<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445</id><updated>2009-02-21T08:15:31.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nonsense Notebook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113742166371689210</id><published>2006-01-16T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:27:43.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking 8am gymn class...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113742166371689210?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113742166371689210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113742166371689210' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113742166371689210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113742166371689210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/fucking-8am-gymn-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113652963339888554</id><published>2006-01-05T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:40:33.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, okay, I'm cleaning my room...</title><content type='html'>So, okay, I'm cleaning my room... Don't look so shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Cleaning my room, and it occurs to me that asking for cooking things so I can move out might not have been so great an idea. I mean, the 10 gallon stock pot is cool and all, but where am I going to put it in the meanwhile? Can't keep it in the dorm room. Or the loaf pans. Or the springform pans. What am I going to do with a springform pan at Hanover?!? Make cheesecake?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113652963339888554?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113652963339888554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113652963339888554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113652963339888554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113652963339888554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-okay-im-cleaning-my-room.html' title='So, okay, I&apos;m cleaning my room...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113652075864927974</id><published>2006-01-05T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:12:38.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Twelfth Night!</title><content type='html'>For those of you not in the know, today is Twelfth Night. Appropriately, we took the tree down today. I wish I could say we planned that on purpose, but it just worked out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have a tradition in our family: When we take down the tree, we inevitably discover that we "forgot" some of the presents, which got hidden under the skirt. Somehow, this happens, no matter how thoroughly we check on Christmas Day. This year, I received a can-opener (a really nifty one that cuts up under the seal, so you don’t get jagged edges) to replace the one Hippie stole. So that means it’s all yours, Kayla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113652075864927974?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113652075864927974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113652075864927974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113652075864927974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113652075864927974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-twelfth-night.html' title='Happy Twelfth Night!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113643502779206754</id><published>2006-01-04T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:23:47.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visits, Grad School, and Resolutions</title><content type='html'>The last week has been busy, but not too bad, overall. Monday after Christmas, I went up to Indy. Met up with Sharon at Kayla's apartment, caught up for a while, then we went in Sharon's car up to Jenny and E's house. A bunch of people were over there RPGing, but I spent my time napping and reading E's latest novel-in-progress. It was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we all met in Indy for our annual Christmas lunch. It was good to see everyone. I suspect that from here on out, this will be the only time during the year that we will all get to see each other at once, what with everyone spread out now. Julie brought her husband-to-be, Andy. 'Bout time we met him! They're getting married and everything, but none of us had ever done more than see pictures of him on her website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I met up with Kayla again, we hung out at Circle Center, took advantage of Doubleday bookstore's going-out-of-business sale, then crashed at the apartment. We played "Are You A Werewolf," which would have been fun, if the boys didn't take it so seriously, and thus stretch it out forever. Got the joy of listening to Larry all night long :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I had brunch with Dustin and Stephen, who were on their way to see Dustin's parents. I hope that went well for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending most of my time since then stressing out over Grad school applications. I screwed up on the IU recommendations. There was a form to fill out, although I thought there wasn't. Turns out they do their apps through an outside online company, and you have to have an account with them before they give you info like that. But everything should be fixed now, and everything is almost done! I've finished my application to UNC Chapel Hill, and I just need to pay the fee to IU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to have settled down now, though. I found out yesterday that UNC has received my GRE scores, but I haven't gotten them myself, yet. And I really want to find out how I did on the analytical writing.&lt;br /&gt; Also, it's resolution time! I'm mostly sticking to stuff I know I can do, like graduating, and getting into grad school. There is, of course, the obligatory weight loss resolution, which strangely enough, I didn't bother making last year. And then there is the more personal resolution, which I don't really want to talk about online, but which will be the real hard resolution to deal with. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113643502779206754?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113643502779206754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113643502779206754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113643502779206754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113643502779206754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/visits-grad-school-and-resolutions.html' title='Visits, Grad School, and Resolutions'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113555420162773085</id><published>2005-12-25T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:43:21.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, everyone! I'm hoping things will calm down, now that the holiday is over, but probably not. Wednesday I out up the tree. Thursday I cleaned the house and freaked out over my grad school applications. Friday I went back to Hanover to get my grad school recommendations lined up, because I completely missed the form I had to sign, promising that I hadn't seen the recommendations for Chapel Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang with the choir at church for Christmas Eve. It wasn't a bad performance, especially seeing as how I only went to three rehearsals. It's a tradition at our church to commemorate all the new babies in the congregation at the Christmas Eve Vespers, and this year it was a little girl named Rebecca. It's truly a beautiful service. The reading addressed how, every night a child is born is a Holy Night. None of them are heralded by angels, but they are all born to potential, and they are all to be honored for the role they will play in changing the world for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the chalice exploded. UUs have as their symbol a chalice with a flame in it. Somebody got the bright idea to put the flame this year in a glass vase - it'll be pretty, and fit in with the snow-themed altar. But did they think to make it a Pyrex vase? No... Eventually the glass just heated to the point where it exploded. In the middle of the baby dedication, there was this loud &lt;i&gt;crack!&lt;/i&gt; and part of the vase just fell away. Luckily the oil was held in a metal container, otherwise that would have exploded too, and we'd have a repeat of 1985 (the last time the church burned down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I seem to recall this happening before. We didn't go to vespers last year, because of the weather. But two or three years ago, we used a glass vase for the chalice, and it exploded then, too. You'd think someone would notice and take heed. Well, I suppose everyone needs a tradition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Present Update: I now have the Librarian Action Figure Deluxe. Here that, Julie? &lt;i&gt;Deluxe.&lt;/i&gt; Not just automatic shushing action, but also a reference desk, a computer displaying the cataloguing module, and a book cart. And not one of those crappy three level book carts with a divider that are prone to tipping, but a good steady two level book cart. With wheels. And laden with books. Now I just need my own office...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113555420162773085?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113555420162773085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113555420162773085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113555420162773085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113555420162773085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113512093801311864</id><published>2005-12-20T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:23:02.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding the Capitalist Machine</title><content type='html'>Today I went shopping with the Parental Unit &lt;i&gt;Patros&lt;/i&gt; v1.0. We took my car up to Jerry's to get the check-up it should have had right after I bought it. Don't expect anything to go bad, it's just routine. But I will be without transportation until tomorrow or Wednesday. Possibly Thursday. Also got more minutes put on my time card. So I can call people, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad put up the tree, and is now putting lights on. If they want me to decorate it later, I'm going to insist on taking over the whole living room and watching "The Muppets' Christmas Carol" and "Mulan," and possibly the soundtrack of "Rent" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up some crocheting again. I miss this stuff. It's got the same boring repetitiveness of playing solitaire, only not on a screen. I can easily see this developing into something next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerine: "Oh, I see you're doing Latin."&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: *over yarn and hook* "Yeah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113512093801311864?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113512093801311864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113512093801311864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113512093801311864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113512093801311864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/12/feeding-capitalist-machine.html' title='Feeding the Capitalist Machine'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113505211415677975</id><published>2005-12-19T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:15:14.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Dad and I went to the Red Cross today to bleed into the bag. We always try to schedule an appointment sometime around December, just because it feels like a good way to give back during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and made a fruit cake. Dad insists on one every year, and insists that it's "just a fruit cake." You think it's so easy? Then &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; make it! Actually, it really is easy, it's just time consuming. About two and a half hours just to do the prep work. Tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's cleaning the living room so we can put up the tree, moving books around. Several shelves fell down on top of her tonight. She's okay now, but it was really scary when it happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113505211415677975?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113505211415677975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113505211415677975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113505211415677975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113505211415677975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/12/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113497143606553256</id><published>2005-12-18T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:50:36.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>Done with my IS. Done with the GRE. Didn't do nearly so well as I could have, but my people tell me they still love me anyways. Am currently taking steps to reduce stress load next semester, more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at home, and have nothing to do and no one to talk to. It's sad. I've only been gone a weekend, and I already miss everyone! So I've started talking to myself, and being honest about shit, and you know that's never a good thing. Someone leave me a message! Or IM me. I like IMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, A few days ago Celiedh mentioned Dar Williams' "Iowa," as one of those pining love ballads that don't make her laugh. So I've been listening to it a lot. For lack of better content, here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iowa, by Dar Williams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve never had a way with women, but the hills of iowa make me wish that I could,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’ve never found a way to say I love you, but if the chance came by, oh i, I would,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But way back where I come from, we never mean to bother,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don’t like to make our passions other peoples concern,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we walk in the world of safe people, and at night we walk into our houses and burn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iowa oh ooo oh, iowa oh ooooh ooo oh i-iowa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I long to fall just a little bit, to dance out of the lines and stray from the light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I fear that to fall in love with you is to fall from a great and gruesome height.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I asked a friend about it, on a bad day, her husband had just left her,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She sat down on the chair he left behind, she said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is love, where did it get me? whoever thought of love is no friend of mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ioway oh ooo oh, iowa oh ooooh ooo oh i-iowa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once I had everything, I gave it up for the shoulder of your driveway and the words I’ve never felt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so for you, I came this far across the tracks, ten miles above the limit, and with no seatbelt, and I’d do it again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For tonight I went running through the screen doors of discretion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were a-wandering out on the hills of iowa and you were not thinking of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ioway oh ooo oh, iowa oh ooooh ooo oh i-iowa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ioway oh ooo oh, iowa oh ooooh ooo oh i-iowa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113497143606553256?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113497143606553256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113497143606553256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113497143606553256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113497143606553256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-christmas-break.html' title='Another Christmas Break'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113279006371274630</id><published>2005-11-23T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T15:54:23.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List for Thanksgiving Break</title><content type='html'>* Finish proofing new story about Clytemnestra.&lt;br /&gt;* Write author's commentary on Clytemnestra&lt;br /&gt;* Write author's commentary on Daphne&lt;br /&gt;* Re-write dialogue in Apollo and Hyacinthus story&lt;br /&gt;* Write author's commentary on Io and Prometheus&lt;br /&gt;* Read Kate's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that can stand to be done, but probably won't be this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;* Review author's commentary on Io story&lt;br /&gt;* Review author's commentary on Apollo and Hyacinthus story&lt;br /&gt;* Create new outline for final IS essay&lt;br /&gt;* Add bits about Aristotle into IS&lt;br /&gt;* Clarify the theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113279006371274630?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113279006371274630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113279006371274630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113279006371274630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113279006371274630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-do-list-for-thanksgiving-break.html' title='To-Do List for Thanksgiving Break'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113168978833083321</id><published>2005-11-10T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:16:28.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From euphoric giddieness to self doubt.</title><content type='html'>Saw that in an away message tonight. Describes a lot, doesn't it? Pretty much sums up how I have felt nearly every night of the week for the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a long time, but that is because I am busy, and my stress levels are astronomic.  I'm being a very good president to Love Out Loud, but I don't feel like I'm being good anywhere else in my life. I haven't focused on classes. I feel like I am being inattentive to other people because I simply don't have the time to talk. My stress is causing me to be unsympathetic to other people's problems, and I don't like that quality about myself. I haven't even been reading other people's LJs. I haven't had time to follow up on either the boy or the girl, and as a result, I may have lost my chance with both. I am either confused by mixed signals and sudden apathy, don't know how to interrupt a busy life that has little intersection with mine, or just too tired to make the effort after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ex started IMing my again, but I don't want to go into that in detail. I'm mad at him, but we still talk. Actually, sometimes he's the only person I talk to, as no one is around in the evening anymore, except him. I don't know how I feel about my Ex being the only person I can talk to about stuff. If he was this receptive before, I might never have broken up with him. But if he were this receptive before, he would not have been ignoring me for 2 months, so the point is kinda moot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really want to do right now is spend all my time talking with a lover of the non-temporary sort, writing the IS which I absolutely adore, even if I spend a lot of time ignoring it, and thinking about what I'm going to do with my future. I haven't even had time to look for colleges or study for the GRE, even though I know from my summer research that I'm going to have to turn in my paperwork by early January in order to get a librarianship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not everything, not by a long shot. To put it more concisely, I'm having a hard time reconciling what I see to be my responsibility with what is going to make me happy. I think I have resolved, no matter what happens in the future, to never again take up a leadership position in an activist group once I graduate from Hanover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113168978833083321?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113168978833083321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113168978833083321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113168978833083321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113168978833083321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/11/from-euphoric-giddieness-to-self-doubt.html' title='From euphoric giddieness to self doubt.'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-113011299482536704</id><published>2005-10-23T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:16:34.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In which the author apologizes for her latest foray into the world of the blogger-emo</title><content type='html'>Yes. Judas is totally calling him a &lt;a href="http://jesus-christ-superstar-lyrics.wonderlyrics.com/Argument.html"&gt;jaded mandarin&lt;/a&gt;.The debate has been solved. So... Anyone know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who IM'd me over my "life sucks" post. Things are better now. Still freaking hectic, and there are all sorts of new dramas in areas of my life that didn't used to exist, and none of them have been resolved. But I won't bug ya'll over that, despite my latest emo-girl lapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to get everyone in the mood for Halloween, here is a &lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/sabotage/pumpkin_carve.asp"&gt;tutorial on pumpkin carving!&lt;/a&gt; Follow it through to the end, they let you carve your own Jack-o-Lantern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-113011299482536704?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113011299482536704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=113011299482536704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113011299482536704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/113011299482536704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-which-author-apologizes-for-her.html' title='In which the author apologizes for her latest foray into the world of the blogger-emo'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112968820763042672</id><published>2005-10-18T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:16:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, in all of his orange-y goodness</title><content type='html'>Translating Greek in the library with Sean. Need. Distraction. They have no solitaire on the computers in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note: Jesus Christ Superstar. Trials and Tribulations. Is Judas calling Jesus a jaded mandarin? This has bugged me for years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112968820763042672?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112968820763042672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112968820763042672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112968820763042672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112968820763042672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/10/jesus-in-all-of-his-orange-y-goodness.html' title='Jesus, in all of his orange-y goodness'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112942858461293491</id><published>2005-10-15T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:09:44.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well. Life sucks.</title><content type='html'>Stuff happened. Then other stuff happened. Then a whole bunch of stuff happened, pretty much all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in conclusion, life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112942858461293491?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112942858461293491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112942858461293491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112942858461293491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112942858461293491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-life-sucks.html' title='Well. Life sucks.'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112926337363562694</id><published>2005-10-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:16:13.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Jenny demands an update.</title><content type='html'>Therefore, I take a break from my busy schedule to bring you links. Does your Mom send you stuff like this? No? Okay. Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each one is handmade, crocheted by me, and unique. Like snowflakes. But better, &lt;a href="http://www.crochetmycrotch.com/"&gt;and more vagina-ey.&lt;/a&gt; "Clit piercings are 50 cents extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of the &lt;a href="http://sewing.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&amp;sdn=sewing&amp;amp;zu=http%3A%2F%2Fwrights.com%2Fclass%2Fapparel%2Fbra_purse%2Fbra_purse.htm"&gt;latest fashion crazes&lt;/a&gt; among the art community."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've decided I have a "type." I've always maintained that I do not have a "type." But I was wrong. Blonde, nicotine-addicted British women with attitude. I mean, you got Sir Integra, you got Jenny Sparks... okay, those are the only ones I can think of. But still. Every fandom needs a blonde, nicotine-addicted Britiksh woman with attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm thinking there needs to be a "Hermann Frankel Sucks" website. I'll tell you why when I'm not so freaking busy. I have a growing list of rants that need airing: Hermann Frankel, why the concept of virginity is inherhently dumb, etc. Not all my rants are related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112926337363562694?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112926337363562694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112926337363562694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112926337363562694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112926337363562694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-jenny-demands-update.html' title='Okay, Jenny demands an update.'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112797269681137194</id><published>2005-09-28T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:44:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* Uschi.</title><content type='html'>So, today Uschi called me an uncharitable wench. *giggle* This is probably the harshest she has ever spoken to me. *giggle* I probably shouldn't find this nearly as amusing as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112797269681137194?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112797269681137194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112797269681137194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112797269681137194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112797269681137194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-heart-uschi.html' title='I *heart* Uschi.'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112785128845526173</id><published>2005-09-27T13:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T13:01:28.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IS Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pomona and Vertumnus:&lt;/b&gt;Turned in a final rough draft on Friday. Almost couldn't hand it over, because I still think it sucks. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daphne:&lt;/b&gt;This is possibly the most wonderful story I've ever written, except for how I hate the ending. I mean, she turns into a tree! What do you do with that? I had a meaningful ending all worked out, then I went and changed my main focus of the rest of it, and... it all fell apart. I hate stories that are wonderful is every way, shape, and form, and then fall apart on the last page. Don't know what I'm going to do about that. I've spent the last 2 hours talking to Lana and watching Foamy, and really, I got nuthin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Lana gave me C's phone number. I suppose I could call, but I probably won't at this point. What's really amazing is how little time I actually spend thinking about this situation, except when it's brought up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112785128845526173?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112785128845526173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112785128845526173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112785128845526173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112785128845526173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-update_112785128845526173.html' title='IS Update'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112723246895254582</id><published>2005-09-20T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T09:07:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>So, a very important part of the writing and re-writing process is playing solitaire. Especially when you think what you're writing is shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112723246895254582?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112723246895254582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112723246895254582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112723246895254582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112723246895254582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/09/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112716679399783453</id><published>2005-09-19T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:53:14.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not A God Damned Compass!</title><content type='html'>So, I was going to wait the whole two weeks, but screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull sublunary lovers' love&lt;br /&gt;    — Whose soul is sense — cannot admit &lt;br /&gt;Of absence, 'cause it doth remove     &lt;br /&gt;        The thing which elemented it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112716679399783453?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112716679399783453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112716679399783453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112716679399783453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112716679399783453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-not-god-damned-compass.html' title='I&apos;m Not A God Damned Compass!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112710851306102944</id><published>2005-09-18T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:41:53.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL Movie Night</title><content type='html'>LOL had its first Movie Night tonight. We had 10 people in attendance, more than I usually expect for something like that. We watched Big Eden, which is quite possibly the most romantic thing I've seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In slightly related news, I checked on Amazon.com, and season 2 of "The L-Word" is out on DVD. So as soon as I scrounge up $40...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112710851306102944?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112710851306102944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112710851306102944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112710851306102944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112710851306102944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/09/lol-movie-night.html' title='LOL Movie Night'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112706595510459076</id><published>2005-09-18T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:52:35.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Aunt!</title><content type='html'>Early Friday morning, my best friend since the beginning of time had her baby. Gabriel Alexander Moore is 8lbs, 20 inches, and red as a little potato! As soon as he is old enough, I will introduce him to the joy of Batman. (Erin says no, he will have a bedroom decorated in Spiderman and the Hulk. But it's not about decoration, it's about introducing him to quality entertainment and the mythology of our time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of Erin and her baby. She went into labor late Thursday night, as I talked to her on the phone. You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got the problems with my FAFSA worked out - the Financial Aid Office hadn't reported our change in financial situation, because it's policy to wait and make sure parents don't get a job. However, it's all good, and I have a Pell Grant for this year. So my classes will not be canceled. w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Out Loud had it's first booth at Fall Preview Day! Rejoice! We've been trying for this for the last year and a half. It's good to see our hard work has finally paid off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112706595510459076?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112706595510459076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112706595510459076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112706595510459076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112706595510459076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-aunt.html' title='I&apos;m an Aunt!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112664764155254309</id><published>2005-09-13T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:40:41.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Boggles The Mind.</title><content type='html'>I am reading Aristotle. Of my own free will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112664764155254309?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112664764155254309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112664764155254309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112664764155254309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112664764155254309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-boggles-mind.html' title='It Boggles The Mind.'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112659299085984892</id><published>2005-09-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:29:50.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update. Short Declarative Sentences.</title><content type='html'>Weekend: Jenny, E, and Sharon came to visit. Went Renning. Watched Sharon buy very expensive Ren clothing that makes her look like a frothy fairy. Broke my glasses. Bought &lt;a href="http://www.printsandthepauper.com/show_prod_with_artist.php?image_num=44&amp;section=73"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; A good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Answered email, obtained new manga from Feenix. Printed LOL Constitution. Went to visit Dr. Nick, who was canning tomatoes, and appears to have lost weight. Avoided Dr. Nick's homework assignment. Roommate bought a light bulb that changes color every three seconds. It is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Comic Recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drunkduck.com/EtheC/"&gt;EtC &lt;/a&gt;- written by E, with talking refrigerator... okay, that's a bad plot summary. Soon, there will be evil poodles as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drunkduck.com/Moonlit/"&gt;Moonlit Night&lt;/a&gt; - also by E, now with lesbians! Not a humorous comic, but nonetheless good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112659299085984892?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112659299085984892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112659299085984892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112659299085984892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112659299085984892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/09/quick-update-short-declarative.html' title='Quick Update. Short Declarative Sentences.'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112550852802042988</id><published>2005-08-31T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:15:28.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, this is interesting...</title><content type='html'>What's the difference between &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/photo/050830/photos_ts_afp/050830071810_shxwaoma_photo1"&gt;"finding"&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/photo/050830/480/ladm10208301530"&gt;"looting"?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/archives/006681.html"&gt;Apparently, skin color.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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interesting...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112537172778419411</id><published>2005-08-29T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:15:27.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Ellie, how are you getting to College this year?</title><content type='html'>Why, I'm &lt;i&gt;driving&lt;/i&gt;, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does the Happy Dance of Transportation*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112537172778419411?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112537172778419411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112537172778419411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112537172778419411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14216445/posts/default/112537172778419411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-ellie-how-are-you-getting-to.html' title='Hey, Ellie, how are you getting to College this year?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16782029545577227861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01017203481151854188'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14216445.post-112494919483943565</id><published>2005-08-24T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:53:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mother, Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>Blond guys from Indianapolis, the summer before our senior year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I feel about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14216445-112494919483943565?l=nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensenotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/112494919483943565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14216445&amp;postID=112494919483943565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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