  Because I don't have a paper to do or a seminar book to read anymore, and I just don't feel like doing my Spanish homework, I suddenly became very motivated to again go through &lt;em&gt;Courses of Instruction&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Fields of Concentration&lt;/em&gt;, which I realize I also should have italicized last time.  Yesterday I read the description for almost every concentration that they offer here, instead of reading my seminar book, and made a list of those that I actually thought I was interested in.  They were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Astronomy and Astrophysics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Earth and Planetary Sciences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English and American Literature and Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Philosophy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes Brian, I can hear Mom right now: "Whatever you do, just don't major in Philosophy.  My cousing majored in Philosophy and never got a job, because you can't do anything with that major."  I'm just saying it interested me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, tonight instead of doing my Spanish work or sleeping, I was suddenly motivated again to look at the requirements for each major and decide what classes I will need to take this semester for each concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And, I realized that I have basically screwed myself unknowingly out of any reasonable chance of concentrating in music, because all the introductory courses that I'd need to take are a full year, and I can't start taking them halfway through the year.  Also, I'd want to take a music class before making my decision about my major, and that's not really possible now, because any other music class that I could take wouldn't count as a credit towards my concentration if I did decide to major in music.  And I need to make my concentration decision sometime this semester.  If I decided against music, then I would regret not taking the other classes for the other concentrations that would actually count for something.  So, seeing this, I crossed Music off my list of concentrations, and rationalized that even though I'm really missing music right now, that could be remedied by making it into the Pops Orchestra next year.  All I'd have to do is actually practice over the summer, because one of the flutes is graduating this year.  The flute ensemble just isn't doing it for me.  I need a full ensemble to truly enjoy myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, after making this decision, I looked at the list of majors that I now had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Astronomy and Astrophysics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Earth and Planetary Sciences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English and American Literature and Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Music crossed out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Philosophy (eh, probably thinking this isn't such an interesting topic anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And, something seemed to be missing.  Like, the thing  that I wanted to do wasn't there.  Or, that I couldn't just pick one of these.  Joint concentration doesn't sound like my cup of tea, though, because a 65 page thesis just doesn't seem, uh, fun.  I really did enjoy music theory and all that stuff.  But, I remind myself, not as much as you enjoyed just playing in the band, so the Pops Orchestra, or some other orchestra for that matter, would make up for that "missing thing".  Yay.  So, after arguing with myself, I think I have actually made a decision tonight.  I will not major/concentrate in music, but I will take a core class to fulfill my Literature and Arts B requirement, and I will practice over the summer to get into an orchestra.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh, geez, I need to do my Spanish homework.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do still find my seminar interesting and entertaining, so that puts Astronomy and Astrophysics on my list of possibilities.  I think that I understand the stuff that we're talking about, hidden dimensions and dark matter and such, but that could be because I'm not actually thinking about it.  The concepts are so weird that even though you think through them and say to yourself "Yes, that makes sense and I understand", you later realize that the whole idea completely contradicts every elementary bit of science you've been taught in school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I really love the movie The Core.  That is why Earth and Planetary Sciences is on the list.  Might not last, though, because it has a helluva lot of Chemistry and Physics class requirements that I know will be quite hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do like reading.  As much as I complained about AP English (the class, not Mrs. Long.  I believe I was entitled to all the complaining I did about her), I did like English.  I don't love writing very much, but I think that's because I never thought I was good at it after I kept failing Mrs. Kelly's papers.  My psych TA said that my papers were well-written and nicely organized, though she's not an English teacher.  Whatev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Psychology as a class was incredibly interesting. The professor was awesome and incredibly funny and interesting.  About a month ago I thought that I could start saying that I'd made up my mind to concentrate in psychology, but I'm not so sure now.  A good deal of it doesn't seem concrete.  It's all about what we &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; is going on underneath what we see, but really, there's absolutely no way of ever being sure of any reason that anyone does anything.  The whole class really was just learning the scientific terms for behaviors and things that we already understand and see everyday.  It was all vocab, basically, for things that we previously didn't have words for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah.  So really I haven't made up my mind yet.  I'l go do my homework now, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113643495524709649?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113643495524709649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113643495524709649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113643495524709649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113643495524709649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/01/posting.html' title='Posting...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113633827607431218</id><published>2006-01-03T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:31:16.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorraine, I am your density</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have just discovered that one of two things is true about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am incredibly easily influenced by other people, and hearing Brittany say that she has decided to major in English has made me think erroneously that I might actually want to do the same thing, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I actually am interested in concentrating in English, because I've just spent an hour sitting at my desk ungracefully putting sticky notes, fingers, and pens between pages of "Courses of Instruction" and "Fields of Concentration", trying to decide what courses I want to take next semester and what concentration I want to chose, and the English and American Literature and Language description actually sounded interesting.  Of course, that could just be because the professor that wrote it actually has background in, can you imagine, English, and is therefore more capable of making his concentration description sound interesting than, say, that Earth and Planetary Science professors.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Also, though I don't know how many of them actually read this, I am incredibly sorry, all of you to which I gave Christmas presents in the form of a small gift bag with lotion and a bag of chocolate candy.  I now realize that I probably should have put the candy in 3 or 4 layers of Ziplock bags, instead of just one, because I ended up with an extra bag, so I brought the candy back with me, and started eating it today.  It tastes like lotion.  Yuck.  Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113633827607431218?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113633827607431218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113633827607431218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113633827607431218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113633827607431218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/01/lorraine-i-am-your-density.html' title='Lorraine, I am your density'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113625671677168734</id><published>2006-01-02T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:51:56.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flux capacitor..... fluxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Indeed.  I am back at school now.  My roommate is speaking Chinese to a family member on the phone right now.  I feel uneducated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, we are supposed to get a lot of snow and rain in the next day or two.  And, I think we're under wind advisories and flood warnings, and all that.  Too bad it never rains in Texas, apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113625671677168734?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113625671677168734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113625671677168734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113625671677168734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113625671677168734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2006/01/flux-capacitor-fluxing.html' title='Flux capacitor..... fluxing'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113606422531259312</id><published>2005-12-31T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:23:45.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2006?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the past few months I've actually caught myself writing "-04" on things instead of "-05".  So, "-06" might just be too much for me.  And, 2006 was never supposed to exist.  The last year that I've been thinking existed for like the past eight years was 2005, because that's when I graduated of course, and I never thought about dates beyond that.  2006 sounds weird, anyway.  But, Happy New Years Eve, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113606422531259312?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113606422531259312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113606422531259312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113606422531259312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113606422531259312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006.html' title='2006?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113500993787429148</id><published>2005-12-19T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:32:17.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kind of.  Every time I check the 10 day forecast on weather.com, the temperatures go up.  Yesterday it was supposed to get to 64 on Christmas, and now the day after Christmas is supposed to be 73.  It makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113500993787429148?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113500993787429148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113500993787429148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113500993787429148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113500993787429148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-for-summer.html' title='Yay for summer!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113496595610634263</id><published>2005-12-18T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:21:53.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>28-12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh Yeah! Celina Bobcats are State Champs again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just wish I could have seen the game- sounded like a good one. Oh well. Instead, I went to Boston, wandered around, and saw The Chronicles of Narnia with an old friend from 5th grade who happens to go to BU. Good movie. Good soundtrack, too, I thought. It makes me want to read all the books again. I might just have to visit the library over the break. Boston is so pretty. It's awesome to just walk around, especially when you know the person you're with knows her way around so you don't have to worry about keeping track of where you are. I love all the old buildings, and how there are giant, beautiful churches in the middle of a street full of stores and apartments.  Seeing my friend's dorm room at BU made me truly appreciate the age of my dorm.  Because it was built so long ago for rich people and their servants, the rooms are massive and the suites are beautiful, compared to the prisoncell-like room that my friend shares with her roommate.  No offense, Cassie, it's just the truth.  Your room was alot nicer than hers, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was so happy when I saw on weather.com that it's supposed to be 64 degrees and sunny on Christmas day. I'll have to go swimming. Just kidding, but it will be awesome to be in some warm weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113496595610634263?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113496595610634263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113496595610634263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113496595610634263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113496595610634263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/28-12.html' title='28-12'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113469626149686357</id><published>2005-12-15T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:28:02.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was a kid....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/high%20jump.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/400/high%20jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we didn't have high jump mats.  We had bags of foam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;God, I'm glad they've come a long way as far as mats go since this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113469626149686357?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113469626149686357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113469626149686357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113469626149686357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113469626149686357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-i-was-kid.html' title='When I was a kid....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113466009404244502</id><published>2005-12-15T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:22:49.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huzzah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At this time next week I will be getting ready to go to the airport!!! Actually, I'll probably be running around my room trying to find something or sitting on the floor desperately wondering what I'm going to do since all my stuff doesn't fit in my suitcase. Anyway, only four more days of class until break! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah, I remember what I was going to say. Yesterday, as I was walking through the yard on the way to my seminar, I passed someone wearing shorts and an old guy riding a unicycle. First of all, you're not supposed to ride bikes through the yard, and second of all it was like 20 degrees yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113466009404244502?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113466009404244502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113466009404244502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113466009404244502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113466009404244502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/huzzah.html' title='Huzzah!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113445181548612750</id><published>2005-12-13T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:30:15.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have just made an amazing discovery in the field of food.  I post about this discovery in hopes of spreading it to the world so that others may avoid the horrible experience I just had with two foods/snacks that I quite enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DO NOT eat a Mint Milk Chocolate Hershey nugget and follow it up with a nice gulp of fruit punch.  Ever.  If you particularly enjoy unpleasant experiences, go ahead and do it, but I warn you that the fruit punch will taste exactly like vomit.  That's right, vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thought I'd let the public know so they can avoid mishaps like mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would have created a lovely little diagram in paint showing how these foods don't mix, but I've interrupted my studying to post this earth-shattering news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113445181548612750?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113445181548612750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113445181548612750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113445181548612750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113445181548612750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-interrupt-your-regularly-scheduled.html' title='We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113419688470591959</id><published>2005-12-10T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:44:20.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/100_0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/400/100_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I think this picture is made more cool by the fact that you can see the drops of water on the outside of my window through which I took this picture. It snowed alot here. Last weekend there was a huge freshman snowball fight in the yard, but I didn't go because none of my roommates wanted to go, and I don't live in the yard so I would have had to walk there myself. There better be another one this weekend, though, with how much snow we have, and I'm definitely going. I have to let out my inner child once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a week and a half until Christmas break! Sorry, I mean the nondenominational winter holiday break. Anyway, I'm impressed with how cold it's been in Celina these past few days. I don't know if it was ever that cold in the nine (ten?) years that I've been there. Seriously, it was like 11 degrees this morning or something insane like that, right? Yes indeed, I just checked, and it was 11 degrees this morning. I am actually quite enjoying the snow. It seems so much warmer outside when there's snow on the ground. So pretty, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a track meet tomorrow, so that should be fun. On a completely different subject, I would like to once again express my undying hatred for the windowshade in my room. It just fell down again. Ahharrghh. Yo odio el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113419688470591959?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113419688470591959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113419688470591959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113419688470591959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113419688470591959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-you-paint-with-all-colors-of-wind.html' title='Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113384806331035736</id><published>2005-12-06T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:47:43.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you be quite quick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, it snowed Saturday night and the snow is still here.  This makes me happy, because I can stand the cold as long as there's pretty snow to look at.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think I might be running the 60m hurdles at the meet this weekend, because I asked the coach if I could.  I got bored just doing high jump and sitting around at the last meet.  I'm used to being so busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And, today I found out that my jump from this weekend qualified me for the ECAC meet (East Coast Athletic Conference, possibly?), which is pretty cool.  I think only one other girl on the team qualified with that last meet, and she ran the fastest 5000m in the world for 2005 on Saturday.  Seriously.  Out of all the other women who have run the 5000m in the year 2005, she has the fastest time.  She improved her personal best by like 26 seconds.  Impressive, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christmas seems to be sneaking up on me, which is not very good because I have only bought one Christmas present so far.  At the same time, December 21st still seems so far away, which is when I get to go home for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113384806331035736?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113384806331035736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113384806331035736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113384806331035736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113384806331035736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/could-you-be-quite-quick.html' title='Could you be quite quick?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113376113501477316</id><published>2005-12-04T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:38:58.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>47-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, of course, Crawford ate it on Friday when Celina beat them 47-5.  I forgot to post about this earlier, in my post-track meet happiness.  I am upset that I will not get to see the state game.  Because we're definitely going.  No duh.  Wait!-  That will mean that the band, the cross country team, and the football team went to state this year!  People here seriously must get sick of me talking about how awesome Celina is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went to an a cappella concert today, and it was pretty awesome.  The first group to perform was the Opportunes, and if you google them you can make your way through their website and hear snippets of past songs if you so desire.  One of the songs they did was a medley that included, but was not limited to, "Sugar We're Goin Down", "Just the Girl", "Hollaback Girl", and a bunch of others that I didn't know the name of/can't remember anymore.  The second group was the Pitches.  There are two girls from my dorm in the group, and they were awesome, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113376113501477316?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113376113501477316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113376113501477316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113376113501477316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113376113501477316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/47-5.html' title='47-5'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113366917367706871</id><published>2005-12-03T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:06:15.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1.70m!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quick, quick, get out your calculators, or you won't know how high I jumped today!  Just kidding.  I'll be nice and convert it for you.  They do everything in meters here, which is annoying.  We should just go ahead and measure everything in meters in high school, so people don't have to get used to a new measuring system in college.  Anyway, it's about 5'7".  Without any misses, thank you very much.  And I won, too.  I almost had 1.73m (5'8"), in fact I was way over 5'8", but then I kicked too early and my butt hit the bar.  In the air, I actually thought, "oh wow, I jumped really high!  oh wait, what the crap do I do now!?" and then I hit the bar.  Oh well.  I need to buy new Flexall.  I think the stuff I have is practically expired.  I'm sure it can happen, and the stuff is one or two years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's supposed to snow like 4 to 8 inches sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113366917367706871?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113366917367706871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113366917367706871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113366917367706871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113366917367706871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/170m.html' title='1.70m!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113350077245267509</id><published>2005-12-02T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:19:32.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah....</title><content type='html'>Basically, I need Christmas vacation right now.  I hate my math class and the thought of doing any more math homework at any point in the rest of my life pains me.  Maybe if English was my teacher's first language, she would have a larger vocabulary with which to explain concepts to the class so we know how the hell to do our homework. &lt;br /&gt;My shins hurt and I hope I don't do bad&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LY&lt;/span&gt; at the meet this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Celina kicks the crap out of Crawford on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113350077245267509?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113350077245267509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113350077245267509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113350077245267509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113350077245267509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeah.html' title='yeah....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113341523184615002</id><published>2005-12-01T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:33:53.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#a67c51;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are White Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c69c6d"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/white-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Never underestimate my power! *Evil laugh!*  Muahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, maybe I "should" have brown eyes, but I'm definitely glad they're blue, because I love blue, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good sense of self control and hate to show weakness.&lt;br /&gt;You are always tactful and diplomatic. You let people down gently.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;You have one big dream in your life, and you never lose sight of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, so about that "one big dream" in my life, I sure wish I knew what the heck it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On a completely unrelated note, I had a really weird dream recently in which I was going to something for which I had to dress up, and I felt really awkward when I showed up in my band tux and had to run around trying to find something else to change into.  Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113341523184615002?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113341523184615002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113341523184615002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113341523184615002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113341523184615002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/12/mas-quizzes.html' title='Mas Quizzes'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113328158291029043</id><published>2005-11-29T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:26:23.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It is 60 degrees in Cambridge right now, and only 44 degrees in Celina.  Booyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113328158291029043?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113328158291029043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113328158291029043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113328158291029043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113328158291029043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/rejoice.html' title='Rejoice!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113323250022460521</id><published>2005-11-28T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:48:20.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manly Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, Sparknotes was 12% sure that I was a man.  I wouldn't say I'm much like the stereotypical "girl", so that doesn't surprise me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought this question, of the many that they asked to try to determine the taker's gender, was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; interesting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Scenario: If you don't have the money by Tuesday, the kid dies. You can't get the money. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;-Call the cops&lt;br /&gt;-Call the kid's parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It all depends on whether or not the test taker assumes the kid is theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, track meet this weekend, and I have no idea how it's going to go.  I'm very inconsistent, and I'm having mental problems jumping.  The idea is that a long approach of about 8-10 steps optimizes height and is overall "better" than just standing right next to the bar and jumping, or starting really far away from the pit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm weird, though, of course.  Today the coach put the bar directly from 5' to 5'6", because he didn't want me jumping too much.  Yeah, so 6 inches looks like a huge difference at that height, and of course I couldn't make 5'6" without working my way up to it.  So, we put the bar down to 5'4", so I would make it, and I still didn't make it.  Then, I decided for the heck of it to just do a little 5-step approach, just eyeball where I should start and try hopping over the bar.  Oh yeah, I definitely cleared the bar by alot.  I must be a nightmare to coach.  I can jump awesomely high, but I can't think about jumping when I'm busy working on taking alot of steps to get to the bar.  Oh well.  If I start doing horribly on Saturday, I can always just take a few steps and throw myself over the bar.  That seems to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113323250022460521?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113323250022460521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113323250022460521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113323250022460521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113323250022460521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/manly-me.html' title='Manly Me'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113315160721310318</id><published>2005-11-27T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:20:07.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniff, sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've tried everything.  If anyone knows how to fix the sudden crappiness of the formatting, please let me know.  The quiz results are just too wide, it seems, but I don't know how to change them, and I can't figure out how to widen my blog, either, because currently my posts are taking up a small part of the actual screen.  Andrew's blog is wider, so the quizzes fit, but I don't know if that's just the difference between the two templates we have, or something I can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113315160721310318?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113315160721310318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113315160721310318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113315160721310318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113315160721310318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/sniff-sniff.html' title='Sniff, sniff'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113315108506642757</id><published>2005-11-27T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:11:25.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Andrew provided links....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your World View&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly broadminded romantic and reasonably content. &lt;br /&gt;You value kindness and try to live by your ideals. &lt;br /&gt;You have strong need for security, which may be either emotional or material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You respect truth and are flexible. &lt;br /&gt;You like people, and they can readily make friends with you. &lt;br /&gt;You are not very adventurous, but this does not bother you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatisyourworldviewquiz/"&gt;What Is Your World View?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1106435747images.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/b&gt;. Your alter ego is Peter Pan. You are a child at heart. Anything you believe is possible, and you never want to grow up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='88' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;88%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='69' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Beast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='69' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ariel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Goofy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Donald Duck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cinderella&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Snow White&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cruella De Ville&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='6' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;6%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3049'&gt;Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1106407848Hermione.bmp'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/b&gt;. You're one intelligent witch, but you have a hard time believing it and require constant reassurance.  You are a very supportive friend who would do anything and everything to help her friends out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ginny Weasley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Severus Snape&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lord Voldemort&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='65' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Remus Lupin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=2338'&gt;Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1114324280girl8.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Nerdy Girl&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nerdy Girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Athletic Tomboy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Popular Bitch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hippy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Preppy Girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Goth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='13' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;13%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Loser&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='13' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113307072889068453</id><published>2005-11-27T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:52:08.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And no one told me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just found out that the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cross country team got third in state&lt;/span&gt;, so congratulations to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113307072889068453?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113307072889068453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113307072889068453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113307072889068453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113307072889068453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-no-one-told-me.html' title='And no one told me..'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113294864792307631</id><published>2005-11-25T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:57:27.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off your ath, let's do some math.</title><content type='html'>*singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085312/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dewey Finn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: Math is a wonderful thing. Math is a really cool thing. So get off your ath, let's do some math. Math, math, math, math, math. Three minus four is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1388927/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Summer Hathaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: Negative one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085312/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dewey Finn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: That's right. And six times a billion is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1440141/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: Six billion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085312/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dewey Finn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: Nailed it. And fifty-four is forty-five more than what is the answer, Marta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1440135/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: Nine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085312/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dewey Finn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: No, it's eight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1440135/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: ...No, it's nine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085312/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dewey Finn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: ...Yes, I was testing you... it's nine. And that's a magic number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113294864792307631?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113294864792307631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113294864792307631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113294864792307631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113294864792307631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/get-off-your-ath-lets-do-some-math.html' title='Get off your ath, let&apos;s do some math.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113294711713953542</id><published>2005-11-25T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:31:57.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Nothing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, here I am, sitting in my great Uncle Pat's living room, and there's a wireless signal coming from somewhere, so I am on the internet. Quite nice, if not a bit weird. Anyway, we had a pretty good Thanksgiving, lots of food, lots of little kids running around crying. Way better than sitting in a dorm alone, anyway. I just got back from *gasp* shopping, the day after Thanksgiving. It wasn't that bad, actually. Not that much different from Frisco on a normal weekend. That's probably because we're in a little New England beach town, not in the only place where there's a mall for the neighboring small Texas towns. Did anyone know that today was International Buy Nothing Day? I find it quite amusing that what is supposed by many to be the busiest shopping day of the year is also a holiday in which people are not supposed to do any shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited, because now that Thanksgiving has passed, I can listen to all the Christmas music that I saved on my laptop without feeling like a weirdo. Heck yes, Muppet Christmas and Canadian Brass Christmas, not to mention the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Yes, Brian, I "stole" alot of your music right before I left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did anyone else see that the Cadets were in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade?  I did.  They were good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Has anyone seen the movie The Witches of Eastwick?  I'm going to have to see it sometime.  Apparently it was filmed here.  It's so pretty.  Alot of the houses are the classic New England beach houses, painted pretty colors, with balconies everywhere so they can just sit and stare at the water whenever they want.  And there are alot of really tall trees.  I haven't taken pictures, though, because I thought it would seem kind of stupid.  I mean, it's just a town.  It's not a tourist attraction or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113294711713953542?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113294711713953542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113294711713953542' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113294711713953542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113294711713953542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/buy-nothing-day.html' title='Buy Nothing Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113271839613059595</id><published>2005-11-22T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:59:56.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet Is My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why did I never realize how wonderful the internet was until now?  Maybe because we had the slowest internet connexion ever at my house.  So slow that it deserves the Olde English spelling of "connexion".  I'm sure I've seen it spelled that way in a Jane Austen book or something.  Anyway, Harvard played BU in hockey tonight, and I wanted to go, but I couldn't find anyone to go with me, because they all had papers to write or were packing.  So, I was sad until I realized that the game was going to be broadcast over the internet!  So, in the comfort of my own chair, I watched the game from my room.  We tied.  2-2.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The next internet awesomeness was realized just a few minutes ago, when I went to The Edge's website, and found that you can listen to the station live over the internet.  I didn't even need to worry about finding a new station to listen to up here- I can just listen to the Dallas stations on my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thus, I have concluded that the internet is awesome, and I don't know what I'm going to do over the summer when I return home to the slowness that is our internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113271839613059595?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113271839613059595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113271839613059595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113271839613059595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113271839613059595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/internet-is-my-friend.html' title='The Internet Is My Friend'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113254889777705205</id><published>2005-11-20T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:54:57.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pockets Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/swiffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/200/swiffer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yay, my suitemates and I have a common room now, and on Saturday we carried a futon down the street and hauled it up the stairs of Clav. It was awesome. I also have Christmas lights in my room, so I am happy. I would be more happy if I were coming home for Thanksgiving, but Christmas is not that far away, and at least I'll be with family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I bought these &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;citrus scented&lt;/span&gt; swiffer wipes, because they were cheaper than the regular type per wipe. And, they smell bad and give me a headache. Poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113254889777705205?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113254889777705205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113254889777705205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113254889777705205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113254889777705205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-pockets-hurt.html' title='My Pockets Hurt'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113236836831030989</id><published>2005-11-18T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:46:08.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, after wandering around the internet for a while, I found out about some movies that will be coming out.  For those who have read The DaVinci Code, I looked at the people that they have cast, and I think everyone is perfect, except for Tom Hanks who I'm not sure about.  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt; will be coming out in 2007, but I might be one of the only ones really really excited about that now.  Toy Story 3 is coming out in 2008, along with a Simpson's movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, these movies are supposed to come out in 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Little Mermaid III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cinderella III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aristocats II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(someone needs to tell Disney to stop making sequels)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Butterfly Effect 2 (can they do that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BRIAN!!!! They are making &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fraggle Rock: The Movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  It's coming out in 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Harrison Ford will be starring in Indiana Jones 4.  Apparently he can never be too old for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Land of the Lost (remember the family living with dinosaurs?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Lovely Bones!!!  Hooray!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;National Treasure 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shrek 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And, right after X3 comes out, Hugh Jackman is going to star in a movie called Wolverine.  Redundant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113236836831030989?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113236836831030989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113236836831030989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113236836831030989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113236836831030989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/boredness.html' title='Boredness'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113236452938750908</id><published>2005-11-18T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:42:09.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well-mannered frivolity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, GOF was freaking awesome, even though the amount of book they were trying to movie-ize forced them to move through everthing very quickly.  Many very funny parts, and it did alot better job explaining important things than the third one did.  I won't say much more, though, because I know alot of people haven't seen it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I might just go see it again tonight or tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought the preview for Happy Feet was very funny, if anyone else saw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113236452938750908?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113236452938750908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113236452938750908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113236452938750908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113236452938750908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-mannered-frivolity.html' title='Well-mannered frivolity'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113226864022238916</id><published>2005-11-17T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T18:05:30.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman 45?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I discovered today that I have gained 12 lbs. since I got here. If I continue to gain weight at this rate until I leave in May, which I don't think can happen, I will have gained 45 lbs. Nice. I think it's because I don't really ever have to run when I work out. I just lift weights, do abs, throw med balls, run very little, or high jump. Maybe I should *gasp* request more running. Seriously, I'm used to running a hell of a lot in workout. Like 5 300s as fast as you can go, not 7 100s at stride pace like we do here. And, I'm used to not having much time to eat lunch, which isn't the case here. Anyway, I'm sure that was very interesting for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, so in six hours I will be sitting in a movie theater watching the previews before GOBLET OF FIRE! That's an hour before all you people in Texas get to watch it. Naner-naner. Until then I have to do math homework and find something to do for dinner, because all my roommates have already eaten and I don't feel like going to Annenberg by myself for dinner. Lunch I can handle alone most of the time because everyone is just ducking in between classes, but dinner is more social. Unless you're alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113226864022238916?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113226864022238916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113226864022238916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113226864022238916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113226864022238916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/freshman-45.html' title='Freshman 45?!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113194168830444230</id><published>2005-11-13T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:14:48.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bloody Hell!", it's almost 11-18-05!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/HP4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/HP4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oooooh, I bought my ticket for the midnight showing today- I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Should be wicked good fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed the lovely three day weekend, and spent a good part of it catching up on sleep.  Less than 3 weeks until my first track meet!  More excitement!  Yeah, not much to post about, really.  I finally have AIM, and I figure I don't have too many stalkers, so here's my screenname:  beckyc024  (that's a zero, not an 'oh'.)  Anyway, congratulations again to the band, and congratulations to the football team for kicking butt in the first playoff game.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113194168830444230?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113194168830444230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113194168830444230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113194168830444230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113194168830444230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/bloody-hell-its-almost-11-18-05.html' title='&quot;Bloody Hell!&quot;, it&apos;s almost 11-18-05!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113176759836204802</id><published>2005-11-11T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:53:18.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Pops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/Pops.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/Pops.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; So, the Pops Orchestra concert was tonight, and it was AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was Pops Hunts for Treasure, and there was a skit going on throughout the show, with pirates singing and everything in between pieces.  And half the music was written specifically for the concert, by members of the orchestra, and they were all awesome.  The assistant conductor is a senior this year, and the stuff he wrote was incredible, with words written for the pirates to sing with the orchestra.  There was a projection screen behind the orchestra, and for the last piece the assistant conductor had written a score for the silent film Peter Pan, and they played the film on the screen while the orchestra played.  After intermission, some of the members from THUD (The Harvard Undergraduate Drummers, how funny) came and did a little pirate skit thing and played on overturned buckets.  They didn't play anything from Hook, in fact they didn't play anything by John Williams.  But, they played Pirates of the Caribbean, and it was much better than the marching show version.  I was especially excited when I saw this on the program:  "Disney Theme:  Best four measures of music Ben Green has ever orchestrated".  Yeah, the senior, Ben Green, had arranged those four measures of wonderfulness that procede every good Disney movie, and the orchestra played that right after intermission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grand total of three horns that they had were awesomely loud, and the violin players looked like they were having convulsions the entire time.  Seriously, I thought clarinet players looked funny when they swam while they played, because they flap their elbows around, but the violinists were like throwing their heads around and I was waiting for one of them to lose their balance and fall out of their chair.  None of them did, but it was still entertaining for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to talk to a track person that I found out is in the orchestra, and see if doing both is really hard, because I really want to be in the Pops next year.  It would be so much more fun than the flute ensemble.  I just need to figure out how many flute players I need to poison so I can get a chair!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just kidding, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113176759836204802?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113176759836204802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113176759836204802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113176759836204802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113176759836204802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/yay-pops.html' title='Yay Pops!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113151568808654599</id><published>2005-11-09T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:54:48.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, and he charges you for it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was reading some articles for the next discussion in my seminar "The Hidden Universe:  Dark Matter, Dark Energy, and Hidden Dimensions", and I realized how appropriate it was that I was listening to Holst's Jupiter while reading.  I was just letting my laptop play through all my music.  The next song to play was "A Whole New World".  How funny.  I did not even plan this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The person currently in charge of the flute ensemble asked me during dinner tonight if I was interested in being an officer next year, because she's graduating.  Funny how some things just don't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyone guess the movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113151568808654599?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113151568808654599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113151568808654599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113151568808654599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113151568808654599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/yeah-and-he-charges-you-for-it.html' title='Yeah, and he charges you for it'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113142625472188288</id><published>2005-11-07T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:04:14.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone might think you're..... up to something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, so again the Celina High School Band was judged by people who think size matters, that's what I heard.  I'll let the people who were there post on that, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Weird things that I miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Good tasting 2% milk.  I don't know what it is, but it isn't good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carpet.  Tile floors suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Riding in cars/driving cars.  I'd love to just sit in a car right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The b-natural bell.  I keep waiting for it to ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hearing people with Texas accents.  I've only heard one guy here with a slight accent, and he's in my Spanish class.  It's only noticeable when he says something like "como" or "tomo", though.  (Comer pizza!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Coach Armstrong making fun of people in athletics.  Always joking, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mrs. Reed saying "Good afternoon, ladies."  HAHA!  Yeah, right.  Just kidding, Brittany!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10 pts. to who, other than Brian, can guess the movie quoted in the title.  If no one gets it, Brian can guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113142625472188288?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113142625472188288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113142625472188288' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113142625472188288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113142625472188288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/someone-might-think-youre-up-to.html' title='Someone might think you&apos;re..... up to something'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113125069307768444</id><published>2005-11-05T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:18:13.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we even HAVE that lever!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/100_0217a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/100_0217a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, along with three other members of the flute ensemble, I went on a tour of Symphony Hall and wandered around Boston today.  Symphony Hall is one of the brightest performance halls I've ever been in.  Typically, they're all dark wood, and red and gold.  This was very white and tan colored.  It's completely different from the Meyerson, Scottish Rite, and the Majestic.  The hall is a rectangle, and the rows are pretty much flat on the ground level- they don't slope up very much as you get away from the stage.  This is supposedly the best way to have things aranged to get the absolute best sound.  Nothing of the structure of the hall was done just to make it pretty- it was all done to accomodate the best sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went bowling last night with some track people.  Has anyone ever heard of 'candlepin' or 'candlestick' bowling?  The wait was too long for regular bowling, so we did this other kind instead.  The pins are really slim, and they don't get bigger at the bottom like a normal pin.  The balls are like the size of a shot put, but alot lighter, and almost impossible to control on the first like 10 tries.  I did so horrible on the first frame, and I'm not a bad bowler.  I just could not for the life of me get the ball to stay out of the gutter!  I think I bowled like 40 something the first game.  The second game was like 70 something, but yeah, it is &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113125069307768444?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113125069307768444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113125069307768444' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113125069307768444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113125069307768444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-do-we-even-have-that-lever.html' title='Why do we even HAVE that lever!?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113116886847967973</id><published>2005-11-05T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:35:39.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then I'll put that flea in a box....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yay for high jumping! I did okay today, making like 8 reasonable attempts at 5'7". I kept knocking the bar off with my butt, though. Everyone who saw me jump was like "Oh my gosh, you're so far over it, and then you just kick your legs over or something and your butt shoots down and hits the bar". This has happened before, and I fixed it, so it will be fine. At the end of practice, I three-stepped 5'0" like twenty times, which was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I get to take a classical musician's tour of Boston tomorrow with the flute ensemble, so that should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope the Bobcats go out (or went out, more likely) and win (won) tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113116886847967973?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113116886847967973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113116886847967973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113116886847967973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113116886847967973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-then-ill-put-that-flea-in-box.html' title='And then I&apos;ll put that flea in a box....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113108237131138226</id><published>2005-11-04T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:32:51.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the pretty "foilage"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/100_0206.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/100_0206.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Indeed, this is the Yard.  Pretty trees.  So, yay for me and my monstrous strength, I squatted 95 lbs 40 times yesterday.  Ouch indeed.  Much trouble walking today.  Mostly because after that first 40 I had to do 40 each of two other types of squats.  My legs are going to end up jacked, though, so I'll deal with it:)  Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, on the news here tonight I heard about the Royse City football bus tipping over on the way to a game!  That's so horrible, but thank goodness they said that everyone was able to walk off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113108237131138226?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113108237131138226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113108237131138226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113108237131138226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113108237131138226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/look-at-pretty-foilage.html' title='Look at the pretty &quot;foilage&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113090033166690230</id><published>2005-11-01T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:58:51.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't the Clav guys play IMs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/100_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/100_0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; So, this is the snow that we had on Saturday.  It actually stuck on the grass and trees and rooftops, but you can't tell in this picture.  Weird, snowing before Halloween, though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I got to high jump yesterday, and I got 5'4", which is pretty okay.  We didn't put the bar any higher, so I don't know what I would have gotten, but the coach said it looked like I probably could've cleared 5'7" with some of the jumps.  We have our first meet in a month now, on December 3!  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, my dorm made it into the playoffs in the freshman intermurals for dodgeball.  Indeed, this is wonderful.  We're so small that we have to try to make everyone show up in order to not forfeit.  Now, in most dorms, all the guys want to play IMs, because they know they are basically better than the girls, and they actually want to win.  Not in my dorm.  Each dodgeball team has 6 people, and you can switch those people after every game.  We had like 7 girls and 3 guys show up to play dodgeball.  The dorm we played, and every other dorm there to play a game, had like 15 guys, and no girls.  Really sad, actually, but we got points for losing instead of forfeiting, so that was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hope everyone had a good Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113090033166690230?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113090033166690230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113090033166690230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113090033166690230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113090033166690230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-dont-clav-guys-play-ims.html' title='Why don&apos;t the Clav guys play IMs?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113064183818863763</id><published>2005-10-29T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:10:38.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride, Trust, Respect, No Sex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hooray Band!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They don't need to kill Phil Anthony this time, because the band's going to STATE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's right, Area marching was today, and they got 3rd.  Heck yes, good job kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, I also heard that they actually had a cheering section of high school students who weren't in band.  *Gasp!*  *Heart attack!*  I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pretty cool, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113064183818863763?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113064183818863763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113064183818863763' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113064183818863763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113064183818863763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/pride-trust-respect-no-sex.html' title='Pride, Trust, Respect, No Sex!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113061079831306928</id><published>2005-10-29T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T13:34:04.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In October?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's snowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113061079831306928?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113061079831306928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113061079831306928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113061079831306928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113061079831306928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-october.html' title='In October?!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113047395850219104</id><published>2005-10-27T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:32:38.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackhammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/100_0186.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/100_0186.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, this was taken this morning from my roommate's window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How did that hole get there, you might ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why, they started small, using a jackhammer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh, that's nice, you might say.  When did this happen, you might ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At &lt;strong&gt;7:20 yesterday morning&lt;/strong&gt;, when else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah.  Of course it makes sense to start construction that early in the morning no more than 20 feet from the people sleeping on the first floor.  I'm on the second floor, so it was a little better, but still!  Gotta love Clav.  Who needs to be in the Yard?  I love living on Mt. Auburn street.  Growl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7:20 might not seem early to those of you who have to be at band each morning, but once you leave high school, college classes that start at 9 am seem too early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today was better.  They actually started 20 minutes later this morning, so it was exactly 1 minute before my alarm went off.  I still felt cheated out of some sleep, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113047395850219104?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113047395850219104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113047395850219104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113047395850219104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113047395850219104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/jackhammer.html' title='Jackhammer'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113038132986171237</id><published>2005-10-26T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:48:49.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like an umbrella?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I really need to read  a whole bunch of stuff for psych class, but I have to post about yesterday because it was so funny.  It was hilariously horrible, actually.  You know, when things are just so wrong that the only thing you can do is laugh hysterically?  That was yesterday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Walking to lunch yesterday &lt;strong&gt;with my umbrella&lt;/strong&gt;, my pants got completely soaked.  Like, sticking to me, making my legs burn because not only were they wet but they were really cold.  The rest of me wasn't dry either.  Except for the top of my head.  It was so nasty yesterday.  It was so windy that I almost felt like chucking my umbrella and running to where I needed to go, because really it was doing me no good.  Half the people I saw yesterday were holding broken umbrellas, and after a while, walking in the rain, clutching my umbrella even though it was only keeping the top of my head dry, everything got really funny.  When I got to psych class and sat down next to my roommate, she said that when she was walking through the Yard, she saw a woman that had fallen down in a puddle, and all these people were trying to help her get up.  Good thing class hadn't started yet, because I laughed so hard I started crying.  Later that night when I was trying to tell my other roommate the story, I started crying again, because it was just one of those days where &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; is funny.  While sitting at lunch I heard someone next to me telling one of her friends that when she was walking through the Yard, the top half of her umbrella blew away.  Lovely weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was sunny today, though.  Cold, but sunny, and no rain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I took my first midterm today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was only slightly easier than the Calculus AP test.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Slightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113038132986171237?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113038132986171237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113038132986171237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113038132986171237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113038132986171237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/would-you-like-umbrella.html' title='Would you like an umbrella?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113020762461762920</id><published>2005-10-24T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:35:19.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sneaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sneaky me, I figured out how to change how my comments come up all by myself. I think they act like Brian's do now. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;defenestration (n)- An act of throwing someone or something out of a window&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113020762461762920?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113020762461762920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113020762461762920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113020762461762920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113020762461762920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-sneaky.html' title='I feel sneaky'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113020549688674740</id><published>2005-10-24T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:58:16.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Near-Death Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/Harvardstadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/Harvardstadium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, here it is: My workout today for track was stadiums, 10 x run to the top. As you can see, that's a pretty nice run up to the top. Anyway, about halfway through my ten, I've gotten up to the top, and am walking along the top seat to get to the stairs. You run up the steps, but you jog down the stairs, because it's pretty steep and going down the seats would be ridiculous. Anyway, I get to the stairs, and I'm about to start going down, when all of a sudden this bird I hadn't noticed right by me takes off and scares the crap out of me, and I almost start to fall down the stairs. I caught myself, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else interesting happened today. Wait- correction: Nothing else interesting happened today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113020549688674740?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113020549688674740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113020549688674740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113020549688674740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113020549688674740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/near-death-experience.html' title='Near-Death Experience'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-113004019924352162</id><published>2005-10-22T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:03:19.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And are you gonna keep it strong....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/100_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/400/100_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Yay!  I went to see the All-American Rejects today, and I love them.  They're not one of those bands that are great on the radio and then horrible live (like Weezer, or Evanescence).  The lead singer is actually capable of singing outside of a studio.  The weather was not quite as nice as the music, but the rain held off until they were done, which was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I got a winter coat today, yay, so now I don't have to freeze to death all the time.  We took the T (subway),  and on the way back I had the opportunity to ride what I think is the biggest escalator in the world.  It's actually quite scary to go down, because you think you're going to fall down.  On the way there, though, one of my roommates and I decided to climb the stairs instead of take the elevator.  Definitely made up for the lack of track workout today.  I am definitely bringing my camera and taking a picture next time I'm there.  You'd think that the train had gone down to the center of the earth with all the stairs you have to climb once you get off to get back out to the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-113004019924352162?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113004019924352162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=113004019924352162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113004019924352162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/113004019924352162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-are-you-gonna-keep-it-strong.html' title='And are you gonna keep it strong....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112995473286722059</id><published>2005-10-21T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:18:52.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Head of the Charles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/charles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/charles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, "The Head of the Charles" = huge rowing competition held on the Charles River, which is like a five minute walk from my dorm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I was crossing the river today to go to track practice, the sides of the bridge were lined with people who were watching the massive amount of people practicing rowing in the river. So pretty, but of course I didn't have my camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Row-A-Palooza" = big free concert held at this rowing competition like five minutes from my dorm, and The All-American Rejects are playing tomorrow at 3:30. I am definitely going to take advantage of this. I am so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot! Leaving my math class either this morning or Wednesday morning (yeah, I know, pathetic, I don't even know what happened this morning) I walked past this guy who had a mullet, and the back of it was longer than my hair! Priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes, the picture is actually of the Charles River, and the bridge in the background is the one that I was walking on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112995473286722059?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112995473286722059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112995473286722059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112995473286722059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112995473286722059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/head-of-charles.html' title='The Head of the Charles'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112978587416336157</id><published>2005-10-20T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:24:34.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Has anyone else noticed the frequency of "worst [insert type of disaster here] on record" natural disasters in the world recently?  Tsunami, hurricane, earthquake......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112978587416336157?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112978587416336157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112978587416336157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112978587416336157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112978587416336157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/has-anyone-else-noticed-frequency-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112977025821970187</id><published>2005-10-19T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:04:18.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/100_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/100_0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Yay for the pretty high jump shoes that I just got today, along with the athletics sweats that I'll definitely be wearing now.  They give you so much free stuff here, it's insane.  Everything you need to participate in your sport, they give to you.  No more buying shoes for Becky, uh huh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We got our sweats today, too, but my CHS athletics sweatshirt is still the warmest one I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not much else interesting happened today.  I actually got hot enough walking to the athletic center across the river to get my shoes that I had to take off my sweatshirt, so that was exciting in an 'I haven't experienced warmth -not induced by working out- in a long time' way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112977025821970187?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112977025821970187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112977025821970187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112977025821970187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112977025821970187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay-shoes.html' title='Yay shoes!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112968110896080659</id><published>2005-10-18T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:18:53.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat or sharp M3?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, today a guy walked into my psych class carrying a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles backpack. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you band kids, help me out here, because I don't think I'm going insane, but I might be. I was at the flute ensemble practice today, and the leader person said something that I think is wrong. She told all of us that when we're playing a chord, the people that are playing the third of the chord need to lift the note up, because it has a tendency to be flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that backwards? Didn't Mr. R. always tell us to bring the third down, or have I been out of band for so long that I'm forgetting things? I told the leader person afterwards that I thought she might have it backwards, so she might check on that before the next rehearsal, but I was just wondering if I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112968110896080659?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112968110896080659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112968110896080659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112968110896080659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112968110896080659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/flat-or-sharp-m3.html' title='Flat or sharp M3?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112959661676217239</id><published>2005-10-17T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:50:16.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't escape the ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought I could escape the ice.  I was wrong.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For the past month, I've been practically the only person from my track group of high jumpers, throwers, and heptathletes who doesn't go to the training room after every practice to get ice for her injured self.  I was so happy.  I had to get ice for my knee today, though.  Not to worry, it's not the important knee, but it still kinda stinks, because icing for me always meant that track season was coming to an end, along with my legs and their ability to function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My legs aren't dying yet, and hopefully that won't happen for like eight more months, but when I was lifting today my left knee started painfully twinge-ing when I used it a certain way.  Like, you're doing an exercise and then all of a sudden no amount of self control can keep you from taking a sharp breath, making a face, and stopping whatever you were doing.  It'll be fine, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes, I managed to get my math homework done, and I made it through the whole day without taking a nap, or wanting to.  I definitely stockpiled some serious sleep on Friday and Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And now, for your amusement, here's something my dad sent me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing of one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are this year's (2005) winners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;3. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.&lt;br /&gt;4. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people, that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;6. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;7. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.&lt;br /&gt;11. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)&lt;br /&gt;12. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.&lt;br /&gt;13. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14. Glibido: All talk and no action.&lt;br /&gt;15 Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;16. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.&lt;br /&gt;17. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.&lt;br /&gt;18. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112959661676217239?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112959661676217239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112959661676217239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112959661676217239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112959661676217239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/cant-escape-ice.html' title='Can&apos;t escape the ice'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112952916855900500</id><published>2005-10-17T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T01:06:08.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd my weekend go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On Friday night, the music in the weight room was very interesting.  Very uncharacteristic of a weight room, but characteristic of me.  So, there's the typical workout music on for like an hour, and then the next song comes on.  It's quite different.  What is it?  It's a song from the LOTR soundtrack.  Next song?  From Gladiator (and, I discovered, Klaus Badelt definitely did some stealing from Gladiator when he made the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack, because they are really almost exactly the same).  Next?  The Superman theme.  Then a song from The Last of the Mohicans.  Very funny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not funny was having to wake up on Saturday morning to lift weights again.  I was confused when I found that the weight room scale told me I weighed 4 lbs. more than I weighed the last time I randomly stepped on, which was probably not more than a week ago.  Eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It actually wasn't raining this morning when I woke up.  It wasn't even cloudy!!  I thought the sun had forgotten about us!  I spent the whole day working on my psych paper, though.  It is now done.  My math homework is.... not done.  Meh.  It seemed like high school math homework had more of a point than this homework.  I should get working on that, though.  I don't have to worry that much about how much sleep I get, though, because I think I definitely went to bed at 10 pm on friday and got up at 8 am, and then got another 10 hours last night, so I think I'm good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112952916855900500?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112952916855900500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112952916855900500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112952916855900500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112952916855900500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/whered-my-weekend-go.html' title='Where&apos;d my weekend go?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112926956716344373</id><published>2005-10-14T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:00:31.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I saw this on someone's facebook profile and decided that because I was lazy I would post it instead of actually writing something about my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 TRUTHS BLACK AND HISPANIC PEOPLE KNOW, BUT WHITE PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:&lt;br /&gt;1. Elvis is dead.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesus was not White.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rap music is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;4. Kissing your pet is not cute or clean.&lt;br /&gt;5. Skinny does not equal sexy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Thomas Jefferson had black children.&lt;br /&gt;7. A 5 year old child is too big for a stroller.&lt;br /&gt;8. N' SYNC will never hold a candle to the Jackson 5&lt;br /&gt;9. An occasional BUTT whooping helps a child stay in line.&lt;br /&gt;10. Having your children curse you out in public is not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 TRUTHS WHITE AND BLACK PEOPLE KNOW, BUT HISPANIC PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hickey&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s are not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicken is food, not a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesus is not a name for your son.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your country's flag is not a car decoration.&lt;br /&gt;5. Maria is a name but not for every other daughter.&lt;br /&gt;6. "Jump out and run" is not in any insurance policies.&lt;br /&gt;7. 10 people to a car is considered too many.&lt;br /&gt;8. Buttoning just the top button of your shirt is a bad fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;9. Mami and Papi can't possibly be the nickname of every person in your family&lt;br /&gt;10.Letting your children run wildly through the store is not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 TRUTHS WHITE AND HISPANIC PEOPLE KNOW, BUT BLACK PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:&lt;br /&gt;1. O. J. did it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tupac is dead.&lt;br /&gt;3. Teeth should not be decorated.&lt;br /&gt;4. Weddings should start on time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your pastor doesn't know everything.&lt;br /&gt;6. Jesse Jackson will never be President.&lt;br /&gt;7. RED is not a kool-aid flavor, it's a color.&lt;br /&gt;8. Church does not require expensive clothes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Crown Royal bags are meant to be thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;10.Your rims and sound system should not be worth more than your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes, I noticed and highlighted the misused apostrophe. Why didn't I just delete it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112926956716344373?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112926956716344373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112926956716344373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112926956716344373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112926956716344373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/stolen-stuff.html' title='Stolen stuff'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112917287041488968</id><published>2005-10-12T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:07:50.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Corredor Caliente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, so yesterday I ended up having to run those 300s in the pouring rain.  Most interesting.   I thought it was kind of funny, like a good opportunity to film a gatorade commercial or something, because you've got a whole college track team working out, running, running with weighted sleds tied to them, on a track in the pouring rain.  All we needed was to have some violently colored water coming off of us and we'd be all set.  My CHS athletics sweatshirt that I "lost" last year is still wet, more than 12 hours later.  The sweatpants that I bought here were dry this morning.  That sweatshirt definitely weighs alot when it's wet.  I don't know why I didn't just take it off when I was running- it was so heavy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They turned the heat on!  But, the radiator in the hallway right outside our room was set on like the highest setting, so when I came back I thought there was a fire or something, because it was so hot in the hall.  We fixed it, though.  I've decided that the huge white walls in my room are too..... white.  I need to do something about that.  If I decided I wanted to waste exorbant amounts of time one day, I could make a collage, since I left all my beautiful collages on the walls in my real room.  Or, I could get a giant map of texas and put it on the wall.  Texas pride, right there, uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112917287041488968?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112917287041488968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112917287041488968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112917287041488968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112917287041488968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/el-corredor-caliente.html' title='El Corredor Caliente'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112904258005537416</id><published>2005-10-11T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:56:57.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think today is going to be a good day. I just got back from my Spanish class, which I really like now because it's alot of fun. Our teacher doesn't use English at all anymore, she just describes words in Spanish until we figure out what they mean, or she draws pictures on the chalkboard. She's actually really good at drawing, but sometimes the pictures get to be really funny looking. It's a pretty entertaining class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, everyone is going to think I'm insane, but I am incredibly looking forward to the track workout this afternoon, because I'm supposed to run 3 300s. I'm weird, but I love 300s, and this is the only time this year that I'm going to get to run them during workout. How do I know this? The high jump/throws coach gave each person a packet at the beginning of the year that listed every workout and what we're supposed to do at each workout. This way we know what we have to do and he doesn't have to keep track of it to tell everyone each day. So yeah, I wish I got to run them in better weather, but I'm definitely going to enjoy the few 300s that I get to run this year. After this it's like 150s, 100s, 50s, which I don't really like because I'm not much of a sprinter. It pains me, and I'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have flute ensemble practice today, which might turn this into a bad day, but if it does, I can prevent future bad days by quitting after practice tonight if I want to. Without feeling guilty. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112904258005537416?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112904258005537416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112904258005537416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112904258005537416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112904258005537416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112900461117288649</id><published>2005-10-10T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:24:11.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Hola!  Me llamo Rebeca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I just finished writing my Spanish "Charla". You know, at the beginning of every language class they teach you a bunch of words and then give you an assignment in which you have to describe yourself. I thought for a second about posting it, but then realized that it had massive amounts of personal information in it, like all my family members' names, where I live, my favorite foods..... not so good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered today that there is no sales tax on clothing in Massachusetts. No tax on "necessities". They'd probably think the madness of our tax-free weekend was pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112900461117288649?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112900461117288649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112900461117288649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112900461117288649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112900461117288649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/hola-me-llamo-rebeca.html' title='¡Hola!  Me llamo Rebeca...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112892166064368640</id><published>2005-10-10T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T00:21:49.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comin' outta my cage....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, last night on the way to CVS some random guy asked if I could share my umbrella with him, so I did. It wasn't some creepy old man, it was actually someone from Tulane who's going here because they kind of can't have classes at Tulane right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so amazingly it wasn't raining when I woke up this morning. That was good. I also found a long pair of jeans today and bought them on sale for $19.99, so that was also good. Not good is that I still don't have a winter jacket, so I'm going to try to remedy that tomorrow, since there's no class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is &lt;strong&gt;clean.&lt;/strong&gt; Indeed. Very clean. I went crazy tonight and cleaned everything- most of my clothes, my sheets, my blanket, my rug, my desk, my dresser, the floor. Hmmm... I don't even need a radio. I can hear Mr. Brightside coming from somewhere quite loud outside. When I open my window, I can understand every word. "...started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this....." Anyway, I think there's a dance or something across the street. I (and all but one of my suitemates) decided to stay in and work tonight instead. I feel so boring, but really, it would be different if I had really good friends here to go with. Yeah, I know, the only way to get friends is to actually go out and do stuff, I know. I go through phases, though, and right now I just want to sit around in my room, not go out. Next weekend will probably be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all who care, this past Friday was National Diversity Day and World Smile Day. Thursday was National Depression Screening Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112892166064368640?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112892166064368640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112892166064368640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112892166064368640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112892166064368640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/comin-outta-my-cage.html' title='Comin&apos; outta my cage....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112883201164686354</id><published>2005-10-08T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:28:55.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Galoshes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/galoshes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/200/galoshes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, if you want to read some funny, go here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.improbable.com/ig/ig-pastwinners.html#ig2005"&gt;http://www.improbable.com/ig/ig-pastwinners.html#ig2005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a list of the past winners of the Ig Nobel Prize, which is reminiscent of the Darwin Awards, but a little more serious. These people actually did scientific research about weird things, or just invented or did something scientifically weird. Like studying what exactly it is that makes the shower curtain billow into the tub while you're taking a shower, or whether humans can swim faster in water or syrup, or patenting the wheel, or the combover. Interesting, definitely. They were pretty funny to me late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of sleeping today after lifting weights in the morning. That's probably going to happen every Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Bobcats for creaming the other team yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since it's now midnight, and the CVS is open 24 hours, my roommate and I are going grocery shopping. We've realized that we never go during the day, but we're not sure why. I'll just say we want to make sure that the cashiers don't get bored working in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has now been raining for the past 26 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112883201164686354?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112883201164686354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112883201164686354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112883201164686354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112883201164686354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/got-galoshes.html' title='Got Galoshes?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112870611348250706</id><published>2005-10-07T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T12:30:31.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayedy?  Back'urd March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm already tired of having to walk all the way to and across the Yard to every meal, and I've only been here a month. Blach. I never know who to sit by, either. One day this week I actually ate my entire meal sitting next to three people I didn't know without ever exchanging words with any of them. They were pretty involved in their conversation when I randomly sat down, and it just kind of stayed that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever notice that I'm sunburned, but my face is gradually getting darker from afternoon track practices everyday. I don't think it's usually this warm in October here. It's definitely 80 degrees right now. We're under a flood watch, too, so I guess it's supposed to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the whole 'teaching a foreign language class completely in that language' thing is a good idea, because when I get out of Spanish class every morning it takes me awhile to get back in English mode. Like, if I saw someone I knew right after class I would probably start talking to them in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm in the right math class anymore. We spent way too much time today because people kept asking questions about limits. I thought this class was like a review of Calculus for people who had already taken it- shouldn't everyone already know what limits are? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One strange thing I've noticed here. People ask more stupid questions here than people asked in high school. I'm not even kidding. It seems like people will ask a question that they know there isn't really an answer to just because they want to feel like they're smarter by asking a question the professor can't answer. And, I really wonder if half these people even understand the questions they ask, because I sure as hell don't. Sometimes they use huge words for no reason at all, and it really gets annoying. In HS people asked questions when they didn't understand something, and that didn't bother me. These people ask questions that they really reasonably will never need to know the answer to, just so they seem to be participating in class. Eh. I'm going to go eat lunch now, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112870611348250706?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112870611348250706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112870611348250706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112870611348250706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112870611348250706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/rayedy-backurd-march.html' title='Rayedy?  Back&apos;urd March'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112857071252149034</id><published>2005-10-05T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:51:52.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, so today was pretty hectic, and right now I should be reading my psych book.  Reading it was pretty interesting at first, but now.......... blah.  I just read an entire chapter that seemed like it probably belonged in an anatomy book, seeing as how it explained how the eyes and ears work.  That's important and everything, but I guess the fact that I really don't find that interesting at all is a good indication that I shouldn't go into a medical or biological science field.  Yay- I can cross that off the list of all the possible majors here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, at 9 pm today, the weather in Boston was such:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Temperature- 65 degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Humidity- &lt;strong&gt;93%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, I know.  Why doesn't it just rain?!  It's so humid!  At the same time, Celina's humidity was like 50% again, and Houston's, where it is usually humid, was 59%.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seeing how humid it was made me feel better about the fact that after jogging/running to the track, which takes like 5 minutes, I was sweating profusely.  It was pretty yucky, but it makes sense with how humid it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112857071252149034?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112857071252149034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112857071252149034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112857071252149034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112857071252149034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/rain-is-in-air.html' title='Rain is in the air'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112847581677354168</id><published>2005-10-04T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:30:16.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry a big stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today, as I was walking back from lunch I actually saw a car parked with one of those big metal claw things on the back tire that they put on when you park illegally.  Yeah, you know "they".  It reminded me of the Simpsons episode where Homer decides to try to drive with the thing on anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went to the first (second actually, but first for me) practice of the Harvard University Flute Ensemble.  There is definitely at least one girl in there that does not know that the head joint can be adjusted on the body for the purpose of changing the pitch of notes, which should enable two flutes to sound like they are actually playing the same note.  The tuning was HORRIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm trying to decide whether or not I want to stay in.  I'm not sure how much I would even like playing with just flutes.  I always enjoyed hearing the other instruments, especially the... actually, I especially like to hear all of them, now that I think about it.  I might be better off just using that hour and a half a week to do homework, then actually practice over the summer so that I can make it into the Pops Orchestra.  Internal conflict.  We were randomly split into parts, and it sounded to me that the three of us that got put on third part were the only ones actually trying and succeeding to get in tune.  There were I think nine people there, and two were missing.  If what they do is divide into smaller ensembles, then that would be cool, but I just can't believe how horrible the tuning was.  It was honestly like fifth grade.  And I know it was one of these three people that were on one part during a song, because they tried playing by themselves and it was painful.  It was so hard to read the expressions on everyone else's faces, though.   I couldn't tell if they thought it sounded horrible but were being polite, or if they thought it was fine, too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Also, I was supposed to be the "new" person, I mean I got there late because of track, and almost everyone else had also been at last week's meeting.  So why then, when the conductor person asked if anyone knew where the climax of a certain phrase was and a long awkward silence followed, was it me that finally said "measure 14".  I'm supposed to be the new awkward person, not everyone else!  Weird.  I highly doubt that no one else knew where the climax was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I think that, aside from the obvious family and friends, one of the things I miss most is the weather.  When I walk outside in shoes instead of flipflops, I think longingly of 90 degree October days.  At 9:00 pm my time, the weather here was 62 degrees, with a humidity of 84%.  In Celina, it was 84 degrees, with a humidity of 46%.  Actually, it did get quite warm today.  I was definitely hot during track.  But it's so &lt;strong&gt;humid&lt;/strong&gt;, blah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, I have to go write a one page thing for Spanish, basically telling about myself like I've had to do in probably every Spanish class so far, then read alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I saw a guy in track today walking with a javelin, and I thought that it's a great shame if there isn't already a javelin/pole vault shirt that says "Speak softly and carry a big stick."  There could also be an alto or bass flute shirt like this.  Or they could change 'carry' to 'play'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112847581677354168?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112847581677354168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112847581677354168' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112847581677354168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112847581677354168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/carry-big-stick.html' title='Carry a big stick'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112839598124625055</id><published>2005-10-03T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:20:43.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer illing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yay. I think I managed to not get sick. You know how you feel right after you've been sick, but you're starting to get better? That's how I feel. The weather is good here, though. It was like 70 degrees today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that my hair isn't getting better, though. I'm not very happy with it right now. I might just wear it in a ponytail all the time for a while. It's pretty funky. I don't think that letting it grow is helping it any. Poo on Shirley's Hair Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a PreCal test at 8:30 tonight. Late, right? They make everyone take it sometime, to see if they have to reteach us stuff, and it ends up being 5% of your grade. Bad news, you couldn't use a calculater, even on the tangent/sine and ln stuff. Good news, though, I got 18 out of 21, so hooray for Mrs. Carey and her wonderful PreCal teaching. I don't think I will ever stop singing the praises of Mrs. Carey. The more math classes and tests I take, the more this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like all the weight lifting we do now. I'm motivated, yeah. I actually wish we *GASP* did more running! I've only run 4 400s since I got here! All the rest is jumping up and down stadiums and throwing medicine balls around. Eh, I'm just a high jumper now, though, so I don't really run, do I? We start running later, though, so I can look forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112839598124625055?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112839598124625055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112839598124625055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112839598124625055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112839598124625055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-longer-illing.html' title='No longer illing'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112828436110355222</id><published>2005-10-02T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:19:21.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No to the Sickness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My throat hurts, but that better not mean that I'm getting sick.  That would not be fun.  Hopefully it's just a one day thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, it's actually warm today, 70 degrees almost.  We lost the football game yesterday, but I didn't go because I was sleeping.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been doing my math homework for a while now, and it's so weird that they assigned us only one even problem, and the rest odds.  They must realize that the odds are in the back of the book, I mean, come on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This was our first week of lifting, but I'm not sore.  I guess that's because we lifted every other day, and slowly got the soreness out by the end of the week.  Works for me.  I'm glad I can walk properly again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not much else going on.  All my roommates are doing homework today, so it's all quiet, except for the noise from outside.  I should probably go and get my math homework done before I leave for church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112828436110355222?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112828436110355222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112828436110355222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112828436110355222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112828436110355222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-to-sickness.html' title='No to the Sickness!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112814381839769427</id><published>2005-09-30T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:16:58.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/Annenberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/Annenberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Yeah, it was definitely 40 degrees this morning. I have already whipped out the second blanket. What the hell am I going to do when it's actually winter??? Well, I guess it will be different when the heat is on and one of my roommates (technically we're suitemates, because we're not actually in the same room) doesn't have her window open. Yeah, she's from Chicago, so I guess she's used to sleeping in a freezing cold room? I think last night she meant to close her window but fell asleep before she remembered to, but yeah, it was mighty cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there was definitely a LOT of wind. Half of this tree outside the place where we eat broke off. The entire yard was covered in branches from trees. I mean, this would have been considered a really windy day in Texas, even. I spent most of yesterday with Lady Bonita stuck in my head, and the rest of the day with "The Sound of Music" from The Sound of Music in my head, you know, "my heart wants to..... through the trees, through the trees"- I don't really know the words, I just make them up in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to being able to sleep in on Saturday morning. Then I remembered that my track group (the throwers, heptathletes, and high jumpers) are lifting weights tomorrow morning. My roommate (the one who leaves the window open) and I were going to go see a movie, the one with Viggo Mortenson, that has "violence" in the title, but I got to the movie theater and saw that tickets were $9.25, so we turned around, went into CVS, bought some ice cream, and watched a movie in our room. Indeed. I really wish it were warm here. I kind of need to get a jacket, don't I. At least I need to get some long sleeve shirts to wear under these sweatshirts- tee shirts just don't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- I have decided that the most awesome thing in the world would be if somehow Harvard managed to plan an advanced showing, or even a midnight showing on the night it comes out, of HP4, in the freshman dining hall, Annenberg, otherwise known as Harry Potter's Great Hall.  Yeah, the picture at the top of the post is Annenberg.  Someone at lunch today told me that they used to take final exams in there, that all the big tables would be moved out, and a whole bunch of individual desks would be in there.  Now, that reminds me of something.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, I need to go to bed, so I can wake up, and Celina better have won the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112814381839769427?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112814381839769427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112814381839769427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112814381839769427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112814381839769427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/10/brrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrr'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112797131341040889</id><published>2005-09-29T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:23:23.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Admissions Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;People here talk about the admissions mistake. I must be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I walked into my math class this morning, all my classmates were turning in something that looked suspiciously like homework. Funny, because I definitely didn't remember anyone saying we had homework the last time we had class. I asked the guy next to me "What did you turn in?" He said "The homework." I said, "Oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, so Monday, the last time we had class, I am quite sure that the instructor said something like "When you have homework, it will be on the website." Okay, I understand. When you tell us that we have homework, we go home, go to the website, and check what the homework is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They don't say "You have homework." They say "Okay, I'll see you guys on Wednesday.", which actually means, you have homework on the website that you need to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We get to drop two of our lowest grades, so I already know what one of them is. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was sitting at lunch today across from someone who actually said, I quote "I should start a campaign against college athletics. People are supposed to come here because they are smart..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: the next paragraph is going to sound very cocky, but I was aggravated, and when you vent you're allowed to sound arrogant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I almost said something. I should have. It probably would have been something along the lines of "Oh, well I was recruited here for track. Sure, I might not be as smart as you, but I'm more 'well-rounded', I bet. While you were spending your free time doing equations and practice SAT tests like a little nerd, I was doing all my homework in my AP classes (like you), being the band president, winning state in the high jump, and playing in the all state band. But I don't belong here, do I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess that person doesn't know that Harvard has the biggest college athletics program in the nation (41 sports). It's because the people that usually go here were very involved in high school, and it would be stupid to not allow them to continue to be involved in all those obscure sports, like alpine skiing and lacrosse, here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sorry about that up there. I should just go to bed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112797131341040889?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112797131341040889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112797131341040889' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112797131341040889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112797131341040889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/admissions-mistake.html' title='The Admissions Mistake'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112788240962708564</id><published>2005-09-27T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:40:09.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/intotheblue31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/intotheblue31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Warning:  Don't spend money to go see Into the Blue.  If it's free, watching it won't kill you, but I definitely wouldn't say it's a good movie.  Hmmm, I wonder if they want people talking about the movie before it even comes out.  It's not out yet, is it?  Eh.  At the end, it gets into really vicious shark, chopping off limbs fighting, which seems to come from nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I actually really enjoy reading the books for my classes, because they are really interesting.  My psych book and the book for my freshman seminar, The Hidden Universe, are the ones I'm reading, and they're really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I accidentally slept through the morning run for the track team this morning, but at least three quarters of the team, including the captain, did the same thing, so I don't feel that bad.  After tomorrow I will have officially gone to all my classes for the first time.  Not because I skipped them, but because they hadn't started yet.  It's almost October.  How weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112788240962708564?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112788240962708564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112788240962708564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112788240962708564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112788240962708564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/into-blah.html' title='Into the Blah'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112779749445838154</id><published>2005-09-26T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T00:10:00.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't use that "And where do you go to college" line next time I do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard these two examples in Spanish class this morning, when we were waiting for our teacher to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A freshman wanted to punch a hole in his ID card, so he could put it on a keychain, like some other people had done. When he punched the hole, he put it right through the black strip on the back that lets you into all the dorms and gets you food, so now it doesn't work. He wants to sell it on ebay because some people might pay to have proof of something really stupid a Harvard student did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The guy I sit next to in Spanish class has been sharing my book for the past few days because he ordered the book a couple days ago but had it delivered to his home in New Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112779749445838154?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112779749445838154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112779749445838154' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112779749445838154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112779749445838154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-everywhere.html' title='It&apos;s Everywhere!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112778833990173971</id><published>2005-09-26T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:32:59.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/weights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/200/weights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, so the track team lifted weights together for the first time today. I hope I'll be able to get out of my bed for class tomorrow. It was that rough. We started out with regular track practice, running, stretching, throwing medicine balls, doing "stadiums" (running up and down the massive concrete colliseum of a stadium that we have, with surprisingly steep steps)... Then, we started the weight lifting part of our practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this massive Coach Elliot-like guy, who's in charge of weights, had us warm up by doing abs. I have never done a more painful ab workout in my life, and I know that the entire track team feels the same way, even the incredibly strong guys with 6 packs. It reminded me of middle school, though, when Coach David would have us do situps together and he’d yell “UP” and we’d say the number…. Anyway. One particular type of situp almost killed the whole team. We had to do twenty situps (not crunches- we went all the way up), together, with our arms crossed over our chest, hanging onto the front of our shirts to make sure that our arms didn't leave our chest. I never did number 20. Another wonderful one involved doing '6 inches' and crunches at the same time, with our arms behind our head, not under our butts. Anyone who's been in athletics with me knows that I am practically incapable of doing '6 inches' without my hands under my butt, so this was pretty much the worst exercise imaginable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we actually started lifting weights. We did 3 sets of 12 of every type of weight I've ever lifted in Celina, and then did some that were completely new to me. Except bench. We didn't do arm weights, really, because I was in the jumping group, so I can probably at least look forward to having the use of my arms, if nothing else tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to see an advanced screening of Into the Blue tomorrow, so that'll be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see Everwood last week, because of the Smallville 90 min epidsode, but I can't wait to see it this week. It's weird how like my life some parts of that show are. For those who haven't seen it, you won't know what I'm talking about, but you should watch it, because it's awesome. Amy, a kind of main character, had really long, nice hair in all the previous seasons. Her character actually kind of gave me the idea to grow out my bangs last year. Anyway, so now my hair is short. I saw the preview for the season premiere for the first time last week, and the Amy character has short hair now. Ephram, another main character, is so similar to someone that I know that it really seems odd sometimes. If you've watched the past couple seasons, you should have no trouble guessing who I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to read now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112778833990173971?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112778833990173971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112778833990173971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112778833990173971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112778833990173971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112763008575838439</id><published>2005-09-25T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T01:34:45.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday and Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday I went to the Freshmen Dean's Office, which is basically a three story house that they have made into offices.  I had to get my study card signed for this seminar that I am taking, so I had to go to the second floor.  In order to get to the second floor, I had to climb one of the most awesome staircases ever.  It was a spiral one like you normally see being all metal in the middle of a room or something, but it was actually built as part of the house, so it was carpeted and everything, but it was a really tight spiral and it was incredibly awesome.  It made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have Brian to thank for the couple of songs that I now have copied onto my laptop from the yahoo launch site.  Now any song that I can listen to on the internet, I can also put on a cd, because Brian showed me how to record sound from the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last night we had the Harvard State Fair, which was pretty awesome, actually.  It amazes me how much free stuff we get to do while we're here.   I mean, the school obviously has a lot of money, but at the fair yesterday everything was free.  There were some carnival games, free food, and a mechanical bull that my roommate and I actually rode.  It was fun while it lasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today I went to the football game, which was also full of free stuff.  There was a tailgate party beforehand, and there was free food for everyone.  They were also giving out free t-shirts to anyone who wasn't already wearing a Harvard shirt.  The school is loaded, obviously.  Anyway, the game got very interesting at the end.  We had to go into two overtimes, and we eventually won 38-35, against Brown.  Very fun.  I can't believe I almost forgot to talk about what the bands did.  Apparently, all the Ivy League bands do a unique kind of halftime show.  They don't march- they scatter.  The Brown Band came running onto the field like something out of Braveheart, and then they all scrambled into their set.  They played a song, and then the announcer told a joke, making fun of Harvard.  This was followed by another scramble to a set, another joke, and another song.  Weird.  The bands basically battle over who can make fun of the other school better.  Our final joke was something about Brown deciding to give its graduates the two things they would need in real life after they graduated:  a can of beans and a shopping cart.  During the joke, the band got into a set that looked like a shopping cart, with the flutes and another section walking in a circle forming the moving wheels on the cart.  Unique, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For dinner, I met up with Zach (Hanke) and some of his friends who had decided to come eat near Harvard.  It was nice to see another Celina person, and it was pretty fun.  John Harvard's- good food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It has actually gotten kind of chilly up here.  I actually broke out the long pants for pajamas (pronounced, of course, like "jam", not "psalm") tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today (Sunday, even though I would still say it's Saturday because I haven't gone to bed yet) is National One Hit Wonder Day, according to my planner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112763008575838439?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112763008575838439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112763008575838439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112763008575838439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112763008575838439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-and-saturday.html' title='Friday and Saturday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112753766422316397</id><published>2005-09-23T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:54:24.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Score?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 points to the first Celiñian who can tell me how badly you guys beat Little Elm.  I've looked at so many websites, and Celina vs. Little Elm seems to be a big game, I mean it was the 99.5 the wolf game of the week (they're my favorite station, you know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But no website has the score!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112753766422316397?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112753766422316397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112753766422316397' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112753766422316397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112753766422316397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-night-score.html' title='Friday Night Score?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112750228912835608</id><published>2005-09-23T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:04:49.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/100_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/100_0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; So, the battery charger for my camera is being stupid, and won't charge the batteries.  Yes, I know that I'm putting them in correctly and everything.  This picture is all I could take before the battery died.  It's my room, of course.  That huge window is the one with the really stupid window shade that I hate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, I have to go to track soon, so I better get ready.  The first home football game is tomorrow, and I am so incredibly going.  The football stadium looks like the colliseum.  It's huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By the way, according to my planner, yesterday was "Dear Diary Day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112750228912835608?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112750228912835608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112750228912835608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112750228912835608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112750228912835608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/room.html' title='Room'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112743579273231793</id><published>2005-09-22T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:36:32.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Track-ruled Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I have discovered that most of my time this year will be filled with track, track, and more track.  Not complaining, though, because obviously I like track.  Getting to dinner before 7:15 will be interesting, though.  I'll probably never eat dinner at the freshman dining hall during the week, because I'll never be able to make it there on time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm so happy that I get to watch Everwood in like half an hour.  It's been a while.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Spanish class was better today.  We're getting used to the way it's taught.  It's weird, though, that my class has thirteen people in it and only two of them are girls, including me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I "lost" my ID for the first time today.  When the track team went to dinner at the first house we found, because we barely had time to get in before they closed the line, I was wearing shorts without pockets, so I just put my ID on my tray after the lady swiped it.  Then, I left it there while I ate and put my tray on the conveyor belt when I was done.  I didn't make it far from the dining hall before I realized what I had done, though, so that was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have nothing that I have to do tomorrow between 10 am and 3:30 in the afternoon, because math classes don't start until next week.  I'll probably sleep and then catch up on the psychology chapters that I need to read.  Jolly good fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112743579273231793?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112743579273231793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112743579273231793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112743579273231793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112743579273231793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/track-ruled-life.html' title='The Track-ruled Life'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112732970569752973</id><published>2005-09-21T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:08:26.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeswax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;They were handing out Burt's Beeswax Lip Balm in the streets of Cambridge today, Andrew.  Yeah, I got some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was standing in the long line at the bookstore to buy my psychology book when I realized that I had forgotten to bring my checkbook with me and did not have enough money to buy the book.  Yeah, so I had to go put the book back, go back to Claverly, and then go back to the bookstore and get back in line.  The line was much shorter when I got back, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I figured out that Blue Raspberry Fanta slushies from 7 Eleven are very delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112732970569752973?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112732970569752973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112732970569752973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112732970569752973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112732970569752973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/beeswax.html' title='Beeswax'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112731288268709328</id><published>2005-09-21T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:48:32.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish and free time</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I just went to my first Spanish class.  It's supposed to be beginning spanish, for people with little or no knowledge of the language.  I feel bad for the people that haven't had much spanish, though, because they were completely lost today.  I was lost sometimes.  Our teacher is weird.  Or, the way she teaches is weird.  Basically, she doesn't explain anything, she just rambles on in Spanish until we realize that we were supposed to repeat what she said.  But, sometimes, she'd look at one person and say "Que tal?", and no one would know if she wanted the guy to repeat what she said or answer the question, so we'd all look awkwardly at each other, trying not to laugh because the whole situation seemed really funny.  I wonder what in the world she's going to do when she's trying to teach us verb conjugations in different tenses, because I can see that being difficult if she never does anything but repeat spanish phrases to us.  Oh, and we have Spanish names.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to class at nine, and now I have no class for the rest of the day until a track eligibility meeting at 4.  I'll probably go buy my psych book, since I decided I am definitley taking that class.  I shopped it yesterday, and I thought it was so cool.  One of the track girls who had also been to the class thought it was boring, but I thought it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the freshman seminar that I wanted, so now my schedule is pretty much set.  As long as I get the classes at the times that I wanted, everything will be good.  Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112731288268709328?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112731288268709328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112731288268709328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112731288268709328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112731288268709328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/spanish-and-free-time.html' title='Spanish and free time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112719759390602338</id><published>2005-09-20T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:26:33.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"No post on Sundays"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today was the first day of classes.  I decided on what math class I'm taking, because I talked to an adviser today and he basically told me to take Math 1a.  I was supposed to "section" for Spanish before 5 pm today, which means decide at what time I'm taking the class, but around 10 pm I realized I hadn't done it and couldn't figure out how to do it late anyway, so now I'm just hoping I haven't screwed myself over.  I hear they're pretty forgiving with freshmen, though, and this is a course that I HAVE to take.  I mean, I don't even think they'll let me be a sophomore next year unless I take this class.  So, they basically have to let me section late.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We had track practice today, and it was pretty warm, but I only made it to the second half of it, because I had a meeting for a freshman seminar.  Yeah, Brian, as soon as I typed "second half" I thought about "the third half of today's show"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm definitely looking forward to waking up in like four and a half hours to run with the track girls.  Blah.  I really hope they don't go fast, because I don't like distance and I will die.  I don't know what I'm going to wear, though, because it's cold in the morning, and I don't have sweatpants or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I saw a tourist doing something today that I wanted to remember to post about, but now I don't remember what it was.  Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112719759390602338?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112719759390602338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112719759390602338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112719759390602338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112719759390602338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-post-on-sundays.html' title='&quot;No post on Sundays&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112714760435075448</id><published>2005-09-19T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:33:24.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk Like A Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;According to the planner that all the freshmen got this year, today is National Talk Like  A Pirate Day.  Indeed.  I think that I might actually be close to figuring out what classes I'm going to take.  I've figured out, though, that I'm basically way behind on math for possibly doing astronomy.  There's an astronomy class that they say is great for freshmen that think they might be interested in concentrating in it, but there is a physics prerequisite, and I haven't taken the physics class.  So, I looked up the physics class, and in order to be in it there is a math prerequisite that I haven't met yet.  Ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I noticed when I went to Taco Bell with Cassie that prices are indeed higher up here.  I got a number 8 or something, what I usually get, with three soft tacos and a drink.  In Frisco, that comes to like $3.50, maybe $3.75 or something like that.  Here it was $4.50- the injustice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's pretty nice out right now, like 70 degrees and sunny.  The track captains told everyone to bring water to practice, because it was supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; this afternoon.  Yeah, they capitalized hot.  I bet it &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be 80. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It seems weird that classes have started and yet I'm still sitting around doing nothing.  I'll have like an average of two classes a day, and then track in the afternoon.  I guess they just suppose that you'll be spending the rest of the time doing homework and studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, off to lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112714760435075448?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112714760435075448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112714760435075448' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112714760435075448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112714760435075448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/talk-like-pirate.html' title='Talk Like A Pirate'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112710513635599616</id><published>2005-09-18T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:45:38.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I'm hating this touch-pad-instead-of-mouse thing, but on the brightside, I think my computer is psychic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seriously.  Half the time when I want to hit the "back" button in internet explorer, I'm like halfway up the screen to hit it when my computer automatically goes back by itself.  This happens often, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, I was crushed a couple of minutes ago when I received an email saying that track practices start tomorrow at 3.  Every piece of information I have says they start next week.  Eh?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I start shopping classes tomorrow.  No, not classes in shopping.  Shopping period is a time when everyone just kind of wanders in and out of classes checking on how interesting they are, trying to decide what classes they actually want to take.  It lasts a week, and then at the end of the week everyone has to turn in a form saying what classes they are actually going to take.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was going to meet someone to run at 7 this morning, but I woke up at 11:30.  Instead, we ran at 11 tonight.  It was weird, because we didn't really feel tired afterwards, just cold sweaty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did anyone watch the show "The Scholar"?  It was a 'reality' tv show, on ABC, I think, where HS students competed for a scholarship.  I'd been seeing this guy on campus alot that looked incredibly familiar to me, but I knew I didn't actually know him, and I couldn't figure out why he looked so familiar.  Then, I was reading some newspaper or magazine today, and there was an article in it about two of the people from the scholar show being freshmen here this year.  Suddenly it all made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh, Brian told me today that Mr. R had him listen to the OPS cd.  The 3A march was, incredibly, Rolling Thunder.  And they played it at like half the speed that we did.  So, you heard 3A play, and then you listened to 2A play the same song just as clean but twice as fast.  We rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's so weird how almost every speech made here makes some kind of reference to the facebook.  Really.  I know it started here and everything, but seriously.  The priest, during his homily today, actually mentioned the facebook.  I'm not joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112710513635599616?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112710513635599616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112710513635599616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112710513635599616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112710513635599616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/brightside.html' title='Brightside'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112700259861404438</id><published>2005-09-17T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T19:16:38.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poo on Pops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eh, I guess I couldn't really have expected to make it into an orchestra that only uses three flutes after not playing for the entire summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, I met Cassie today, and we rode the T back to BU and walked around and talked for a while.  I won't be using the T on my own anytime soon, though.  It was really crowded and confusing, but really cool to be actually in Boston when ALL the Red Sox fans were heading to the game.  I heard that Celina won like 70-0 on Friday?  We (you, I guess) are incredibly going to win state.  Have fun with the playoffs, kids.  Maybe you should make it your goal to actually memorize pregame this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boston drivers are so nice. I was walking on the road next to our dorm after the audition today, and it had rained. This car comes speeding down the road and splashes a massive amount of water all over me.  I hoped he looked in his rear view mirror to see me throw out my arms and say "Thanks alot!!!!!!!!!", and I hope he felt bad about it all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm going to go find my roommates now, because there's supposed to be stuff planned for us freshmen to do tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112700259861404438?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112700259861404438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112700259861404438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112700259861404438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112700259861404438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/poo-on-pops.html' title='Poo on Pops'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112690432782952900</id><published>2005-09-16T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:58:47.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy child at heart</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that I've been doing my best to do everything I need to do in my room without leaving my desk chair.  Getting creative, and all.  Right now I'm trying to decide what classes to shop (try out) next week.  They only allow freshmen to take four courses a semester.  Good, I guess, but that tells you how hard they must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I was leaving the lunch line one of the guys from Clav looked at my tray and started laughing.  He said I ate like a kid.  I think that a bologna sandwich, french fries, a brownie, and chocolate milk is a pretty good lunch, don't you?  Everyone else has the fancy-looking salad with leaves that look like they came from the tree outside, and pasta-ish stuff, but I'm good with my sandwich, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people complain about the food, but I think it's great.  They came from rich private schools, so they're used to all this food that I've never even tried, but the food here is amazingly good compared to A&amp;amp;M Commerce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112690432782952900?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112690432782952900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112690432782952900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112690432782952900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112690432782952900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/lazy-child-at-heart.html' title='Lazy child at heart'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112684948785127333</id><published>2005-09-16T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:44:47.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No, I'm not talking about an unwelcome furry friend in our suite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;About twenty minutes ago I unplugged the mouse from my laptop and threw it on the ground.  It's been a rough twenty minutes.  Basically, I think that the scroll-y thingy in the middle of the mouse has lost its mind.  It started just not working, and then for like three minutes my screen just went up and down, like someone was scrolling, except I was just sitting back in my chair wondering who was possessing my mouse.  Stupid me for trying to get away with a cheap mouse from Walmart.  I guess you can't trust a laptop mouse from a place that doesn't sell laptops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, with much stupidity and confusion, I would like to pose the question, in response to Brian's last comment on here, "What hurricane?"  Do I desperately need a tv or something?  Is there another hurricane, not Katrina, that is getting ready to hit somewhere?  I think I'll try to find a weather or news website after this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, tonight most of the freshmen went to see "Love Story" in the science center.  The science center has four huge rooms that are basically quite similar to movie theaters, that they've been showing presentations in all week.  So, it was basically the upperclassmen that belong to this club making the movie into something like a Rocky Horror show.  It was awesome.  They had scripted things that they yelled from the back of the theater, making fun of the movie, and it was quite hilarious.  Actually, looking out my window right now, I think I see one of the people that must have been part of the movie thing, because he is wearing 70s clothes and a huge afro wig.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fifty points to the person who can tell me what these four movies have in common:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Good Will Hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;With Honor (I think that's the name of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Legally Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Shouldn't be that hard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The track thing was really fun.  Most of the freshman girl track members and some of the upperclassmen went to the captain's dorm, and we ended up watching The OC, which I had never seen before.  I missed Everwood today, mostly because I don't have a tv.  If I can find somewhere on the internet where I can download the shows, I'll be good.  Otherwise, I'll have to buy a tv or get Brian to record them weekly for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112684948785127333?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112684948785127333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112684948785127333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112684948785127333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112684948785127333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/dumb-mouse.html' title='Dumb Mouse'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112680502133231739</id><published>2005-09-15T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:23:41.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're wet." ~ "Yes. It's raining."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is the first thing that Becky needs to a buy the next time that she steps into a store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;An umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't usually use umbrellas.  I'm not usually walking everywhere, either.   I had to walk across the entire Yard and down two more blocks in the pouring rain this morning, and I hadn't had breakfast.  I felt pretty cool.  My freshman tour of Back Bay was cancelled, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But, enough complaining.  I think I might go to sleep right now, because I got like four hours last night.  You know me, of course I was at an incredibly wild party.  I was actually just sitting on a couch with my roommate and another guy in Claverly who's from Plano, wishing that we had a tv and realizing that we were kind of tired, but really didn't want to go to sleep.  It's like as long as you know that there are people around you that you could be hanging out with and getting to know, you don't want to waste time sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I actually really like that I'm in the really small house, because this way we all know each other, at least a little, and we have a group of like 20 people that we can swarm around with when we're not sure what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm really just rambling now. I have an athletics meeting this afternoon, so that should be cool to actually meet the other freshmen track people, aside from the two that I already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112680502133231739?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112680502133231739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112680502133231739' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112680502133231739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112680502133231739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/youre-wet-yes-its-raining.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re wet.&quot; ~ &quot;Yes. It&apos;s raining.&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112673486775991913</id><published>2005-09-14T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:54:27.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pops Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I totally sucked it up and emailed the Harvard Pops Orchestra to get an audition time.  I just couldn't resist when I saw that the theme for this year's concert is supposed to be pirates, and one of the composers they would be playing was John Williams.  I mean, that can only mean one thing- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112673486775991913?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112673486775991913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112673486775991913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112673486775991913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112673486775991913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/pops-orchestra.html' title='Pops Orchestra'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112672795662179509</id><published>2005-09-14T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:59:16.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have discovered some things recently.  Recently being like the past two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I definitely belong to the facebook group "That's Right, I Got Recruited, Bitch".  I would never have gotten in without that big 5'9" junior year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Shirley's Hair Shop definitely butchered my hair last Thursday and Friday.  It doesn't even act the same way anymore.  I have basically given up on it.  My hair, I think, grows relatively quickly, so I'll just wait it out.  It does all these weird curly flippy out things in the back now, and they are not pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The microwave that we purchased for our room does not have the correct popcorn setting for the popcorn that Mrs. Dellinger sent me.  I tried to make some for lunch today, because I would definitely not make it in and out of the dining hall in time for this meeting, and it turned out really burnt and nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was not lying when I told people at the end of last year that I would probably be one of the dumb people here.  We took a math placement test a couple of days ago, and we got our results today.  I was officially recommended for the lowest math class offered.  Go athletes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I must have purchased defective deodorant and mailed it here to myself.  Seriously.  The stuff worked for track meets in 90 degree weather all through track last year, but it cannot handle walking to the dining hall.  That's probably more than you care to know, but I don't care right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I promise that I will put a picture of my room on here soon.  I bought a poster yesterday and I'll take the picture after I get the poster up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have to go finish writing an application essay for a freshman seminar called "Galaxies and the Universe."  Sounds interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112672795662179509?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112672795662179509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112672795662179509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112672795662179509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112672795662179509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/discoveries.html' title='Discoveries'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112668119609869097</id><published>2005-09-14T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T02:07:13.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No AC sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yeah, so our room actually got motherly hot today. Let me rephrase that. All the rooms with windows facing the street, that would include mine, got motherly hot, because of the sun coming in. It was so much nicer outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this talent show tonight, and it was really good. Three guys played and sang songs that they wrote themselves. Two on guitar, one on piano. One guy had written a song entitled "Edible Ode", and the main line was "I like food." It was quite hilarious, and I really enjoyed it. Actually, everyone was awesome. Especially the people that had written their own songs. Another guy did a rap, and even though I normally hate rap, I appreciated it, because it was well done and had a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the Spanish placement test today. Uh huh. The beginning of the test was horrible. It was asking what the Spanish word was for all these pointless English words like "somewhat". We never learned those! We learned words that we would actually need, like "soap" and other nouns. We didn't learn pointless adjectives. We learned colors, and other descriptive things that would actually add to a conversation. There was one part that had a dialogue between two people in Spanish, and then it asked a question about the dialogue, in Spanish, and you had to choose the correct multiple choice answer, in Spanish. I actually think that I got all of those right, but that was a very small part of the test, only like six questions, so I doubt it will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have made peace with the fact that I don't have to have someone I know go with me everywhere, and I have actually gone to eat in the dining hall like three times completely by myself and sat with people I didn't know. Everyone else is desperate for company, too, so it's not a big deal, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112668119609869097?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112668119609869097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112668119609869097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112668119609869097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112668119609869097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-ac-sucks.html' title='No AC sucks'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112658607881180004</id><published>2005-09-13T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:34:38.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate vinyl window shades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The one on my window is incredibly broken. I have to stand up on the huge window ledge to roll the stupid thing up by hand. I think the spring may be lost or something. I first noticed that there was a problem when I tried to pull it down and it fell on me. Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, I've seen some of the other dorms, and ours our definitely the oldest I've seen. It's big, though, so that's cool. I really need to get used to this slightly smaller keyboard. I keep accidentally hiting these buttons that send the cursor to weird places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, we had the activities fair today. The highlight definitely had to be the guys from Hasty Pudding Theatricals, who were wandering around the whole thing dressed in drag and shouting to people to join the club. There were also these people in a grassy area dressed in some weird science fiction anime looking robes and masks, and they were dueling, I guess. There's a flute ensemble that I think I'm going to join. They only practice like once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We took that writing test today, and hearing people talk afterwards, as always, I realized that I had written my essay COMPLETELY different from EVERYONE else. We had this passage, that I thought mostly had to do with the fact that when people do things that aren't that great (not throwing away trash), they make excuses for it by saying that they are only one person, and one piece of trash doesn't matter. The passage was about a Buddhist eating meat at a buffet because his religion says he can only not eat meat when it was specifically killed for him. The buffet would have been there anyway, so he could eat it. Another example had to do with a group of thieves each stealing a little bit from every person in this town, so that they didn't feel bad- I mean, they only stole one little thing from that one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, at lunch all the people around me were talking about how they had gone off on animal rights and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yeah, so three paragraphs at least later, I hit publish post and the server cannot be found.  I recovered this much of the post, but I'll just touch on highlights of what I just lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I never talked about animal rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm afraid to wear my holey jeans, because I might be stoned.  This makes me sad.  No holes in any clothes on anyone.  I ACTUALLY saw a guy with a sweater draped over his shoulders.  I am not even joking.  He was wearing dress pants and a dress shirt, too, and here I am eating lunch in a tank top and my non-holey jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll post a picture when I'm not mad about losing my post, or when my room looks decent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Right before I tried to post before, there was actually a guy standing in the street outside my window with a shopping cart.  City.  Weird.  There are sirens all the time, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We had a meeting today, and the police sergeant/sheriff talked to us.  The entire auditorium of people was trying not to laugh so hard at his amazingly strong Boston accent.  I mean, it was awesome.  And he was like, "I know, you're all chuckling about my accent.  When I was in the army, one of my buddies always wanted to hear me say 'Pauhk yah cah in the Hahvahd Yahd.'  (continued natural accent, just not typed) Now, of course, I say if you park your car in the yard I'll tow your ass, because you can't park in the yard."  It was so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, I have to take a wonderful Chemistry placement test tomorrow just in case I ever decide to study it, even though I know I won't remember anything from sophomore year, and anything I do remember won't be useful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Does anyone in Texas use the word "sketchy" in conversation to describe something that seems kind of not right in a dark corner, scary man way?  EVERYONE hear uses that word.  Indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112658607881180004?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112658607881180004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112658607881180004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112658607881180004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112658607881180004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-vinyl-window-shades.html' title='I hate vinyl window shades.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112650129326372550</id><published>2005-09-12T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:01:33.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think I just found a radio station.  It took less than a minute.  101.7 is the winner, I think.  It was playing................................................................. wow, I cannot believe that I don't remember what song was on.  Anyway, it was a blink 182 song, so I stopped, and they've played like three songs since then, and they seem pretty fine.  Might be quite the term-time replacement for 102.1 the edge.  I'll put a picture on tomorrow, I think.  I have a writing placement test tomorrow morning.  Ew.  Then a math one in the afternoon.  Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112650129326372550?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112650129326372550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112650129326372550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112650129326372550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112650129326372550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay-radio.html' title='Yay Radio'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112647650292861051</id><published>2005-09-11T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:08:22.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll NEVER go back to dial-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow.  This internet is the fastest I have ever had the priviledge of using.  It took like half a second to load all 90 something of my facebook friends' pictures.  That takes half a minute, at least, at home.  So, all, my hotmail account was like deactivated because somehow me and Brian were getting in over the summer without actually logging in, because our computer was being stupid, so I think I might just abandon hotmail, eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I am moved in!  It is so pretty here, with leaves on the trees and all, but it gets FREEZING cold at night!!! Like 60 degrees, or something.  I know.  I'm just used to it being 90 all the time.  I get a surprise every time I walk outside, because I see that the sun is shining, and I prepare myself for the heat wave, but it never hits me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People up here amaze me with their driving.  They weave in and out of lanes, and cut people off, and run red lights, and people don't really get mad like they would in, say, Frisco.  They do, however, honk alot for sometimes apparently no reason, right outside my window.  I'll get some pictures on here soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I didn't sleep at all Friday after the game- I went to Linde's for a while, and then went home and packed, finishing in just enough time to frantically shower, grab all my bags, and run out to the truck.  Yeah, so I slept through the entire flight, or at least tried to.  For some reason, I was SO hungry, but the airport made me not want to eat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The rolling bag that I took on the plane with me wouldn't fit in the luggage compartment, so everyone on the plane just stared at me as I struggled with this huge and incredibly heavy bag.  I hate it the way people stare at you on planes.  They won't help you, they just stare!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I sent a cd back with my mom that has a tour of our suite that I recorded on my camera.  If any of you really want to see it that badly, you can pester Brian for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have my own room, and I'm going to share a closet with someone as soon as our other roommate shows up.   More later, I'm going to eat dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112647650292861051?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112647650292861051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112647650292861051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112647650292861051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112647650292861051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/ill-never-go-back-to-dial-up.html' title='I&apos;ll NEVER go back to dial-up'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112624508023827527</id><published>2005-09-09T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:51:20.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What? She's actually GOING to college?</title><content type='html'>After Saturday morning, people can stop asking me when I'm going to leave, because I'll be gone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the football game, though.  Neat that the only home game I can go to before I leave is the Pilot Point game.  Should I go ahead and leave tonight so I can be sure to have a parking spot?  Even tonight, for the JV game, cars lined the road and filled some of the school parking lots.  We won 36-0, by the way.  No, I wasn't at the game, I went up to the track to run and I heard the announcer.  I improved my 2 mile time from last night by 40 seconds (16:40 today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut this afternoon.  It's pretty gruesome. I'm going to have it fixed tomorrow morning.  It's supposed to be layered, and well, it looks like I cut most of my hair but left some of the underneath part long and didn't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked today, and the boxes that I mailed actually got to Harvard, so that's good.  So, after someone rescues my hair, I get to spend the day packing and obsessing over what I'm forgetting.  Heck yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112624508023827527?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112624508023827527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112624508023827527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112624508023827527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112624508023827527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-shes-actually-going-to-college.html' title='What? She&apos;s actually GOING to college?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112611017327792818</id><published>2005-09-07T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:22:53.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/fridaynl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/200/fridaynl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recently I bought Friday Night Lights on sale at Target, and I decided to watch it today.  I got to the September 9th game against Abilene, and noted that this Friday would be the ninth, so that was a coincidence.  So, I'm watching the game, which is supposedly taking place in Texas in September.  The cheerleaders are wearing pants and sweatshirts with their uniforms, the band members are wearing winter hats, the quad player is wearing gloves, and all the fans are decked out in black winter gear.  Seem a little off?  It is currently 90 degrees at my house.  Sure, it felt a little cool when I walked out and it was only 80 this morning, but I didn't go get my coat.  I survived.  I'm tough when it comes to cold weather like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should wear my letter jacket to the game on Friday- it might get chilly.  After all, this is September in TEXAS!  Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112611017327792818?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112611017327792818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112611017327792818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112611017327792818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112611017327792818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/texas.html' title='Texas?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112598442182114974</id><published>2005-09-06T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:27:01.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvard stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/1600/claverly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5034/1155/320/claverly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, everyone ooh and aah.  This is a picture of Claverly 09.  As of September tenth, I will be residing in Claverly 05.  My room should probably look something like the picture.  If not, there's some unfair inconsistencies in the housing.  Anyway, the following bits about housing are courtesy of "The Unofficial Guide to Life at Harvard 2005-2006."  Since technically copyright laws say I can't put the info on here, I'm going to site the book.  I still don't remember the correct form, so here:&lt;br /&gt;Editor:  Shelley Jiang&lt;br /&gt;Published by: Unofficial Publications, A Division of Harvard Student Agencies, Inc. &lt;br /&gt;Cambridge, Ma 2005  (pgs. 4, 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a blib about where I would be staying this year:&lt;br /&gt;"All your high school friends will secretly hate you when they get the grand tour.  No freshman should descend marble staircases to do laundry (in the basement) and have tubs in private bathrooms.  Apley's couple dozen residents bask in five floors of beautiful but quiet singles, doubles, and triples with walk-in closets, although no one in the Yard has any idea where they live.  For the 2005-2006 school year, Apley residents will be moved to Claverly Hall to accomodate construction on the Hasty Pudding Theatricals building."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where I'm actually staying:&lt;br /&gt;"Claverly is satellite housing for Adams, Lowell, and Winthrop.  The oldest extra-yard housing at Harvard, Clav was formerly "Gold Coast" housing for rich boys and their servants.  It features a grandiose, glass-roofed staircase, an Edwardian elevator, a TV/VCR room, laundry facilities, and large wood-paneled double and triple suites with fireplaces.  For the 2005-2006 school year, Claverly Hall will also house freshmen displaced from the Hasty Pudding renovations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have this thing at the end of orientation week called "Through the Gates", which is where all the freshmen go on tours of campus, Cambridge, and Boston.  This is a desciption of the tour that I got:&lt;br /&gt;"Back Bay- Visit the elegant and historic Victorian neighborhood of Boston's Back Bay, home to some of the most significant 19th century architecture. Experience what historians refer to as one of the earliest and most compelling examples of urban planning in the United States."&lt;br /&gt;I think Victorian houses are pretty- should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough random information, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112598442182114974?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112598442182114974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112598442182114974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112598442182114974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112598442182114974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/harvard-stuff.html' title='Harvard stuff'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112593412181539029</id><published>2005-09-05T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:28:41.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniff, sniff</title><content type='html'>Compose mode is gone again.  No more pretty colors or text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's some randomness from the past few days, because I can never get on to post at night- Brian is ALWAYS on the computer at night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Rough Rider game on Saturday, there was this REALLY tall guy standing near where Rebekah and I were working.  He ended up sitting near us, too, in the covered wagon thing that people can rent out that basically allows them to eat and drink all they want all night- it's free.  So, I'm like "Rebekah, that guy has to be at least 7 ft. tall, probably more!"  Then, some people come to get snow cones, and the guy walks away.  A little later, I hear the announcer say "... and, throwing out tonight's ceremonial first pitch is Shawn Bradley..."  Yeah, that's who the really tall guy was.  7'6", actually.  I checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at the snowcone stand all by myself because my boss was like "Eh, last game of the season, on a Sunday afternoon?  It's probably going to be really slow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I was frantically making snowcones for like two hours straight.  I ran out of quarters, ones ($1), flavors, cups, and ice. Slow indeed.  Commission was muy good, though, because I was by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched The Jacket.  Very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112593412181539029?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112593412181539029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112593412181539029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112593412181539029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112593412181539029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/09/sniff-sniff_05.html' title='Sniff, sniff'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112555276958500953</id><published>2005-08-31T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:36:42.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just read Tara's blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know what I'm thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112555276958500953?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112555276958500953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112555276958500953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112555276958500953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112555276958500953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-read-taras-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13233047.post-112554938348097048</id><published>2005-08-31T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:41:01.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Blogger</title><content type='html'>Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Compose mode&lt;/span&gt; came back!&lt;br /&gt;I can change the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;color,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;font!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or make it &lt;strong&gt;bold, &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;em&gt;italic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alright.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Enough now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, this morning I woke myself up by running into my door frame as I madly dashed to answer the phone that Mark wanted me to answer. I never made it to the phone. I hit my hip SO hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The waking up part didn't work out too well, either. After being awake for an hour or so, I decided to go back to sleep and slept for three hours. It's the pillow. I packed my usual pillow and mailed it, so I'm sleeping on this extra pillow that we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is SO much more comfortable than mine! Good thing I mailed mine, though, because if I mailed this one I probably would be sentencing myself to a year of oversleeping, because it is so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, yesterday, when I went to the band hall to drop off a water bottle for Mark, Mr. W and Uncle Corey were waiting to haul the trailer over to the field for practice. I didn't even look at Mr. W as I passed, because I didn't want to talk to him, but he said "Hmmm, you shouldn't be here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My response: "Neither should you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And that's the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13233047-112554938348097048?l=harvardhottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/feeds/112554938348097048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13233047&amp;postID=112554938348097048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112554938348097048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13233047/posts/default/112554938348097048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harvardhottie.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay-blogger.html' title='Yay Blogger'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10665298050212238519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/149/1912/320/000_0353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
