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You'll have pages and pages to look through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisainthefield.tumblr.com"&gt;http://lisainthefield.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a cooking blog now: &lt;a href="http://lisacancook.tumblr.com"&gt;http://lisacancook.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a permanent move for now, I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-471375930777506495?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/471375930777506495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=471375930777506495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/471375930777506495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/471375930777506495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-yall-ive-moved-over-to-tumblr-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-5142203683168715667</id><published>2010-01-16T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:18:07.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Earthquake Hits Haiti</title><content type='html'>I just donated to the Red Cross' effort in Haiti. So can &lt;a href="http://american.redcross.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ntld_main&amp;amp;s_src=RSG000000000&amp;amp;s_subsrc=RCO_FrontPagePanel"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information: &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2010/01/12/GA2010011203712.html?hpid=artslot"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-5142203683168715667?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5142203683168715667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=5142203683168715667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5142203683168715667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5142203683168715667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/major-earthquake-hits-haiti.html' title='Major Earthquake Hits Haiti'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2490842353509881827</id><published>2009-12-19T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:57:58.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sy3Y5ToJjsI/AAAAAAAABQM/kXWlqi4CNK4/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sy3Y5ToJjsI/AAAAAAAABQM/kXWlqi4CNK4/s400/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417224405829390018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;via: &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2490842353509881827?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2490842353509881827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2490842353509881827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2490842353509881827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2490842353509881827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sy3Y5ToJjsI/AAAAAAAABQM/kXWlqi4CNK4/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6505534529370296622</id><published>2009-12-18T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:53:42.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Urban Dictionary</title><content type='html'>1) Your name?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;An extremely smart and sexy female with great hair and a great face. Nice, sweet and generous are words that go along with Lisa. She is funny and giving. Not a slut by any means but does like to have a good time. Always ready to party and her phone is always ringing. She will even fly to another state for a house party. She is self confident and blessed with good genes. She just has it all; all other girls are extremely jealous of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your age?&lt;br /&gt;twenty dollars worth of marijuana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) One of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Abby:&lt;br /&gt;The girl who always has a good time. The girl who is always making people laugh, and who is easily loved. The girl who is beautiful on the inside and the outside. The girl has slammin hips. The girl whose dedicated, and has a rockin family. The girl who is the best best friend ever, amazing all around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping:&lt;br /&gt;1.Gaining one's confidence and luring them into a desired area to kill or beat them because of something they have done.&lt;br /&gt;2. To masturbate furiously in your room while praying that your grandma doesn't come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Purple:&lt;br /&gt;Extremely potent marijuana, specifically marijuana buds that have a purple hue to them. Also accompanied by a fragrant, usually fruity smell and mad perma-grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Hometown?&lt;br /&gt;Vienna, VA:&lt;br /&gt;Names the 4th best place to live in the country, also in the richest county (fairfax county) in the country, you can imagine how rich people are. The cops fucking suck and spend their time pulling over madison kids because they have nothing else to do. Madison is the town's school, vienna inn the the best restaurant ever (especially for a hangover), wendys is the spot to be if nothing is going on, dont drive on 123 past 11:30, town curfew for minors is 12 its fucking gay, 5 minutes from the new and improved tysons corner (what a bitch) biggest mall on the east coast, all i can say is more fucking traffic, SUPERNOVA biatches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Month of your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;December:&lt;br /&gt;The month in which the hottest women are born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Michele:&lt;br /&gt;1.A girl who does not try yet always gets attention.&lt;br /&gt;2.Musical girl with a modern siren like vibe.&lt;br /&gt;3.A girl always causing men to "crash" due to her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;4.Highly attractive female who could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Badminton:&lt;br /&gt;A very dynamic, fast-paced game. Badminton requires a lot more agility and strategizing than most people probably think. You have to see it played competitively to really understand the energy and reflexes needed to be good at this sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Your last name?&lt;br /&gt;Preville:&lt;br /&gt;No entry for "preville" has been created. Create it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6505534529370296622?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6505534529370296622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6505534529370296622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6505534529370296622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6505534529370296622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/according-to-urban-dictionary.html' title='According to Urban Dictionary'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2762369873420573178</id><published>2009-12-08T23:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:36:41.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard Smoke</title><content type='html'>I want to do something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7640196&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7640196&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7640196"&gt;Wizard Smoke&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/salazarfilm"&gt;Salazar&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2762369873420573178?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2762369873420573178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2762369873420573178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2762369873420573178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2762369873420573178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/wizard-smoke.html' title='Wizard Smoke'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1022667399810781553</id><published>2009-12-01T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:59:32.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With Zane's help I ended up having a video of a campfire and I brought smores for my class! SUCCESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be reading, and because I'm not I'm going to be in trouble when this paper is due. At least I'm working on other projects instead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1022667399810781553?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1022667399810781553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1022667399810781553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1022667399810781553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1022667399810781553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-zanes-help-i-ended-up-having-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3815188079560739900</id><published>2009-11-29T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:53:41.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fack.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to abandon studying for the rest of the night and get some sleep. Tomorrow consists of cramming for my modernism exam at 1 and then working on a death and burial presentation. I'm just going to be telling Richmond Ghost stories, so I hope that's cool. Maybe I should bring a campfire and s'mores for everyone? That's a great idea, I just realized, but way too labor intensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving weekend was weird/fun/and predictable. It was nice to see the new house and toutes mes soeurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent a good portion of my night cleaning/sweeping/straightening/organizing my room. Now I have a great study space for Exam week and a pleasant bed to dive into when I crash. Currently Carrie Bradshaw is looking down on me from above my bed and I find this almost comforting (I'm moving on up!) but also depressing and kind of creepy. Carrie may be banished to a corner of the apartment trop vite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend can't come soon enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3815188079560739900?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3815188079560739900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3815188079560739900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3815188079560739900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3815188079560739900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/fack.html' title='Fack.'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1465104392213493296</id><published>2009-11-24T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:53:14.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Rocket</title><content type='html'>I just found out that I won't be a TA for Dr. Brooks next semester! ARGGGGG. His classes conflict with mine, so that's super sad. This also means that I need to pick up another class. I should probz consult with mom on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can switch my classes around so I can TA on Monday or Tuesday nights.... OR... he can let me TA his Intro to African Societies Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I gave what I thought was a doomed lecture today, but it ended up going pretty well! I was sufficiently interesting (meaning mildly boring) and managed not to flub-up too much. Success in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the peppermint White Hot Chocolate at "Rev it Up" (Where they apparently have coffee, wine, and beer, all at the same place. Extremely tasty, even tastier because Zane paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm self-admittedly a huge fan of hot chocolate. it's just so tasty. I'm bummed that this hot chocolate Idea won't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting about Internships today and in 20 minutes of conversation I became extremely self-conscious about the fact that I am applying for some of the most competitive internships out there. I'm still going to, but damn.... I need a back up plan. Like, I need a back up plan REAL BAD. hollly crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1465104392213493296?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1465104392213493296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1465104392213493296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1465104392213493296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1465104392213493296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/boom-rocket.html' title='Boom Rocket'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-45444958685391824</id><published>2009-11-23T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:34:49.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my (nonexistant) hip(s) don't lie.</title><content type='html'>1. Recently I've found myself crestfallen when I see I have no new email. What happened to getting 20+ messages by Noon?&lt;br /&gt;2. I was right, that was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put off French homework because I was in a funk. Mom would be so upset.&lt;br /&gt;4. I jump to conclusions, and I run with it. I shouldn't. I do. I'm sorry. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;5. I also over analyze.&lt;br /&gt;6. Need to email my teachers about my internships&lt;br /&gt;7. I need to get to Special Reserves sometime tomorrow or wednesday&lt;br /&gt;8. I need to call my rep.&lt;br /&gt;9. I need to get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm looking at my old roommate's pictures on facebook, and I am amazed at how all of her friends look so similar. Same hair, same clothes, same flawless makeup. I wear makeup, but I never look as well rested/well kept as these ladies do. Turning green....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be so glum. I could be like Demi Moore, whose apparently missing a hip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwtwN0BO67I/AAAAAAAABQA/HLCiTe6V9gw/s1600/demi-moores-missing-hip-11764-1258492175-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwtwN0BO67I/AAAAAAAABQA/HLCiTe6V9gw/s400/demi-moores-missing-hip-11764-1258492175-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539160192838578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-45444958685391824?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/45444958685391824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=45444958685391824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/45444958685391824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/45444958685391824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/1.html' title='my (nonexistant) hip(s) don&apos;t lie.'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwtwN0BO67I/AAAAAAAABQA/HLCiTe6V9gw/s72-c/demi-moores-missing-hip-11764-1258492175-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1193597163330426918</id><published>2009-11-22T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:07:38.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEEP.SLEEP.HEAP.HELP.KELP.FELP.FELT.FEEL.HEAL.MEAL.DEAL.DEAD</title><content type='html'>1. I need to suck it up. Jesus Christ. Divulging emotions to the exact wrong person might have unforeseen consequences. goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;2. Currently listening to the Glee soundtrack. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;3. IMs from a guy I was in a show with over three years ago are totally awkward.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I've mastered the elusive "Vrksasana" (Vrik-SHAHS-ana), otherwise known as "Tree Pose":&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwosZrJdUGI/AAAAAAAABP4/5a2Ln73id_8/s1600/HP_MAR06_Vrksasana_248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwosZrJdUGI/AAAAAAAABP4/5a2Ln73id_8/s400/HP_MAR06_Vrksasana_248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407183122202447970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to only be able to do the modified version, which has you balancing with your foot on your calf muscle, rather than high up on the thigh. But I've been practicing before bed, it's a good relaxer if you're interested in trying it. Full details &lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/496"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. My anthro paper took a much shorter amount of time than I thought it would!&lt;br /&gt;6. Currently listening to a podcast on Picasso's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guernica&lt;/span&gt;, if you're &lt;a href="http://www.nga.gov/podcasts/"&gt;interested&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm poor. But it's okay, I have my health.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cleaned my computer with a Magic Eraser. WORKED WONDERS.&lt;br /&gt;9. You know it's been a while since I worked out when I hurt myself attempting child's pose. BIG YOGA FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;10. Freddie Mercury had it right on a lot of things. but not on safe sex. (Sorry Freddie, too soon?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music I'm currently listening to/can't get enough of:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Hate_On_Me_Glee_Cast_Version_/23298298"&gt;Hate on Me&lt;/a&gt;- Jill Scott (covered by the Glee Cast)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Nantes/640837"&gt;Nantes&lt;/a&gt;- Beirut&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Battle_Of_Bongo_Hill/21771249"&gt;Battle of Bongo Hill&lt;/a&gt;- The Herbaliser&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Jungle_Drum/13807528"&gt;Jungle Drum&lt;/a&gt;- Emiliana Torrini&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/I_Will_Possess_Your_Heart_Album_Version_/7183435"&gt;I Will Possess Your Heart&lt;/a&gt;- Deathcab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Ye_Mera_Divanapan_Hai/22167344"&gt;Ya Mera Divanapan Hai&lt;/a&gt;- Nitin Sawhney (From The Namesake; the music in this movie is gorgeous)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Light_Bulb/23097877"&gt;Light Bulb&lt;/a&gt;- Rachel Goodrich (You might recognize this from a Crayola Crayon commercial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;          it's&lt;br /&gt;                time&lt;br /&gt;                         for&lt;br /&gt;                               me&lt;br /&gt;                                      to&lt;br /&gt;                                           go&lt;br /&gt;                                                to&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1193597163330426918?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1193597163330426918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1193597163330426918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1193597163330426918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1193597163330426918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/sheepsleepheaphelpkelpfelpfeltfeelhealm.html' title='SHEEP.SLEEP.HEAP.HELP.KELP.FELP.FELT.FEEL.HEAL.MEAL.DEAL.DEAD'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwosZrJdUGI/AAAAAAAABP4/5a2Ln73id_8/s72-c/HP_MAR06_Vrksasana_248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2944014042513326294</id><published>2009-11-21T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:45:28.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutally Honest.</title><content type='html'>God how lame do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all day working on homework, and only just finished part of it. Now I'm researching for my archaeology paper. What a wonderful way to spend my Saturday night. I feel like I've had more boring weekends than exciting ones lately. Maybe once all my exams are over it will be different.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwjK83fEZmI/AAAAAAAABPo/Klw5AFsygVM/s1600/81377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwjK83fEZmI/AAAAAAAABPo/Klw5AFsygVM/s400/81377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406794499693504098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Zane and I made stir-fry, and I thought it turned out really well! You can find the recipe we made &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Sweet-and-Spicy-Stir-Fry-with-Chicken-and-Broccoli/Detail.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. We used a wok I nabbed from my house last time I was up in NOVA, but I think a regular pan would work just as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tonight, I decided to use up the rest of the contents of my freezer/pantry, so I made bowtie pasta with shrimp sauteed in garlic and olive oil. It was good to eat something filling, but I wish this had been more flavorful, I'll have to do something different next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwjM2SGOy2I/AAAAAAAABPw/LY1iAqXg-5A/s1600/noname"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwjM2SGOy2I/AAAAAAAABPw/LY1iAqXg-5A/s400/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406796585601256290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm sitting catatonic on the couch, my eyes burning from looking at my computer all day, pretty much beat. I wanted to at least read my chapter I'm lecturing on, but that might have to be something I do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's agenda?&lt;br /&gt;1. Get up EARLY and head to the Richmond Public Library for some hardcore research on my archaeology paper, because this google-ing thing just isn't doing it for me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Anthropology paper on Amazonian Indians (This is going to take a ridiculous amount of time to complete, ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;3. reading my chapters for my lecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryn'a get back to yoga (as I have mentioned numerous times), I think I might do some breathing before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this weekend doesn't mark the beginning of an anti-social period. That would be pretty terrible timing, I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. I've just spent the last 30 minutes getting myself into a weird mood. Now I have to try and sleep feeling like this.... I need someone to cuddle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Zane to cuddle with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2944014042513326294?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2944014042513326294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2944014042513326294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2944014042513326294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2944014042513326294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/brutally-honest.html' title='Brutally Honest.'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SwjK83fEZmI/AAAAAAAABPo/Klw5AFsygVM/s72-c/81377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2362675004541382586</id><published>2009-11-18T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:05:14.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>downward-facing dog chasing a pigeon pose?</title><content type='html'>So begins:&lt;br /&gt;1. Saving money. I need to stop buying food and stick to my goddamn meal plan until it runs out.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating healthier: My fall back into a pasta binge has done absolute wonders (wonders!) for my figure. Too bad it's negative&lt;br /&gt;3. exercising more. I want to get back into yoga hardcore. Time to break goal #1 and buy a quality yoga dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleck bleck bleccckk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2362675004541382586?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2362675004541382586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2362675004541382586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2362675004541382586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2362675004541382586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/downward-facing-dog-chasing-pigeon-pose.html' title='downward-facing dog chasing a pigeon pose?'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1912882275808889518</id><published>2009-11-17T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:26:28.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning</title><content type='html'>This whole "ending a relationship because one person is leaving the country 2 months from now" and still having feelings for that person is kind of hard to deal with. During the day it's great because we still see each other and will continue to hang out, but at the end of the day.... it becomes very clear that we're...well... not together anymore. Things have evidently changed, and moreover, they have changed literally overnight. We don't hold hands while we walk anymore, we've swapped goodbye kisses for goodbye hugs, no more sleeping side by side..... and it all stopped with a hug and kiss at my front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to end things because it was logical, but how far does that hold? The reasons are clear, once you put an expiration date on a relationship it's bound to go sour, so you might as well end things sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a logical approach to relationships never promised easy transitions.&lt;br /&gt;It is strange ending a relationship when both parties still have feelings for each other....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1912882275808889518?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1912882275808889518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1912882275808889518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1912882275808889518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1912882275808889518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning-is-end-is-beginning.html' title='The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4839339681589094969</id><published>2009-11-11T09:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:18:00.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe you're the girl whose mother ambushes you at student health and demands to go into the exam room with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're failing out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're having more days that are bad than are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're struggling with addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your family has fallen apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have trouble making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've lost your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you feel isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're unsatisfied with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've deserted someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe no one misses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't know what to do when you graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've realized you've been setting yourself up for your future life so long that you suddenly realize that you've been missing out on it the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4839339681589094969?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4839339681589094969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4839339681589094969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4839339681589094969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4839339681589094969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-youre-girl-whose-mother-ambushes.html' title=''/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1041008756843777888</id><published>2009-11-10T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:44:15.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sorest of Times</title><content type='html'>I made a new studying mix, the only problem is that it includes just 10 songs. If anyone could recommend some great studying jams (No lyrics I can find myself singing to, please) that would be awessommme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby fucking Leventhal visited me this weekend and we had a blast. I miss that girl like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress with school has been completely overwhelming this week.&lt;br /&gt;1. nails were nice, and now all completely bitten.&lt;br /&gt;2. long nights.&lt;br /&gt;3. taking it out on other people (sorry).&lt;br /&gt;4. not hanging out with certain people (so sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today is the day to end all this stress from the weekend. I finished my archeology paper (ugh) and emailed it to my professor, and I have my french exam in half an hour. I hope I do well. The great thing about French exams is that I don't have class afterward like some classes I know (Modernism).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That modernism test was hard but better than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget that even though I have some free time, that's doesn't mean that other people will.&lt;br /&gt;bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1041008756843777888?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1041008756843777888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1041008756843777888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1041008756843777888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1041008756843777888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorest-of-times.html' title='The Sorest of Times'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-247057065666185063</id><published>2009-11-03T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:58:10.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before.and.After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SvEJrXXq8II/AAAAAAAABPA/2j3v0Cb0lno/s1600-h/Photo+63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SvEJrXXq8II/AAAAAAAABPA/2j3v0Cb0lno/s400/Photo+63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400108068806258818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SvEJrHPdmAI/AAAAAAAABO4/404Zz_ykU04/s1600-h/Photo+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SvEJrHPdmAI/AAAAAAAABO4/404Zz_ykU04/s400/Photo+46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400108064476862466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-247057065666185063?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/247057065666185063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=247057065666185063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/247057065666185063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/247057065666185063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/beforeandafter.html' title='Before.and.After'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SvEJrXXq8II/AAAAAAAABPA/2j3v0Cb0lno/s72-c/Photo+63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-839872908579443036</id><published>2009-11-02T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:11:10.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CROOZ</title><content type='html'>Plans for a 21st birthday Cruise to the Caribbean are officially set! I think is going to be frightening to be traveling without my parents for the first time, but also awesome to spend much needed quality time with my sisters drankin' margarrrrritas and getting smiggedy in style. I've always had lame birthdays, so this is going to be awesome! I plan on taking a billion pictures and hopefully snuba-ing through a sunken shipwreck! (I am completely excited about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, however, I'm in the library working on Grave analysis of some Monongahela sites. It's kind of boring, but also interesting. I can't complain, I would be in Modernism right now if my class wasn't canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially applying for a scholarship for next semester! I've never done that before, but I think it's worth a shot. It's a scholarship offered just for Anthropology majors who have written archaeological/anthropological papers. I have a couple, so why not enter them? Who knows if I'll get it, but I'll have a pretty good recommendation under my belt if I apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about applying for Internships at &lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/"&gt;The Met&lt;/a&gt;, just not sure what department I want to apply for. I'm thinking Egyptian Art, obviously, but I have to choose a back up. Ancient Near Eastern? Be fully advised I don't plan on signing up for Modern Art, Jesus. They have a costume Institute, which would be fun, But I doubt I have any real skills that would apply. I think I'm probably going to choose Egyptian and Conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 3 internships, 1 scholarship, and maybe an internship abroad. I just emailed a woman in charge of Education Abroad to see if she can hook me up with any advice about interning abroad. So many things up in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is ridiculous, I can't even think about everything I have to do. I have an art history paper that I haven't even started and it's due Thursday! oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight includes possibly thrifting with the boyfriend, salvaging my self-respect in French class/preparing for the exam, reading about Russian Constructivism, Outlining trends in these burials I'm looking at, and drafting out my paper on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warka_Vase"&gt;The Warka Vase&lt;/a&gt; and the destruction of the Baghdad Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh I am freezing and need coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-839872908579443036?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/839872908579443036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=839872908579443036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/839872908579443036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/839872908579443036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/crooz.html' title='CROOZ'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-906718872857946243</id><published>2009-11-01T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:59:39.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrowweennn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Su6RLUzfglI/AAAAAAAABOw/X088E6BvGw4/s1600-h/16058_1159520399177_1562790515_30703637_1201673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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My costume came out perfectly, I loved it! Special thanks to Michele who cut my wig and bought the blood, John who gave me the syringe I needed, and Sid for the white shirt!&lt;br /&gt;2. Didn't have to walk/bike in the rain&lt;br /&gt;3. Chatted up with people I haven't seen in a while&lt;br /&gt;4. kara had a blast and taught us all her signature dance move&lt;br /&gt;5. So many great costumes at the party! Inspector Gadget, Tron, Barack Obama, Zombie Housewife, Ganesh's Dad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-8453137641370426963?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8453137641370426963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=8453137641370426963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8453137641370426963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8453137641370426963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloweenall-saints-dayday-of.html' title='Happy Halloween/All Saints Day!/Day of The Dead/ All Souls Day/ Samhain/ETC ETC ETC'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4674567396265255122</id><published>2009-10-29T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:41:38.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALPZZZ</title><content type='html'>I've decided to retire the whole "The Way I See It" title... I'd rather just make something up on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged between classes in a while, so here goes. Today started out quite wonderfully, and considering my state of stubborn chilliness in this fall weather, and my lack of adequate footwear/clothing at this exact moment, I would love to be back in bed snuggling and hitting the snooze button. That would just be the cat's meow, let me tell you. I can see that it's drizzling now, and I'm going to regret my walk to Art History in an hour or so, especially if it starts to rain a little more steadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do for Halloween. It sounds like people are headed to UVA, Zane included, but I wasn't planning on leaving Richmond for good old "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samhain"&gt;Samhain&lt;/a&gt;" (pronounced: Saw-ane). I especially since hadn't asked Kara about it. Now I don't know what to do. If Kara doesn't want to go, I'm not sure I will either. And yet, I want to spend Halloween with Zane. I guess we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is comprised of full-blown studying. I'm taking the week off of work and focusing on academia for once, instead of the mighty dollar. Which reminds me, I need to check my Mint account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane has me hooked on this financial website "&lt;a href="http://www.mint.com"&gt;Mint&lt;/a&gt;" where you can set up your accounts and see how much money you're spending. I'm currently $60 under budget, which is good.... right? I never knew how much I was spending in one month! I think I'm going to adjust my budgets. Definitely check it out if you have as much trouble managing your money as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Winter break has been neatly and precisely sorted out: I'll be working 2 weeks in RVA, Home for three weeks (including our cruise birthday extravaganza) and then back to RVA for a week of work before I get into the full swing of the semester. Estimated profit from working the 9-5 at $7.50= $900 for winter break. Not that bad, and probably the best I'll do considering how busy I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to love and hate winter break. I'm going to love working and being home, but that also means it's closer to January 5th, a date I'm not looking so forward to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having no school work to worry about will hopefully be as relaxing as I imagine it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, until winter break comes, I have a lot of work to do!&lt;br /&gt;1. 4 internship applications to turn in for Summer 2010 (and maybe more...)&lt;br /&gt;2. Finishing up all my classes&lt;br /&gt;3. Saving monneeyyy&lt;br /&gt;So many other things I can't think of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Halloween this weekend, kara's leaving the next weekend, Christina visits the weekend after, and then it's thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus!:&lt;br /&gt;1. Archaeology paper due in 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;2. Art History paper due.... really soon!&lt;br /&gt;3. Andean paper rewrite!&lt;br /&gt;4. Modernism Test!!&lt;br /&gt;5. French exam!&lt;br /&gt;6. Ethnography paper!&lt;br /&gt;7. Lecturing a class on Kinship in Anthro!&lt;br /&gt;8. Possibly submitting a paper for the North American Archaeology conference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm going to handle all of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4674567396265255122?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4674567396265255122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4674567396265255122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4674567396265255122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4674567396265255122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/alpzzz.html' title='ALPZZZ'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6992222764361355022</id><published>2009-10-16T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:26:44.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm The Girl That....</title><content type='html'>1. Takes too much pleasure in the feel of soft bed sheets&lt;br /&gt;2. Occasionally washes her hands for 10 minutes just to relax.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dislikes coffee/tea but loves hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4. Worried her childhood dreams won't meet their expectations.&lt;br /&gt;5. Frequently forgets her aspiration to be thinner, until she's halfway through a bag of Kitkats and can't seem to see the need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;6. Wants to be effortlessly flexible&lt;br /&gt;7. Is realizing that just because she is studying anthropology, it doesn't mean she is chained to a life of archaeological digs and begging for grants.&lt;br /&gt;8. Wants to get into an Ivy League... and do well.&lt;br /&gt;9. Spends way too much energy on school.... It's a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;10. Is joining an honor society (besides Thespian society) for the first time in her academic career. For the discounts....&lt;br /&gt;11. Think that she's probably going to end up going to an Arts school for Graduate study... In New York City.&lt;br /&gt;12. Wants to sleep, literally, for an entire day(s)&lt;br /&gt;13. Can be both ecstatic and sad at the fact her boyfriend is studying abroad in the middle east next semester.&lt;br /&gt;14. Can be confused and certain at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6992222764361355022?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6992222764361355022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6992222764361355022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6992222764361355022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6992222764361355022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-girl-that.html' 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href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/way-i-see-it-597.html' title='The Way I See It # 597'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2678925932616787785</id><published>2009-10-06T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:40:05.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 596</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hamburger/fries&lt;br /&gt;Pasta&lt;br /&gt;KitKats&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;Mac N Cheeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a fatty-foods kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling uninspired lately. Maybe I'm jealous of all of my friends who are studying art. I wish I had more excuses/motivations to be more artistic. I kind of miss theatre. I really miss reading plays and designing sets and lighting, and putting together inspiration boards. I kind of want to buy a large cork board and go to town. I think that having an inspiration board  might be nice. I have a notebook that is slowly being filled, but I might like having something that I can see when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to paint a wall with Chalkboard paint. I might settle for the back of the door to my room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this desire to find dropped notes from people around campus, but I'm not sure how often this happens. I also kind of want to take a few hours and write notes to stick into the books at Cabell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that I really miss singing. I wish I had more musical soundtracks to sing along to. My friend Michele recently put up her own piano recordings on facebook and myspace, and I was really impressed! I never pegged her as a musical person, so it was really cool to see that out of the blue. I wonder if I could take a singing class with VCU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I need to step up my game. I feel like I am in a rut looks wise. Not to complain or anything, but I used to really care about the clothes I wore and how I look, and something happened since last year, and now I think I look like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="zemanta-img zemanta-action-dragged" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31703752@N04/3552371926"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3632/3552371926_9e5cbe8186_m.jpg" alt="Description unavailable" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image by &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31703752@N04/3552371926"&gt;dno1967&lt;/a&gt; via Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my french class this morning we listened to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDtqGdtLkTc"&gt;"Victime de la Mode" by McSolaar&lt;/a&gt;, which is a song about this girl Dominique who struggles to keep up with the fashion of being thin and beautiful. We talked about peer pressures that people my age face, and body image came up. I think everyone has insecurities. I do, every now and then. My french teacher said "L'enfer, c'est les autres" (Hell is the others), which is actually a quotation from Sartre. She asked us if MCSolaar's advice, "&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;L’essentiel est d’être vraiment bien dans sa peau" (It's essential to feel good in your skin) w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;as easy to follow, and we all agreed that it wasn't. Every time I look at a magazine I feel bad, and I'm not even overweight. I think that this super-thin image the media feeds us is really detrimental. I remember writing a paper on appearance discrimination, and for researc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;h I looked through magazine and advertisements, and e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;ven though I knew the images had been retouched, and I knew that they were spreading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt; falsities, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; wanted to look like that. Even though I was writing about how the media is wrongly persuading girls they aren't good enough, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;d that it should be stopped, it was affecti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;ng me just like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that was a long time ago, and even though everyone once in a while I feel doubtful, it quickly vanishes... probably just like everyone else in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt; the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have been keeping me occupied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnH3ms9JI/AAAAAAAABMY/ba_IB_GouF4/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnH3ms9JI/AAAAAAAABMY/ba_IB_GouF4/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389725870194488466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Modern Art&lt;br /&gt;(above: "Lorette Reclining" by Henri Matisse 1916-1917)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnHo-niSI/AAAAAAAABMQ/5dML3o1MblY/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnHo-niSI/AAAAAAAABMQ/5dML3o1MblY/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389725866268264738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolat Chaud (pour les soirs froids d'automne)&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate for cold Autumn evenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnHBknIbI/AAAAAAAABMI/ldmQJne5kXU/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnHBknIbI/AAAAAAAABMI/ldmQJne5kXU/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389725855690203570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candle light&lt;br /&gt;(to blog by...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fnt0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnGoEcwOI/AAAAAAAABMA/ccNqDxC3pNI/s1600-h/pawn+rolltop+bag+%24180.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnGoEcwOI/AAAAAAAABMA/ccNqDxC3pNI/s400/pawn+rolltop+bag+%24180.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389725848844419298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need for a new school bag&lt;br /&gt;(But a persistent lack of funding...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnGHM88fI/AAAAAAAABL4/8nO1MdfoEzQ/s1600-h/2845-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SswnGHM88fI/AAAAAAAABL4/8nO1MdfoEzQ/s400/2845-32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389725840021713394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working on my Pigeon Pose&lt;br /&gt;"Eka Pada Rajakapotasana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Images via: Google, Getty, Yoga Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; 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I woke up at 5 AM this morning to work on a photoshoot before class. It was fun, and they offered me a job as an actual photo assistant, but I had to turn it down.... I have so much going on already! +5 points (for flattery)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I had lox for breakfast and it may, or may not, have been worth the $9 I spent. Alpine Bagel you tease me so... -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total= 2 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. French class was a success, and my classmates complimented me on my accent. +5 points! However, if that talent only translated into my writing abilities. looks like I'm going to have to do test corrections... -5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Death and Burial presentations went well, all I need to do now is start on my exam paper. +3 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I may, or may not, but probably will fall asleep in art history. -3 points. i missed last class, so I'll need to talk to my teacher about getting onto the blackboard group. BUT I think I did well on my test the class before +4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total= 6 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I watched Glee last night! &lt;3 Kristen Chenoweth +10 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total=16 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tonight consists of catching up on my reading for art history (Modernism) because I think I have a test on Monday. I need to look into this further. +2 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think my Mac battery charger is officially dead.... -10 points and -$80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have +20 hours on my schedule for this week, and next week will be nearly 14 hours! +5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total= 11 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so not bad for this week. I still have a ton of work to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Weekend:&lt;br /&gt;1. Modernism reading/studying! Test on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;2. French Corrections&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish "The Hold Life Has" for South American Ethnography.&lt;br /&gt;4. Grade exams for Intro class. (mark attendance)&lt;br /&gt;5. Read for Intro class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6798104943107213358?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6798104943107213358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6798104943107213358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6798104943107213358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6798104943107213358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/way-i-see-it-595.html' title='The Way I See It # 595'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-7935437734332183727</id><published>2009-09-22T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:08:08.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 594</title><content type='html'>Law and Order SVU seriously distracts me. It has taken me so long to rewrite my paper on the Inca... but I am finally done, and it is a lot better than the last one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's activities include 8AM yoga with Christina, coffee date after, work at 10:30, and then class, and some major studying for my french exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has been decided that due to lack of funds and ridiculous scheduling, a previously planned venture to Philadelphia to visit my friend Abby will have to be pushed back to possibly early next year. Harrumphing ensues. Although, this will give me some time to actually save up some money for the occasion. Plus I will then be 21 and this might make Philly more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with the leggings I bought. I want to wear them everywhere. Except that I understand how terrible that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for yoga tomorrow morning, but this means I need to get to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-7935437734332183727?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7935437734332183727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=7935437734332183727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7935437734332183727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7935437734332183727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-i-see-it-594.html' title='The Way I See It # 594'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-5976985267011755937</id><published>2009-09-21T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:48:31.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 593</title><content type='html'>So even though I managed to do pretty well on my last test in Modernism, I'm determined to crush this class, and so I'm in the library diligently taking notes on my reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually a hi-lighter kind of girl, reading and gliding my pen across important points, but it looks like this subject is too tough to gloss over (literally). Today is one of those days where I know I am going to be an enormous wreck at the end of the day. I will probably stay in the library to work on all of my school assignments because within five minutes of this morning, my room is a disaster area. I pulled everything out of my closet to find my beloved pair of black boots (which don't agree with 85 degree weather, and so are not gracing my feet at the moment), and I was too lazy to put everything back. I need to do laundry. I need to do a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to ( in order of importance)&lt;br /&gt;1. get my burial plot slides from Zane and do analysis&lt;br /&gt;2. read up on Modernism&lt;br /&gt;3. catch up on Ethnography reading&lt;br /&gt;4. french&lt;br /&gt;5. rewrite ethnography paper before the end of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start working faster. I do well, but I spend hours on everything, it's time to start speeding things up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-5976985267011755937?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5976985267011755937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=5976985267011755937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5976985267011755937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5976985267011755937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-i-see-it-593.html' title='The Way I See It # 593'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4872598866196283470</id><published>2009-09-20T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:56:40.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a photobooth kind of day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFalxKdcI/AAAAAAAABLw/IX0wzczdjrM/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFalxKdcI/AAAAAAAABLw/IX0wzczdjrM/s400/Photo+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383566727685240258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFaEms8NI/AAAAAAAABLo/Iofkv4AY3xg/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFaEms8NI/AAAAAAAABLo/Iofkv4AY3xg/s400/Photo+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383566718782992594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFZuaTNeI/AAAAAAAABLg/wiFsHd2TytY/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFZuaTNeI/AAAAAAAABLg/wiFsHd2TytY/s400/Photo+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383566712825394658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFY43NYUI/AAAAAAAABLY/xYZ76wwJNnk/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFY43NYUI/AAAAAAAABLY/xYZ76wwJNnk/s400/Photo+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383566698451132738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFYYLnUjI/AAAAAAAABLQ/f9BIQ7QDQ4Q/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFYYLnUjI/AAAAAAAABLQ/f9BIQ7QDQ4Q/s400/Photo+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383566689678348850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out:&lt;br /&gt;1. I just so happened to find clothes I like. Now I just need a credit card to purchase them with because they are obscenely expensive.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got an 81 on my heinous art history exam! Suck it!&lt;br /&gt;3. Today is shaping up to be a better day than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;4. 6 months! wowiewowiewow&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm going to Fair oaks and Target today, and if I don't find something I will blow a fuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4872598866196283470?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4872598866196283470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4872598866196283470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4872598866196283470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4872598866196283470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-photobooth-kind-of-day.html' title='It&apos;s a photobooth kind of day.'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SrZFalxKdcI/AAAAAAAABLw/IX0wzczdjrM/s72-c/Photo+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4035596376623581878</id><published>2009-09-19T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:42:50.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 592</title><content type='html'>I made the odyssey to Tysons today with no avail. This sounds whiny and petulant. I'm going to stop there and not complain about my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4035596376623581878?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4035596376623581878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4035596376623581878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4035596376623581878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4035596376623581878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-i-see-it-592.html' title='The Way I See It # 592'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2295552314004922126</id><published>2009-09-18T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:20:46.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 591</title><content type='html'>I'm home in Northern VA for the next two days and I feel like a momentum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;picking up, but some things have reached a screeching halt. I've been researching internships/studying abroad for the past month or so, and allowed myself (stupidly) to get excited about an internship abroad in London for summer 2010. When I came home tonight all I had to mention was "internship abroad" and "It only costs..." and my mother threw my idea out the window. She says that paying for the opportunity to work somewhere, as an intern, is wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can see that. That would be a financial strain on me and for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I brought up another program for studying abroad and actually earning school credit, and she basically shot down any thoughts of studying abroad due to financial reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the money to study abroad, I have a hard time earning money, and I shouldn't assume that my family can pay for it. Needless to say, I was crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will have to re-focus my efforts on finding a [paid] internship stateside and put my wanderlust behind me (for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make a serious effort in saving my money. I need to get more hours at work, I need to diligently divide my paychecks and save a half of it every 2 weeks, I need to stop spending money on food and use my meal plan, and I need to prioritize where my money goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to think about/plan for:&lt;br /&gt;1. Trip to Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;2. Internships&lt;br /&gt;3. working more hours&lt;br /&gt;4. Golden key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been accepted into an International Honor society called Golden Key. I'm not sure if I should apply or not.... thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2295552314004922126?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2295552314004922126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2295552314004922126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2295552314004922126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2295552314004922126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-i-see-it-591.html' title='The Way I See It # 591'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3301014353289161517</id><published>2009-09-11T22:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:58:29.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sqs4PR4D2uI/AAAAAAAABKE/jXpfIkeB0x0/s1600-h/karla1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sqs4PR4D2uI/AAAAAAAABKE/jXpfIkeB0x0/s400/karla1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380456014971919074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sqs4OzhUKmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/9PLElaT2H0s/s1600-h/karla2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sqs4OzhUKmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/9PLElaT2H0s/s400/karla2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380456006823455330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karla has been NAILING it. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want new clothes like it is my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo credit: Karla's Closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3301014353289161517?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3301014353289161517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3301014353289161517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3301014353289161517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3301014353289161517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/karla-has-been-nailing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sqs4PR4D2uI/AAAAAAAABKE/jXpfIkeB0x0/s72-c/karla1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4870164446380653758</id><published>2009-09-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:29:11.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to Art History professor about missing classes? No one showed up for class today....&lt;br /&gt;Also talk to her about possible study abroad programs for next summer. Possible Digs? Need to look into this further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Begin studying for HUGE art history blue-book exam on Monday. I'm scared out of my mind about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Independent Study, is it possible to do it twice in a row? My TA position covers it, but I would actually like to do an actual independent study... Maybe I should have just taken the money for the TA thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Independent study topic? Urban bike culture in Richmond, VA. I've been taking notes and collecting applicable sources, and this sounds like an interesting topic. Possible application for an ethnography? That might be stretching it a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Possible dig opportunities with Jordan, I need to get back to her so we can do a dig together. I also need to pump up my School of World Studies passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. find research topic for Art history paper: Possibly the destruction/certain artifact at the Baghdad Museum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chop my handlebars and buy break-levers/new grip tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Clean my room (this is an ongoing battle that I'm just not winning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. go to French class, except that my teacher doesn't want me around if I'm sick. Phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Begin looking/applying/getting recommendations for internships for next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. don't worry about the future, worry about the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4870164446380653758?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4870164446380653758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4870164446380653758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4870164446380653758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4870164446380653758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-do-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-8204383300952083646</id><published>2009-08-31T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:30:48.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peux-j'être honnête pour une minute?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to shake my feelings from this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis perturbé.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai hâte.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis fatigué.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis inquiété.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis fragile.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis inconfortable avec me.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis irritable.&lt;br /&gt;Je vais en toute probabilité claquer.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis désolé.&lt;br /&gt; Je n'appelle pas assez.&lt;br /&gt;Je sur-analyse tout.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai faim et je suis dérangé que j'ai faim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les choses sont bonnes, je suis sur-analyser encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce weekend devrait être amusant. Je ne sais pas pourquoi je suis soucié de lui. Ceci sera amusant. Ceci est que j'ai besoin de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pense que je me rends compte, de nouveau, qui les amis que j'ai fait sont que je n'ai pas pensé ils étaient. Je suis effrayé cela, de nouveau, j'ai fait des jugements pauvres. Ce weekend me dérangeait. Je comprends que c'était une farce stupide pour dégonfler mes pneus, mais je devine je prends ce type de chose personnellement. J'essaie de ne pas tolérer de foutaise. Quelques gens ne comprennent pas cela, malheureusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that when I realize one problem, I make a habit of having all of my other insecurities compound on top of each other. Ceci est pourquoi je n'ai pas serré votre main quand vous avez serré ma main. J'étais serrer trop occupé mes déchirures loin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'étais pas le premier l'un s'endormir. J'ai été dérangé aussi pour me déplacer. Ce n'est pas votre défaut, vous ne pourriez pas voir que j'aie dérangé. C'était un nombre de choses que mon insécurité a éteint de proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je promets de serrer votre main la prochaine fois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-8204383300952083646?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8204383300952083646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=8204383300952083646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8204383300952083646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8204383300952083646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/peux-jetre-honnete-pour-une-minute.html' title='Peux-j&apos;être honnête pour une minute?'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1470938121234536739</id><published>2009-08-31T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:44:11.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was wearing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpyYd2_pDUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Pc-wZRF856k/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 528px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SplgE2SwlpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/vuCparPSYk0/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375433266653337234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE.AND.NOISE.HOODED.DOLMAN.TUNIC&lt;br /&gt;$42.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looked at Seigle Center's line up of classes for this semester. Yoga, Tae kwon do, and possibly capoeira? New challenges await!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4874454190877113516?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4874454190877113516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4874454190877113516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4874454190877113516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4874454190877113516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/silence.html' title=''/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SplgE2SwlpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/vuCparPSYk0/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1148370092082968859</id><published>2009-08-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:28:27.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 590</title><content type='html'>If I am at a party with friends, not drinking, I would really appreciate it if one of you straight-edge kids didn't TAKE THE AIR OUT OF MY BIKE TIRES. THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddammit. Who does this? I understand that those who are straight edge don't like people that drink, but I don't understand why you would specifically go to a party where people are drinking and flatten the tires of a random bike. MY tires. I wasn't even drinking! Totally unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't need people from my past haunting my present. That might sound harsh. Sorry, but I have a good thing going, and the last thing I need is for you to come around more often. I think I made this pretty clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came home to a cockroach. WHAT THE FUCK. I'm going to raise hell at Metro properties on Monday. The light in the bathroom also went out, and the fixture is impossible to figure out. the kitchen faucet still leaks, and the stove is about to blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also completely broke until Tuesday. This makes me uncomfortable, and I'm not sure I am going to like paying for things that aren't my responsibility, which I have to so I am grateful for, when I can't be reimbursed right away. I realize that this sounds whiny and petulant. I should stick to the fact that I'm not "really" paying for the bills. I think what I'm made about is my situation with Dad. He infuriates me about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1148370092082968859?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1148370092082968859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1148370092082968859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1148370092082968859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1148370092082968859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-i-see-it-590.html' title='The Way I See It # 590'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1249615190445599744</id><published>2009-08-27T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:11:40.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 589</title><content type='html'>Still debating between bags, I'm afraid that I'll choose one and then immediately regret it! Still waiting for some money to roll in... I know I had a pay period end rather recently.... hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting emails from my students in the class I TA for already, and it is kinda crazy to be answering students' questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get back into yoga, I'm so pumped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1249615190445599744?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1249615190445599744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1249615190445599744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1249615190445599744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1249615190445599744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-i-see-it-589.html' title='The Way I See It # 589'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2752729613964643357</id><published>2009-08-25T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:24:08.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 588</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about getting a new bag for school, and as I'll be riding around more frequently, going to and from class, and also running around for work, I have decided that getting a bag suitable for biking is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIfyVsCAI/AAAAAAAABII/jmOXs9_RkT0/s1600-h/citizen+buckle+bag+%24140.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIfyVsCAI/AAAAAAAABII/jmOXs9_RkT0/s400/citizen+buckle+bag+%24140.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374140703774083074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/bags/messenger-bags/citizen-buckle-bag---medium.html"&gt;Chrome Citizen Messenger Bag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone and their mom seems to have one of Chrome's "Citizen" messenger bags, and while I must admit I was (and still am) smitten with Chrome's numerous color options, the truth is that I will be carrying way more this semester than I think has ever been required of me, and I am not too certain that I will be comfortable with a bag that hangs diagonally. Not only does Chrome offer an array of enticing colors, but their bags are also lifetime guaranteed and completely water proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They offer other styles of bags, such as the "Pawn" roll top backpack, which offers the same lifetime guarantee and waterproofing, but letting it sit squarely on your shoulders. Several of my friends have told me that these bags are wonderful to have, and are extremely durable. The roll top allows for expandability for larger documents and packages, which would be useful for my job making deliveries for VCU. I also like the shape and style of this bag, despite the lack of cool colors that Chrome makes available for its messenger bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIXSZ7tPI/AAAAAAAABHw/Vyc8x1LsN8c/s1600-h/pawn+rolltop+bag+%24180.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIXSZ7tPI/AAAAAAAABHw/Vyc8x1LsN8c/s400/pawn+rolltop+bag+%24180.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374140557762999538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/bags/packs/pawn-rolltop-pack---small.html"&gt;Chrome "Pawn" Roll Top Backpack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to make sure I wasn't missing out on any other popular bag brands, so I researched some sites and found some other bags that I liked, and disliked for several reasons. Because I don't have access to most of the bags, as they are custom made and shipped out independently, I can't test them myself. So these reviews are rather preliminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIX7WHXNI/AAAAAAAABH4/zhZ32zdD7cw/s1600-h/Ortleib+Messenger+bag+%24130.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIX7WHXNI/AAAAAAAABH4/zhZ32zdD7cw/s400/Ortleib+Messenger+bag+%24130.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374140568752839890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ortleib.com/index_white.php?lang=en&amp;amp;m1=0&amp;amp;m2=0&amp;amp;file=p-search.php"&gt;Ortlieb "Velocity" roll top bag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ortleib gets rave reviews from several bike forums I looked at, and the bag that received the most praise was the "Velocity". I have to say a major reason why I like this bag so much is the color- it matches my bike perfectly. But practically, this bag is made of nylon fabric for water resistance. This bag is NOT water proof, but "splash resistant"; and it is "dust proof" described as impenetrable to dust. I don't think dust is a major concern in the Richmond area as much as rain water is. However, the "Velocity" has a slimmer shape than some of Ortleib's other bags, and has been reviewed as a better buy, and a safer buy, due to the fact it won't obstruct your vision when looking behind you. Personally, besides the color, I don't find the "Velocity" all that aesthetically pleasing, and over all a bit took bulky. I prefer Chrome's "Pawn" if only for the fact that its pockets help break up the strong lines, and give some shape to it. However, Ortleib's price is certainly sweetening the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIfUiYoWI/AAAAAAAABIA/XqgdjvKKXpI/s1600-h/freight+baggage+roll+top.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIfUiYoWI/AAAAAAAABIA/XqgdjvKKXpI/s400/freight+baggage+roll+top.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374140695774273890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://freightbaggage.org/"&gt;Freight Baggage Roll Top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;($230*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Freight Baggage is a retailer based out of San Francisco, CA and takes orders through email only. A ball park estimate of the bag pictured (size medium) is about $230, *but depending on the colors you want, and shipping, that is subject to change. These bags look more manageable in size (for my girlish figure) and have ample storage space, unlike Ortleib's "Velocity". Freight's bags are water proof and are almost completely customizable, however you don't have any clear pictures available on the site of what the colors look like. The customization is ideal for my situation, but the price tag and possible shipping costs from CA aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIXLxn1pI/AAAAAAAABHo/QzK2AT1lfo8/s1600-h/Seal+Line+Urban+backpack+%24109.95.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIXLxn1pI/AAAAAAAABHo/QzK2AT1lfo8/s400/Seal+Line+Urban+backpack+%24109.95.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374140555983312530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cascadedesigns.com/sealline/urban/urban-backpack/product"&gt;Seal Line Urban Backpack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$109.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seal Line is offering a true bucket bag here. I imagine I could take all my laundry without struggling, and also pack for a train ride home quite comfortably. A guy in my Religious studies course had one of these bags and I had always wondered what brand it was. The only draw back I see is its bucket shape, but the color selection makes up for it. The material used is a PU-coated polyester with urethane detailing. From what I saw of the bag in person, and from this material's description, I can only imagine that this bag is ridiculously slippery when wet. I'm not sure how I would like that. However, the roll top provides the water proof seal, and the closure is simple and effective. The price isn't too shabby either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIWwRclQI/AAAAAAAABHg/dPzG7evnTM0/s1600-h/Timbuk2+Hemlock+%24100.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIWwRclQI/AAAAAAAABHg/dPzG7evnTM0/s400/Timbuk2+Hemlock+%24100.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374140548600599810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timbuk2.com/tb2/products/backpacks/hemlock-backpack"&gt;Timbuk2 "Hemlock"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$100.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tibuk2, another popular brand among VCU students, just recently came out with the "Hemlock" bag, the first roll top in Timbuk2's line of messenger bags. A friend of mine has this bag, and it's.... in a word... really cute. I'm drawn to the orange, but being me, I can't bring myself to buy the same exact bag as someone else. I wish Timbuk2 would come out with a customizing feature for this model, or just some other colors! The bag looks great, the price is right, but it doesn't carry the lifetime guarantee like Chrome, or the waterproofing like Seal Line, Freight, and Chrome. And it seems like that is something I just gotta have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIWdObyaI/AAAAAAAABHY/0A3aqpehiSI/s1600-h/timbuk2+Swig+%24125.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIWdObyaI/AAAAAAAABHY/0A3aqpehiSI/s400/timbuk2+Swig+%24125.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374140543487691170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timbuk2.com/tb2/products/backpacks/swig-backpack"&gt;Timbuk2 "Swig" Bag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$125*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Timbuk2's other new arrival is the "Swig". It isn't a roll top, but the colorful flap sure is nice. This bag is also customizable, so the price is subject to change*, but their color options include cool tones, warm tones, reflective materials for night riding, and also blank artist's canvas which opens up a bunch of creative options for you artsy types. I, for some reason, have my heart set on a roll top, but this bag is nice in its own right. And the price isn't sooo bad. Even if it doesn't have the water proofing or the lifetime guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which will I choose? I think I'll wait until my next paycheck arrives to tackle that debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/65f7e114-193a-45bb-ab09-6c03c4a4400a/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_c.png?x-id=65f7e114-193a-45bb-ab09-6c03c4a4400a" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&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/5171313690473695708-2752729613964643357?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2752729613964643357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2752729613964643357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2752729613964643357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2752729613964643357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-i-see-it-588.html' title='The Way I See It # 588'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SpTIfyVsCAI/AAAAAAAABII/jmOXs9_RkT0/s72-c/citizen+buckle+bag+%24140.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-797799747679035816</id><published>2009-08-23T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:45:11.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 587</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/southernfood/1/0/E/d/2/blonde-brownies-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 423px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/southernfood/1/0/E/d/2/blonde-brownies-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Jaclyn has made a new blog!&lt;br /&gt;She's currently baking her way through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The  1979 Dekalb County Junior League Cookbook 'Puttin on the Peachtree'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy desserts of all kinds, you can follow her exploits &lt;a href="http://puttinontheblackacre.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-797799747679035816?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/797799747679035816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=797799747679035816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/797799747679035816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/797799747679035816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-i-see-it-587.html' title='The Way I See It # 587'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-7089699136473318793</id><published>2009-08-20T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:29:20.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 586</title><content type='html'>I'm going to take a cue from Lena, and start a list in order to rev up my posting. This may or may not be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First day of classes at VCU today. For the most part today was a successful day. My french came tumbling back into my brain after a two month absence, and I managed to correctly answer several questions this morning, and report on my summer with ease. And to think that I, embarrassingly, couldn't recite the number 4 in french just a day ago....(quattre). Death and Burial sounds like it is going to be an interesting class, and my Prehistoric Art and Architecture class sounds like it is right up my alley. My professor worked in a museum (check), worked as an art dealer for Sotheby's in New York City (check), is a classical archaeologist (check), and studied art history at NYU (check). All the things that I want to do! I couldn't believe it, and basically spent the entire class with my mouth hanging open. I went up and introduced myself after class, and offered to help her with her new gallery opening at Plant Zero, which she said she would be needing interns for. Very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think that everyone just needs to bite the bullet and get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think that I need to get used to the idea that there are people that depend on me. This isn't a one man show anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 5 months. The time is flying by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have heard that Gin and Tonics are where it's "at".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I need to get used to everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-7089699136473318793?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7089699136473318793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=7089699136473318793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7089699136473318793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7089699136473318793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-i-see-it-586.html' title='The Way I See It # 586'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-5477653077007240467</id><published>2009-08-10T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:59:09.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 585: Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SoCsGToT5VI/AAAAAAAABG0/-aTWbVrQtBc/s1600-h/DP18whiteBlackHubMSWFGF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SoCsGToT5VI/AAAAAAAABG0/-aTWbVrQtBc/s400/DP18whiteBlackHubMSWFGF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368479980174173522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Weinmann DP18 Fixed Gear/Single Speed wheelset Machined Side Walls&lt;br /&gt;$185.00 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-5477653077007240467?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5477653077007240467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=5477653077007240467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5477653077007240467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5477653077007240467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-i-see-it-585-wish-list.html' title='The Way I See It # 585: Wish List'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SoCsGToT5VI/AAAAAAAABG0/-aTWbVrQtBc/s72-c/DP18whiteBlackHubMSWFGF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6419843573382297315</id><published>2009-08-01T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:31:06.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 585</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened, but every time I have made the time to open up blogger on my browser, I'm suddenly overcome with a feeling of animosity. I don't feel like writing, probably because I have so much to write about. So much for blogging more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Wise as a photography assistant was both exhausting and interesting. The lack of health care on a community is ridiculous. The number of people that were helped reached thousands, and We managed to get some great pictures of the event. By "we" I mean Allen Jones... you can check out the event and pictures &lt;a href="http://www.vcu.edu/insidevcu/0907mission/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over drafted on my bank card obscenely, and now I'm afraid I'm poor again.&lt;br /&gt;I hate money. I wish it didn't exist. I wish it didn't control people, and I wish it didn't dictate my life and what I can do. I'm sick of money! However, when I do get more of it, I'm sure I'll be singing a different tune. What a love-hate relationship we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just moved out of my victorian studio, and into a new two bedroom apartment a couple blocks away. The move was hard, but Zane helped out, which was phenomenal, and now I'm currently unpacking and reorganizing my life. I'm writing from Cabell Library because I won't have internet until the 10th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to VA Beach on Tuesday and I'm excited to be totally relaxed with my book and a cold drink. I've decided to put an extra effort into my tan, because after getting some sun in Wise, I realize how healthy I look with a little more pigment in my skin. Cancer be damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now it is even more infrequent posting, and spending my time in a hot disorganized apartment until Tuesday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6419843573382297315?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6419843573382297315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6419843573382297315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6419843573382297315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6419843573382297315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-i-see-it-585.html' title='The Way I See It # 585'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-8309216190129417873</id><published>2009-07-22T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:28:50.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 584</title><content type='html'>I move in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing to Into The Woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Cleaning my apartment for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need light bulbs. All of my lights went out at the same time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-8309216190129417873?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8309216190129417873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=8309216190129417873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8309216190129417873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8309216190129417873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-i-see-it-584.html' title='The Way I See It # 584'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6494301540065679261</id><published>2009-07-20T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:35:15.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 583: Train Observations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This post was written while en route to Washington D.C Saturday night.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often forget the comfort of traveling alone. The independence, the wanderlust, the never-tiring view from my cabin window, lost when I am fixed to the city or the suburbs. I wish Richmond had it’s own metro system; that way I could enjoy the thrills of the city, and still be home in time for dinner.  There is news of revamping the trains system between Richmond and Washington, and I’m all for the change. I feel alone in my train-appreciation, and while the thought of having a bullet train with a 90 minute commute to Washington is mouth watering, it’s also semi-decidedly off the menu. The cost of creating an entirely new train system, including repairing the tracks that Richmond has, would cost well over 4 billion dollars. That type of moolah is rarely seen these days, well, for things that don’t have much consequence for the rest of the Country. Maybe our new Governor will have some affection for strategically placed pork and get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might enjoy going off on my own to travel and just “figure things out for myself”. On the one hand I would be terrified. If I told you that I was open to even the smallest changes, I would be lying. Being out of my comfort zone is difficult, I’m the first to admit this, and the first to try and address it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But traveling costs money. This trip alone will cost me $60 round trip. But the plumping of my savings account is encouraging now that I have two jobs. You’ll often find me scribbling down my accounts in my newly purchased treasury book ($12.00). Does this make me money obsessed? Who isn’t now-a-days? With unemployment looming, and my financial future in question, I’m not ashamed of breaking down my budgets, writing down expected profits, and planning accordingly. I think knowing how much money you earn, and how you spend it is more important when you’re young. Old habits die hard, they might as well be good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that at every important age you can look back and review what you’ve done with your life. This happens to be pretty depressing, but only because I’m so young. What would be more depressing is if I only ever amounted to what I was at this age when I am older. I doubt this will happen. I have big dreams, and when I honestly think about it, I am completely convinced that I am going to succeed. I don’t know if this is foolish or not. Perhaps it is the dumbest thing in the world to have high hopes and standards for yourself. I’ve always been one to have high standards, and I tend to hold people to them. I think that was a major reason my last relationship fell apart. I’m trying to do better, but I really think that my whole life will be guided by these standards that I try to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m growing up and learning how to take care of myself. This may lead to unintentionally hurting others in the process. No one has higher demands than my own mother (apparently standards are genetic), and while I have standards of my own, I am bound by hers first and foremost. I value our relationship, but sometimes I feel like I am a child. My acts of rebellion are often squashed before that can fully take effect, and almost always they are done in an attempt to prove my independence, and usually prove that I am, in fact, not smart enough to handle everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train watching is something I like to do while riding the rails. I tend to pick out people my age to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll describe the passenger to my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the second person I saw when I arrived at Main St. Station, and the one I focused my subtle attention to. A young man, around my age I would guess, standing at around my height was sitting in the wooden benches when I threw my stuff down. Slightly heavy, his hands were resting on his stomach while he peered past his glasses down at the book in his hands. He is mousy with curly brown hair, and instantly reminded me of a boy I used to go to school with. Constantly teased, he was the butt of every joke, but this boy sitting in front of me seemed fine with the wear, at first. His face was serious, mouth down-turned and stern, and slightly pursed. His attire was typical, camouflage shorts, nearly matching the rumpled duffle bag at his feet, and a dark shirt. He glanced up at me, our gazes met, and he looked down again. In a situation like this I rarely get intimidated. I continued to study him, and he either didn’t noticed, or didn’t care to point it out. It wasn’t until his raised his arm to adjust his glasses that my thoughts of my school friend were confirmed. Several neatly aligned scars were etched into his inner forearm. He’s dealt with feelings everyone feels, but responds to differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in grade school I would have been embarrassed and stunned. While stunned, I’m not embarrassed for him. Nor do I think of him any less, but I feel sympathy. Though I have felt the range of human emotion, I never once felt compelled to deal with it in that way. I’m grateful, but I don’t see this as anything other than my own controlled intentions. I don’t like to be out of control, and I guess that neither does this boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to us sitting across from each other on this train, and he received a phone call.  The first I heard him speak! I am disappointed by what I hear. Not only is he loud, but he ungraciously uses profanities, and I’m left wondering “Can looks really be this deceiving?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This train just passed over part of the Potomac, I assume, and the water was so still it looked like glass. I’ve never seen that before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6494301540065679261?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6494301540065679261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6494301540065679261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6494301540065679261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6494301540065679261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-i-see-it-583-train-observations.html' title='The Way I See It # 583: Train Observations'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6705014574428659528</id><published>2009-07-16T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:10:40.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It #582</title><content type='html'>A lot of things have been going on, and such, next week will probably be the most exhausting/busiest week of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave on Saturday for Northern VA to take care of some doctors appointments, and catching up with mis hermanas y mi madre. Then its back to Richmond for Tuesday and Wednesday, and then I leave early Thursday morning for a work trip to Wise, VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat this, WISE VA. That's a 7 hour drive with Allen Jones, a Photographer at VCU Creative Services. For the trip I am in charge of rounding up people to be shot, putting up and striking backdrops, and perhaps more importantly, protecting Allen's (well, VCU's) Hasselblad H3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20070918/hasselbladh3d-ii-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 319px;" src="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20070918/hasselbladh3d-ii-front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was told about this job, one of the "perks" was being able to work within a foot of this camera. If you do a little google search of this camera, and even the Hasselblad brand, you'll see why. A large part of my job next weekend will be to protect this camera when it isn't in the steady/fatherly hands of Allen Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6705014574428659528?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6705014574428659528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6705014574428659528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6705014574428659528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6705014574428659528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-i-see-it.html' title='The Way I See It #582'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1059143319868691913</id><published>2009-07-10T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:07:11.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 581: Hollering, and Other Curiosities.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had the displeasure (or pleasure, if that's how you roll) of being "Hollered at"? It's only happened to me a couple of times walking down broad, and for the most part it's rude, annoying, and all together unpleasant. But something curious happened the other day as I was riding my bike. I passed a girl walking on the sidewalk, wearing a really nice outfit, and I was about to yell "YOU LOOK NICE!" when I realized that it would probably be rude. Was I just about to "Holler" at this girl? I mean, no, in my opinion, but I'm sure that if I had yelled at her, she would have thought it was both weird, and awkward. Or maybe she would have liked it? It might have been a great ego boost to have some random girl on a bike compliment your outfit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1059143319868691913?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1059143319868691913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1059143319868691913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1059143319868691913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1059143319868691913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-i-see-it-581-hollering-and-other.html' title='The Way I See It # 581: Hollering, and Other Curiosities.'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-5149119327726166471</id><published>2009-07-05T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:19:08.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 580</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Stacks_of_money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/fa/Stacks_of_money.jpg/300px-Stacks_of_money.jpg" alt="Stacks of money" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" height="273" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Stacks_of_money.jpg"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Upon looking at her bank account, after spending too much money on some much needed essentials, Lisa was taken aback by the number glowing on her computer screen. Over a thousand dollars in an account that had only days before held a mere couple hundred? She racked her brain frantically thinking of what could explain the sudden increased in funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit her. It hit her the same way a pop-quiz hits a fourth grader, the same way it hits someone who has forgotten plans with a friend: Lisa forgot to pay rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springing up from her cozy place in bed, Lisa sprinted into her kitchen, threw open her bag, tearing it apart to find her checkbook. Fruitless in her efforts, she tore her apartment apart. Finally finding the checkbook, she scribbled a check in the poorest script she has ever written, threw on some clothes, and ran out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: Keep tabs on your bank account, and always remember the first of the month.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/5abdf01a-f506-449e-bca0-1c1e24477fbd/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_c.png?x-id=5abdf01a-f506-449e-bca0-1c1e24477fbd" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&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/5171313690473695708-5149119327726166471?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5149119327726166471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=5149119327726166471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5149119327726166471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5149119327726166471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-i-see-it-580.html' title='The Way I See It # 580'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-7380642127644992882</id><published>2009-07-03T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:30:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 579</title><content type='html'>11 o' Clock is usually the prime hour for a little snuggle time with Ben and Jerry (Of the "Half Baked" variety). However, I've resisted the very (very) strong urge to hop over to the 7-11 this evening, and am opting for cold water instead. I've realized that a lot of my snack attacks are usually the result of being dehydrated. I mistake my lack of thirst-quenching potables for actual hunger, and thuse the reason I always feel like I over-eat. So water it is, and water it will be for the rest of the summer, especially when working on my feet for 8 hours or so every day. As for working more now than I ever have, I'm enjoying the time spent being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that I've gotten to like a lot of the people I work with at Barnes and Noble, and when I eventually leave, I'll be sad to go, but I can always visit. As with VCU Creative Services, I may be working in a decrepit basement, eerily similar to what I expect any of the SAW Movies looks like, but at least I'm contributing something to the company I work for. Pushing buttons and handling cash for a major corporation can't compare to the smaller, more personal touch of an Advertising Agency that needs my help in redesigning their filing system. Dirt, roaches, and the promise of mice in the winter can't dampen the hopes I have for this job. I was calculating my hours this week and I think I'm definitely going to be pleased with my next paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgsrv.kyw1060.com/image/kyw/UserFiles/Image/poe_house_basement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgsrv.kyw1060.com/image/kyw/UserFiles/Image/poe_house_basement.jpg" alt="" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 223px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long hours are finally paying off, or are expected to pay off, however the only casualties of this work effort happen to be my feet. Standing, even with a support pad at Barnes and Noble, is a tough one, unless I want to wear athletic shoes to work. Lugging heavy boxes down flights of stairs and up and down off tables for cataloging isn't too peachy either, but I'm counting this as a positive increase in daily exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large part of my job also includes running deliveries. This poses a nice change of pace if I have been down in the basement for my entire shift, but I'm thinking about eventually getting a Chrome bag (eventually being the key word, due to the price tag), to help out with the packages I carry sometimes on my bike. Zane got a Chrome bag about a month ago, and it has only impressed me. It holds a lot, it's lifetime guaranteed, and would definitely help out with carrying groceries/packages/books/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enough blogging, my eyes have the tell-tale burning of bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/5c2006f5-e308-4a91-ad35-dc738a06b622/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&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/5171313690473695708-7380642127644992882?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7380642127644992882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=7380642127644992882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7380642127644992882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7380642127644992882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-i-see-it-579.html' title='The Way I See It # 579'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-917541239381353922</id><published>2009-06-27T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:20:08.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 578</title><content type='html'>The salad dressing I bought makes my teeth hurt, it is so pungent. So much for Kroger Brand items. Everything Kroger brand is so terrible. Why is Grocery shopping so hard? I went, and I bought bread, and when I got around to eating it a few days later, it was moldy! I buy better bread at 7-11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't gripe about the food I buy. I eat pretty well for being so poor. I manage to make all of my meals stretch, but this usually means that I eat the same thing every day. I make one large pasta dish that lasts me all week. I buy a jar of sauce, a box of pasta, and veggies, a protein, and extras. I wrote down some recipes from home, and I'd like to make them. I just need to remember to bring my notebook when I go shopping. There's also the issue of what I can carry from the Grocery to my apartment. Also my lack of kitchen appliances poses a problem for more extensive recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to a small cookout with Zane, Berkley, Ben, and Dre. I ate way too fast and way too much, but the company was good, and I had fun. Later tonight Zane and I went to the Jackie-O, where I had beer spilled all over me and had some rude comments about me made. Pretty much ruined the night, and I'm here at my apartment getting cozy and ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird what I do with my time online now-a-days, especially because I am no longer job hunting or apartment hunting. I am currently addicted to a facebook game, and it is down right shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that blogging is easily translated into "bitchy whining". I need to come up with more topics to write about. I promise I'll work on writing interesting things in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-917541239381353922?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/917541239381353922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=917541239381353922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/917541239381353922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/917541239381353922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-578.html' title='The Way I See It # 578'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6978324191435713181</id><published>2009-06-26T19:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:27:20.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 577</title><content type='html'>Today consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;2. Crossword puzzles&lt;br /&gt;3. Taking a hot and steamy walk to Carytown&lt;br /&gt;4. McDonald's for lunch&lt;br /&gt;5. Urban Treasure hunting in back alleys&lt;br /&gt;6. Dehydration&lt;br /&gt;7. Bike Riding&lt;br /&gt;8. Michael Jackson on the Barnes and Noble playlist&lt;br /&gt;9. Mountains of Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, my bug bites are stiff, and I still have to fold two huge loads of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peacefully sleeping tonight. YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6978324191435713181?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6978324191435713181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6978324191435713181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6978324191435713181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6978324191435713181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-577.html' title='The Way I See It # 577'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-8751379492312826053</id><published>2009-06-25T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:04:55.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 576</title><content type='html'>Hanging.&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting, it makes me feel like such a sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get distracted, for my own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-8751379492312826053?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8751379492312826053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=8751379492312826053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8751379492312826053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8751379492312826053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-576.html' title='The Way I See It # 576'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-710227830667607516</id><published>2009-06-24T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:17:27.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 575</title><content type='html'>I am thoroughly enthralled about my new job. I am working, officially, as an office assistant for VCU Creative Services. My duties include, making deliveries, checking printer paper levels, light cleaning of the conference rooms, retrieving and sorting mail, distributing faxes, and perhaps the largest responsibility I have: Developing, organizing, and maintaining a brand new filing system for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have a lot of experience in filing, this job is going to be huge. Their entire basement is filled with disorganized boxes, subjected to water damage, and general disrepair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss said that he was going to put me in charge of the project, and the way they file is up for suggestions. I'm kind of nervous/excited about this. I did some much needed filing in the Student Worker's office this morning, and within maybe half an hour I had all of the files put away, categorized, and ready to be labeled.  The guy I worked with, George, was impressed at how quickly everything happened, because apparently the files I was working with had been laying in several piles on the floor for several months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to brag.... but I will, because it felt good to get something done and have someone be impressed by it. To be honest, I'm worried about impressing everyone I work for. A lot of higher-ups from the President's Office come in, and I don't want to seem... I don't know... inept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. It was only my second day of work, and everything has been going well. I've already worked 7.5 hours. which, is almost as much as the bookstore scheduled me for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think having 2 jobs will be tiring, but I'm going to like it at VCU Creative Services. I won't be standing at a cash register, being watched on cameras, and being generally disrespected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and blog more.... that's a good goal I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-710227830667607516?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/710227830667607516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=710227830667607516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/710227830667607516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/710227830667607516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-575.html' title='The Way I See It # 575'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3154586292363748935</id><published>2009-06-22T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:47:41.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 574</title><content type='html'>I GOT THE JOB WITH VCS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SURVIVED RICHMOND'S EMPLOYMENT ODDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM. ROASTED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3154586292363748935?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3154586292363748935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3154586292363748935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3154586292363748935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3154586292363748935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-574_22.html' title='The Way I See It # 574'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1980867805536514405</id><published>2009-06-18T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:55:12.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 574</title><content type='html'>Back at the library. Today has been relaxing, although I'm still on pins and needles about this job with VCS. If I don't get it, I am basically back to square one. Which would really depress me, considering my work environment. So I'm nervous. This is due to the fact that I think my interview went exceptionally well. Had it gone poorly, I would not be in this state of nervousness, wondering if I actually did well, or I did well and I'm not what they're looking for. Tomorrow is the day.... I hope I get a call. I at least hope that if I don't get this job now, I'll get the position for August. But really, I want the position now. BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, today consisted of cleaning, chores, cooking, and later a Starbucks date with Dani. I rarely see this girl, and really, the only reason we're getting together is because I have a couple books she let me borrow and she wants them back. I haven't talked to her in a long time, so this should be interesting. We're going to the Starbucks on Broad. I was hoping to go to the one on Stuart, but apparently it was too far for her. I've never been there.... I will have to go another time. We should have gone to Crossroads.... I really like that place. I've been meaning to go read there, but I never get around to doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a blast. I went bowling with Zane, Berkley, John, and a couple of Berkley's friends down in Shortpump. I did much better than I thought I would, so that was a bonus. Berkley is really competitive, and it was funny to watch him either do really well or get frustrated. I think it was the most I have ever bowled in one night. I don't know how many games we played, but I definitely felt it in my arm this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight: dinner date, back to my apartment for pasta dinner, and then to Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a plan to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1980867805536514405?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1980867805536514405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1980867805536514405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1980867805536514405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1980867805536514405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-574.html' title='The Way I See It # 574'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4438581564330316018</id><published>2009-06-17T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:01:59.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 573</title><content type='html'>Considering for Graduate School:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Commonwealth University: Art History: Museum Studies&lt;br /&gt;George Washington University: Anthropology: Museum Studies&lt;br /&gt;University of Virginia: Anthropology/Art History&lt;br /&gt;The College of William and Mary: Anthropology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more schools to look in to... more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4438581564330316018?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4438581564330316018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4438581564330316018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4438581564330316018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4438581564330316018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-573.html' title='The Way I See It # 573'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-5499411015758333923</id><published>2009-06-17T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:06:08.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 572</title><content type='html'>I had my interview with VCU Creative Services yesterday, and I think it went very well! It looks like I'm well qualified for the job, I have organizational filing skills, and I got along well with my interviewer. Hopefully I make the cut, there's only one position available, and four other people are applying this week. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a T.A position, I emailed a professor within the Anthropology program, and hopefully he will email me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm basically checking every half hour for emails..... awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might head over to Crossroads later to read and waste time on my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-5499411015758333923?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5499411015758333923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=5499411015758333923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5499411015758333923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5499411015758333923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-572.html' title='The Way I See It # 572'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4541596159893018007</id><published>2009-06-15T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:06:20.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It #571</title><content type='html'>While I've been struggling to get another part time job, my thoughts seem to be wandering to my future career. I've thought for the longest time that I want to work in a museum, but as I have been exploring internship opportunities, I feel like there is so much more I want to do. Not only do I want to work in a Museum, but I want to do something with antiquities management, like work for the Art protection program with the FBI, or intern with Sotheby's, or at The Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC, or study at The American University of Cairo, or at Texas A&amp;amp;M University's Nautical Archaeology graduate program. I just can't decide, and I'm beginning to think, why should I decide? Can I have my cake and eat it too? Is it possible to do everything I want, or do I have to decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also considering becoming a TA, but after some research I'm thinking this might not be possible, I've heard the budget for the School of World studies has been shrinking rapidly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, Kara is coming to VCU next semester, we finally got an apartment, and I'm so relieved. I think she's going to like it here, at least her living situation will be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got my bike assembled, finally! It's a dream to ride, and I'm catching on to toe clips rather easily now. I'm pumped for some bike riding this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, I have a job interview with VCU Creative Services, and I'm really excited for it. I need this job, because Barnes and Noble is just frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for work today because my manager changed the schedule and didn't tell me, so I rushed to work in the rain, and didn't even get cleaned up or anything (because I need all the money I can get). At work, I was reprimanded by the top manager for wearing shorts. She said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LAURA! Are you wearing shorts.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already talked with her about my shorts, and I haven't worn them since, but in my rush, I didn't change clothes and so I was wearing shorts to work. ALSO. SHE DOESN'T KNOW MY NAME. AND I WEAR A NAME TAG!&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was going to fire me, it certainly seemed like it when she repeatedly asked me if I was aware of the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I rushed to work IN THE RAIN, and you're yelling at me about shorts? I bust my ass to get there because a manager changed the schedule last minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope VCS works out tomorrow. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4541596159893018007?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4541596159893018007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4541596159893018007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4541596159893018007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4541596159893018007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-571.html' title='The Way I See It #571'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3336689071330884968</id><published>2009-06-08T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:54:34.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 570</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Si3OjLuJ5uI/AAAAAAAABBs/BeZX8xlT-us/s1600-h/Picture+26.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Si3OjLuJ5uI/AAAAAAAABBs/BeZX8xlT-us/s400/Picture+26.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345155436595767010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Si3Oi2ttjUI/AAAAAAAABBk/qCNf8DOXAVU/s1600-h/Picture+27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Si3Oi2ttjUI/AAAAAAAABBk/qCNf8DOXAVU/s400/Picture+27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345155430956764482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Si3Oigd6mfI/AAAAAAAABBc/0C4Strhn0Vk/s1600-h/Picture+28.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Si3Oh62V5uI/AAAAAAAABBM/N4TBhtqamhw/s400/Picture+30.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345155414886835938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Floral Fashion show: The show, a fund-raiser for Village Care of New York, a health care agency, held at the Edison Ballroom in Manhattan, gave florists a chance to unspool their giddiest fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via: The New York Times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3336689071330884968?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3336689071330884968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3336689071330884968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3336689071330884968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3336689071330884968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-570.html' title='The Way I See It # 570'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Si3OjLuJ5uI/AAAAAAAABBs/BeZX8xlT-us/s72-c/Picture+26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2336020557594441554</id><published>2009-06-07T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:31:40.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 569</title><content type='html'>Today is looking up and I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Possibly nailing down an apartment! YES.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bike comes to Richmond!&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm seeing my mama and mi hermana and I'll be up in nova for a few days!&lt;br /&gt;4. I cleaned my kitchen and took out the garbage. I no longer feeling like a huge slob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2336020557594441554?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2336020557594441554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2336020557594441554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2336020557594441554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2336020557594441554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-569.html' title='The Way I See It # 569'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1705814301541272559</id><published>2009-06-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:28:56.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 568</title><content type='html'>I feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is pretty awful today. Earlier I was soaked through, but the rain has actually stopped for the most part, however humidity is thick, and once I step outside my hair is going to rebel in a pretty serious fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stand being in my apartment for right now. I feel claustrophobic, like if I stay here I'm going to start feeling miserable. I wish I had a milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is "Bookseller Appreciation Week" at Barnes and Noble, so I think I will head over there and peruse. There have been some topics I've wanted to look up. I might go to the library as well, I mean.... that would definitely be cheaper, even with the 45% discount that comes with Bookseller Appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to check back with all the places I applied. I'll do that. I definitely need to go back to VCU Creative Services and see if they're calling people. They said if not today, then they would be calling on Monday. Also, I need to go back to Elephant Thai, that seemed really promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left this Blogger window open and went to the bookstore. Now I'm back, and I've been doodling. I attempted another stencil on my foot, but it looks terrible, so I won't even throw a picture up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bonded with a co-worker over tattoos, so that was neat, and I got a book on Sailor Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bookstore was not as pleasant as I thought it would be. I walked around and looked at books, and found some awesome ones, but I guess it's just not the same when you work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... I'll have to head over to Richmond Books to get lost in the dusty shelves sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1705814301541272559?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1705814301541272559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1705814301541272559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1705814301541272559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1705814301541272559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-568.html' title='The Way I See It # 568'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-5766330296644722810</id><published>2009-06-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:35:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 567</title><content type='html'>I should have taken a nap before work. I went to bed at 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why I didn't take a nap:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apartment business&lt;br /&gt;2. Kittens&lt;br /&gt;3. Automatic programs on piano keyboards&lt;br /&gt;4. Hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took picture of Iris, I would have posted them, but that might be creepy since she's not my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 15 minutes until I have to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, I'm going to pass out when I get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-5766330296644722810?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5766330296644722810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=5766330296644722810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5766330296644722810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5766330296644722810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-567.html' title='The Way I See It # 567'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4920455197952802436</id><published>2009-06-03T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:20:22.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 566: Stencil Attempt # 1</title><content type='html'>I've been playing around the idea of tattoos for a while, and I've been thinking about creating a stencil for a Henna tattoo in order to try something out. The only problem is, is that the design I want to try out is much too complicated with shading, etc, to work in henna. So I've been playing around with simple lines, and black ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating the stencils have been both time consuming and frustrating, as I've been making them out of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some free time tonight, so I attempted to cut out the image of 2 cranes, but I actually ended up drawing most of it free-hand.... and upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the result, the picture quality definitely helps in covering up some of my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sic8FL55ihI/AAAAAAAAA_U/JSI5boUzfrE/s1600-h/S5002402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sic8FL55ihI/AAAAAAAAA_U/JSI5boUzfrE/s400/S5002402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343305542691031570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used water-proof liquid eyeliner, which actually holds up fairly well for a couple days if you don't scrub at it excessively. However, the application is tricky, and it's easy to over apply, and an unsteady hand is probably the most trouble you'll come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sic81ukU9TI/AAAAAAAAA_c/A8xCQHqlmoU/s1600-h/skin_marker_surgical_skin_marker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sic81ukU9TI/AAAAAAAAA_c/A8xCQHqlmoU/s400/skin_marker_surgical_skin_marker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343306376629515570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are surgical pens you can buy online, which I've heard are good for stenciling, as they don't rub off easily. The only problem is that they're surgical grade and are expensive. I think I'm going to sit these out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to go back to the drawing board, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4920455197952802436?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4920455197952802436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4920455197952802436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4920455197952802436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4920455197952802436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-it-566-stencil-attempt-1.html' title='The Way I See It # 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564'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-76391282264521880</id><published>2009-06-01T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:25:39.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunt</title><content type='html'>Applied/left name with:&lt;br /&gt;Cous Cous&lt;br /&gt;Nara Sushi&lt;br /&gt;Mulligan's&lt;br /&gt;Elephant Thai&lt;br /&gt;Mojo's&lt;br /&gt;Main St. Java&lt;br /&gt;The Jefferson Hotel&lt;br /&gt;VCU Creative Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to (excluding the above):&lt;br /&gt;Saigon&lt;br /&gt;Exile&lt;br /&gt;Rumors&lt;br /&gt;The Village&lt;br /&gt;Mezza&lt;br /&gt;Capitol Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I'm going to need to go deeper into the fan...&lt;br /&gt;any ideas of where else I should inquire?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-76391282264521880?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/76391282264521880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=76391282264521880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/76391282264521880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/76391282264521880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/job-hunt.html' title='Job Hunt'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6859202163948475926</id><published>2009-05-31T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:54:16.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 563</title><content type='html'>I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sad fact.&lt;br /&gt; I went job hunting and it was largely unsuccessful, but I did manage to turn applications into two places, and I'm hoping SOMETHING works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow= work 8-12, job hunting after, gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane comes back to Richmond tomorrow! YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6859202163948475926?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6859202163948475926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6859202163948475926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6859202163948475926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6859202163948475926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-563.html' title='The Way I See It # 563'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4682938469387075509</id><published>2009-05-30T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:44:19.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 562</title><content type='html'>SUMMER GOAL '09: Get in shape/drop a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gym everyday: one and a half hours in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elliptical programs: "Intervals" and "weight loss"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;combined total calories burned= 800+&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;800 cal/day=5,600/week=22,400/month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,500 cal= 1 lb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22,400/3,500= 6.4 (lbs) per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in one month, on this gym regimen, I should expect to lose 6 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping I have the will power and determination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4682938469387075509?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4682938469387075509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4682938469387075509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4682938469387075509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4682938469387075509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-562.html' title='The Way I See It # 562'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3324560512009017369</id><published>2009-05-30T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:34:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 561</title><content type='html'>I sometimes find myself feeling in a bit of a funk every once and a while. It usually happens when I've suddenly become very overwhelmed, so here I am again in a funk. I probably won't go out tonight due to the fact that there are so many things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things include:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dirty apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment has been driving me wild for a long time, and I think tonight is the night to both deal with the mess around me, and the one going on inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apartment Hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the perfect apartment, in the perfect location, for the perfect price, and because My father wants to play hardball, I'm forced to continue my search. I'm exhausted from looking for/at apartments, and I'm frustrated that I've done everything he has asked, and he still makes it difficult. Also, suddenly 2 bdr. apartments at a reasonable price/location have gone off the radar on Craigslist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job Hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found another job yet. I'm awaiting word from VCU Creative Services, and I'm getting super nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three things, amongst millions of other problems that have been sprouting up in my mind lately, are clouding my "mind's eye" and I just can't shake it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3324560512009017369?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3324560512009017369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3324560512009017369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3324560512009017369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3324560512009017369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-561.html' title='The Way I See It # 561'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6625670566437736355</id><published>2009-05-30T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:14:22.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 560</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to sound Gay or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think Angelina Jolie is the most beautiful woman alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SiDqbyf_0nI/AAAAAAAAA-4/bW4UhJ6Q6fY/s1600-h/angelina_jolie_tattoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 467px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SiDqbyf_0nI/AAAAAAAAA-4/bW4UhJ6Q6fY/s400/angelina_jolie_tattoos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341526921194754674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SiDqZfdGfHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/pJYkrBB_kak/s1600-h/ANGELINA+JOLIE+EN+ESQUIRE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 519px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SiDqZfdGfHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/pJYkrBB_kak/s400/ANGELINA+JOLIE+EN+ESQUIRE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341526881722596466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SiDqWZg5l-I/AAAAAAAAA-o/-N1uNrBX2Cw/s1600-h/angelina-jolie-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 521px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SiDqWZg5l-I/AAAAAAAAA-o/-N1uNrBX2Cw/s400/angelina-jolie-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341526828588308450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SiDqTEr3cDI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ZywLqWj0eaY/s1600-h/angie_sexypose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SiDqTEr3cDI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ZywLqWj0eaY/s400/angie_sexypose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341526771457552434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6625670566437736355?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6625670566437736355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6625670566437736355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6625670566437736355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6625670566437736355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-560.html' title='The Way I See It # 560'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SiDqbyf_0nI/AAAAAAAAA-4/bW4UhJ6Q6fY/s72-c/angelina_jolie_tattoos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3272204613098129438</id><published>2009-05-28T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:06:33.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 559</title><content type='html'>So After a productive day of seeing apartments, my gym aspirations seemed to have vanished. I'm sitting here, enjoying the sounds of rain and a cold box of Little Caesar's Cheesy Bread and a refreshing glass of orange soda. Gasp, what has become of my gym aspirations! What always happens, I get distracted by food, and it rains, and suddenly going to the gym seems rather stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned a productive day of seeing apartments. I saw an apartment on Grove that I think would be excellent, and I'm trying to sign my name on the dotted line. The girl who lives there was recognizable.... but to reveal her true identity would both make me rather creepy, and let a little more information than necessary go through the interwebz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can jump on this. Having a place and no longer worrying about it will let me get to my other business of finding a job. VCU Creative Services has yet to call me back, and I'm getting worried. I'll give them until Monday, but then it's another phone call to add to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about wandering in to Cous Cous and seeing if they had an positions available. I just really hate working in a restaurant. Would bartending be any different? I'm thinking not. Maybe I'll stop by tomorrow and see what's going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3272204613098129438?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3272204613098129438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3272204613098129438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3272204613098129438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3272204613098129438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-559.html' title='The Way I See It # 559'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-5591168543916014887</id><published>2009-05-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:29:52.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 558</title><content type='html'>After seeing some recent photos of myself from last weekend combined with doing a weigh-in at the gym today, I'm starting to think it's a good idea that I'm working out again. Today I did a pretty good workout, 1.5 hours on the elliptical. Since it only takes 3500 calories burned to lose a pound, that's 500 a day. Seeing as I burned over 800 today, I think this is doable. I just have to stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow I'll be hitting the gym again. Ohhhh boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-5591168543916014887?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5591168543916014887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=5591168543916014887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5591168543916014887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/5591168543916014887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-558.html' title='The Way I See It # 558'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2355320989310877449</id><published>2009-05-27T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:00:18.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 557</title><content type='html'>Today was a somewhat productive day. I had a Little Caesar's feast with Zane before he leaves tomorrow for California (I am unbelievably jealous), I took a great power nap, I went to the gym and scorched over 800 calories on the elliptical machine, and I also called and made appointments to see more apartments at the Chesterfield and also at an apartment on Grove. Hopefully I will find the perfect place tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want this to be done with... geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently snacking on trail mix I bought at the book store. It is now a personal pleasure since I can't really (and don't want to) eat mixed nuts around Zane. This is a good one, it has cranberries, almonds, cashews, peanuts, and chocolate pieces. MMmmmMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought shoes online today. I need another paycheck. I need another job. I think I'm going to be getting an interview with VCU Creative Services in the near future. I need to nail it. I haven't had an interview in several years, however. I hope it goes well, I need this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At B&amp;amp;N I literally wrote "Work Me To Death" as my availability for June. I wonder if they will take it to heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2355320989310877449?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2355320989310877449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2355320989310877449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2355320989310877449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2355320989310877449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-557.html' title='The Way I See It # 557'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4901864248893895666</id><published>2009-05-27T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:05:33.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Series of Unfortunate Events'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 556: A Series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>Unfortunate Event # 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lisa was absentmindedly doing her makeup and listening to Ratatat ("Lex", if you want to be specific), she realized that her black eyeliner had wandered out of sight. Unable to find it, she resorted to plunging her hand into her makeup bag to scramble around for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 5 seconds later, Lisa is cursing loudly and running her hand under running water. She has sliced her hand on a misplaced razor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unfortunate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4901864248893895666?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4901864248893895666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4901864248893895666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4901864248893895666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4901864248893895666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-556-series-of-unfortunate.html' title='The Way I See It # 556: A Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-1016949030383958096</id><published>2009-05-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:26:22.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 555</title><content type='html'>I just made dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat. I just made dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't cook, anyone who knows me knows that cooking is one of the things I never got around to doing. It was Kara's things, scary, and wasn't necessary for me to learn in high school. But now, living in Richmond for the summer, things are changing, and change tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a couple of my goals for the summer tomorrow. I plan on hitting the gym sometime (I'm already slipping) tomorrow. The usual agenda to apartment hunt also continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of calling people and seeing apartments. I really hate moving/apartment hunting. I wish I had all the money in the world, that way this would be easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching Brian Regan. He's really funny, but only by inflection. A lot of comedians are like this. Dane Cook is like this, but Dane Cook kind of sucks. His material is comprised of saying things in a funny way and making up words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Dane Cook once. You're damn right he remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've either chosen not to write on this blog, or what is happening at this moment occurs: everything I wanted to say is drained out of my brain. I'm notorious for ending my blog entries on a random, brief, and anti-climatic note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would like to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Underwater Archaeology Field School&lt;br /&gt;2. Urban infiltration/exploration&lt;br /&gt;3. Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;4. Spelunking&lt;br /&gt;5. Road Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be neat? Wouldn't that be fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-1016949030383958096?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1016949030383958096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=1016949030383958096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1016949030383958096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/1016949030383958096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-555.html' title='The Way I See It # 555'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3595231091861237747</id><published>2009-05-20T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:29:08.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 554</title><content type='html'>I guess it is a good thing I'm staying busy. I'm not sure how the boredom would work out here in Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I'm seeing more apartments, I have to work from 1-5 and then I'm seeing more apartments after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked only 3 hours yesterday, but it was the worst three hours I have ever worked. I had to do a bunch of transactions that I had never done before, and when I called the cash room for help everyone's tone indicated that they thought I was under qualified. I had a return for over $100 so it wiped my drawer, and when I asked for a loan, it took them half an hour to get it to me as I had to struggle with customers paying with cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate working at the bookstore. Everyone talks down to me, I'm constantly being watched on the cameras, my manager always has an exasperated tone when she talks to me, and I feel like all I have done is tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I find another job soon, because I can't stand the bureaucracy of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OBVIOUSLY these are not the views of my employer and are solely my own)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3595231091861237747?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3595231091861237747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3595231091861237747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3595231091861237747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3595231091861237747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-554.html' title='The Way I See It # 554'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2369206116268883484</id><published>2009-05-15T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:56:03.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 553</title><content type='html'>I am currently apartment hunting for my next place. The process is slow, stressful, and all together a huge pain in my ass. I have a budget, I have things I want, and I like working alone or with my mom, or possibly with a future roommate. What I don't need is a friend who consistently says they hope I get a great place, especially since all the other places are probably snatched up by now. Or that all the good places are gone. I don't need someone that sends me craigslist postings telling me "Oh, I know it's expensive, but I just absolutely love it" (it was $100 over my budget without including utilities) or "If you got another roommate, this would be great." (A 4 bedroom house, when I don't even have one solid roommate yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw those craigslist ads and did not pursue them for a reason. I don't need your meddling, and while I understand that you're bored in Northern Virginia, why don't you call to hang out instead of throwing this apartment shit in my face? I don't care that you got a "Fantastic" deal, and really I could give a fuck about who you think I should live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck it, hard core.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2369206116268883484?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2369206116268883484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2369206116268883484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2369206116268883484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2369206116268883484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-553.html' title='The Way I See It # 553'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-9066592327466236816</id><published>2009-05-14T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:26:21.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 552</title><content type='html'>My Thursday nights are usually comprised of either 1. working, 2. romping about Richmond in the early hours of the evening with Michele (Which usually consists of finding Mexican food places down Broad St., Buying things at Target, or zooming around Richmond listening to either "foux de fa fa" or "Wildcat") 3. Spending time with Zane, and playing with the Kittens, and 4. the obvious appearance/socializing at Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However tonight is different. Here I am, sitting in bed wearing a fleecy robe I was given as a Christmas gift an obscene number of years ago. It is navy in color, but this is hard to tell from all the lint that has accumulated on it. It's broken in, it is warm, it smells weird, and I never used to like it, but being home now without much to wear for bedtime, this robe is a comfort, and I'm going to bring it back with me to Richmond. I often avoid wearing a fore mentioned robe because, once again, it is fleece, and this shit is a bitch to clean without somewhat electrocuting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bed, dozing off. I had to relocate from my mom's room because I was a threat to her comforter. My mother recently bought a new bedspread, and she become morally offended if anything remotely stain-inducing approaches the bed. So me approaching with a delicious ice cream cone (Drumsticks) was the exact thing she could shoo away. Also there is the fact that I was actively (or passively?) falling asleep on her bed made for a red flag that I should head to MY room and get out of HER room. I'm exaggerating, but then again I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back, and I'm blogging about stupid things wishing I was at guild where I would be enjoying good music, a good 40, and good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead I'm here in an old robe, surrounded in the atomic bomb that is my bedroom, half-awake with ice cream on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-9066592327466236816?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9066592327466236816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=9066592327466236816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/9066592327466236816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/9066592327466236816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-552.html' title='The Way I See It # 552'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-7762346052704902430</id><published>2009-05-11T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:16:43.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richmond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 551: Blog of Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sgj4EgDL2HI/AAAAAAAAA84/ZBdCKe6PdpI/s1600-h/skull316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 474px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sgj4EgDL2HI/AAAAAAAAA84/ZBdCKe6PdpI/s400/skull316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334786514826811506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, this blog is not one of Blogger's Blogs of Note, BUT on May 1st it was a relevant blog that had the honor of receiving such a title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skulladay.blogspot.com documents/ed the musings of Noah Scalin, an artist who one day decided to make a skull a day for an entire year. That year has come and gone and blog posts daily renditions of fan art related to skulls and to Noah Scalin's art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was really cool. What was even cooler was when I found out, through the blog, that some of his 365 Skulls will be in a show right here in Richmond from July 3-August 22 at Quirk Gallery (311 W. Broad St.) Imagine my excitement when I found out that he not only is based in Richmond, but also developed a class on socially conscious design for Virginia Commonwealth University!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can read more about Noah Scalin &lt;a href="http://www.alrdesign.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and visit his blog &lt;a href="http://skulladay.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-7762346052704902430?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7762346052704902430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=7762346052704902430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7762346052704902430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7762346052704902430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-551-blog-of-note.html' title='The Way I See It # 551: Blog of Note'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sgj4EgDL2HI/AAAAAAAAA84/ZBdCKe6PdpI/s72-c/skull316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3744574163717458950</id><published>2009-05-11T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:56:22.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 550</title><content type='html'>Starbucks is great. I like it a lot, but it's really predictable, in a bad way. The music is always this generic smooth jazz and recognizable Ella Fitzgerald and Louie Armstrong (just like Barnes and Noble), the products they offer encourage you to be at peace with yourself, such as a journal that has daily reminders to be kind to yourself and make that extra effort to be a good human being. The place always smells the same, the sounds are the same, the people are the same, and in Nothern Virginia it's moms who constantly gush about their children, old people, and little kids knocking things over while they clutch their milk boxes (Which Starbucks so generously provides for 'little ones').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had gotten a lot done, as it is apparent that while sitting in this type of place I get a lot of work done. Maybe that is false, and it's just the caffeine that is making me more productive. Sometimes I wonder how much I would get done if I actually took a focus drug, like aderal or Ritalin. We sell something called "Nodoze" at the bookstore which is basically caffeine pills. I know a lot of kids who take Aderal and other things to help them focus/study, but I'm sure that they all have ADHD or ADD. I don't, which is probably why I've never encountered focus aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was off topic, what I meant to write was that I've been productive and I have been apartment hunting all morning. I'm going to see apartments next monday, which is a great first start. Even if kara doesn't come to VCU I'm still going to get an apartment. I guess if she doesn't come to Richmond I can join someone else in a apartment... I didn't even think about joining in on an apartment rather than getting one and finding a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know my plan for the rest of the day. I've been here less than 24 hours, and I'm already stumped as to what to do. Last night I got dessert with Zane, as our time in Nova overlapped for one night. It was nice, we went to Amphora and then did some exploring. I climbed a tree over in one of the office parks. I think I'll go back there sometime. He also showed me a new artist studio down near the caboos which was neat, though it was closed. It is also a coffee shop. I might wander over there sometimes this week as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about heading over to Tysons to shop around, but honestly I don't have the money. I feel like there is so much I need to buy, but I just don't have the funds for anything. Once I get back to Richmond my two main goals will be to land another job somewhere and to get an apartment squared away. And get in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the leg magic. (maybe I am ADD). I heard it works, and I'm a sucker for exercise equipment that looks easy. Like I said I have no money. Anyone want to pitch in and get one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3744574163717458950?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3744574163717458950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3744574163717458950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3744574163717458950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3744574163717458950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-550.html' title='The Way I See It # 550'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3589959682711025925</id><published>2009-05-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:02:20.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 549</title><content type='html'>Wow I fucking hate Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm sitting around waiting to go home, and I'm pretty excited to see Mom and Kara. I've cleaned my apartment, for the most part, and I have my windows open because it's such a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3589959682711025925?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3589959682711025925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3589959682711025925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3589959682711025925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3589959682711025925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-549.html' title='The Way I See It # 549'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-8551710595711247884</id><published>2009-05-09T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:01:14.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 548</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the Jackie-O. So many people were there, it was insane. It was Shane and Ganesh's 21st birthdays, so it was a fun night. Surprisingly, Coppola was there! We caught up and talked about our semesters and what's been going on in our lives. It was really awesome to see an old friend. We found out we're both in a class next semester, and I can honestly say I'm pretty excited for that. Having another class with prof. Abse is one thing, but having another friend in there too? That's going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buut other than that the place was PACKED. So many people there I had no idea who they were or how they knew anyone. but I did see some familiar faces, and I talked with Colleen for a while. I really like her, we don't really hang out much but she wants to, and I'm definitely going to take her up on it. I don't really have a lot of girl friends, so the more the merrier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about tattoos... dun dun dunnn.... I don't know if it will ever happen, but looking at pictures and semi-planning one is fun and takes up some of my free time. I've even thought about replicating the design I want into a henna tattoo. I think that would just be a fun project, and I could see if I liked having something on my skin, however temporary. Though the design I really want would be way too complicated for me to replicate on my own, I would definitely need some help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I talked to my friend Brendan the other day and it was really great. He's doing a collaborative art project that I'm interested in participating in and so we talked a little bit about that and caught up on our lives and such (this seems to be a reoccuring theme). I'm excited about this project. He's going to make a graphic novel/narrative about childhood memories of the American people. So he's asking all of his friends to contribute a story for him to draw and put together into a book. I love the idea, and I'm excited to start writing my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Nova in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-8551710595711247884?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8551710595711247884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=8551710595711247884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8551710595711247884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8551710595711247884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-548.html' title='The Way I See It # 548'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6360479488820388887</id><published>2009-05-09T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:42:23.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 547</title><content type='html'>So today is my first real day of summer vacation. Well, that's a lie, because my final paper was due on Thursday, BUT I'm here at my apartment by myself with nothing to do-- the mark of summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams and everything ended, obviously, and I was surprised and ecstatic to find that I received an A in my french class. I really, truly, thought I was going to get a B and I was fine with that. So I am so pleased, and this means I might actually get a 4.0, which would be wonderful. Why? Because this semester kicked my ass, it really did, and if I get a 4.0 it would be completely amazing. I think my mom has been waiting around for school to kick my butt, so this should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today I've been apartment hunting all morning, but alas, none of the real estate agencies are open on Saturdays. Figures that would happen on the one day I've been in my apartment without having to rush off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going back up to Northern Virginia for about a week to spend some time at home, and I'll also be driving down to Williamsburg to help Christina move out. Should be some nice quality time with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agenda for the day includes watching The Girls Next Door (currently happening at this moment), making up lists of things I need to buy in Nova, and also cleaning up my apartment. Due to exam week, my apartment has been shamefully neglected and now it's time to get down to some major cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to figure out something to fill up my time this summer. I think that most of my time will be spent either working or at the river. Which I certainly don't mind, but I think it might be nice to also have a goal. I would like to go to the gym more, especially since its free for the summer. I think I'll take some classes and that will take up some of my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6360479488820388887?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6360479488820388887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6360479488820388887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6360479488820388887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6360479488820388887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-547.html' title='The Way I See It # 547'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-7772044608844713796</id><published>2009-05-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:21:48.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 546</title><content type='html'>I think I was uncomfortable with that banner, but this new one seems to suit me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a hectic day: 3 exams in a row from 8 AM to 4PM. I hope they all turn out well. I received my first final grade: an A in Archaeology. I was a bit worried, my teacher sent out a scary email about plagiarizing and how he was going to fail anyone that did so. Not that I Plagiarize, but sometimes I wonder if I cited everything after I turn in a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are there 3 exams tomorrow, but I'll also be heading down to UVA for Cinco De Mayo. I'm going to be exhausted, but it's a concert, so it should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy, all my friends are busy, Zane has been really busy, I can't wait until everything is over and the summer starts. I'm still applying for jobs, so that hasn't been too successful, but I think everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to dry my hair, stat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-7772044608844713796?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7772044608844713796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=7772044608844713796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7772044608844713796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7772044608844713796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-546.html' title='The Way I See It # 546'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-7022878907424568729</id><published>2009-05-04T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:32:35.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finals'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 545</title><content type='html'>So I think I will never be in a finals mind set. Even though i've been studying for days, I only just realized that i have an 8 AM final. That is insane. I don't think it will matter how much I have studied, I will never feel like I'm ready for a French exam. That's just the way it is. I could study all night and still be nervous. Secondly, I have a presentation right after! I have to make my cue cards! and then I still need to memorize a couple slides for my Art History exam. Seriously, I need to get my shit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to remind myself, I'm done tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-7022878907424568729?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7022878907424568729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=7022878907424568729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7022878907424568729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7022878907424568729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-545.html' title='The Way I See It # 545'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2811108758424048233</id><published>2009-05-04T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:14:14.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magazine spreads'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 544: Procrastinationnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sf8-KwsqrlI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/GS4JZyB00Vc/s1600-h/lykke_li_elle_fashionsquad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 702px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sf8-KwsqrlI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/GS4JZyB00Vc/s400/lykke_li_elle_fashionsquad3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332048838421818962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sf8-H9XctmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/uGa5h8yiPv0/s1600-h/lykke_li_elle_fashionsquad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 508px; height: 712px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sf8-H9XctmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/uGa5h8yiPv0/s400/lykke_li_elle_fashionsquad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332048790282876514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sf89-0Xjv8I/AAAAAAAAA8A/RuZ6-ixuEZQ/s1600-h/lykke_li_elle_fashionsquad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sf89-0Xjv8I/AAAAAAAAA8A/RuZ6-ixuEZQ/s400/lykke_li_elle_fashionsquad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332048633248595906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo Credit: Fashion Squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lykke Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also putting off studying for my French and Art History Exams tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2811108758424048233?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2811108758424048233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2811108758424048233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2811108758424048233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2811108758424048233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-544-procrastinationnnn.html' title='The Way I See It # 544: Procrastinationnnn'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sf8-KwsqrlI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/GS4JZyB00Vc/s72-c/lykke_li_elle_fashionsquad3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4736934684654090972</id><published>2009-05-04T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:47:33.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art history'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 543</title><content type='html'>My G.R.A.C.E Art programs in elementary school failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edvard Munch?&lt;br /&gt;MUNCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pronounced "Moo-nk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edvard Moooooonk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamit G.R.A.C.E Art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4736934684654090972?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4736934684654090972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4736934684654090972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4736934684654090972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4736934684654090972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-i-see-it-543.html' title='The Way I See It # 543'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-7292068388019343542</id><published>2009-04-30T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:09:06.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom knows best.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 542</title><content type='html'>Now she's having a problem with me bicycling at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEEEZZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-7292068388019343542?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7292068388019343542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=7292068388019343542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7292068388019343542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7292068388019343542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-542.html' title='The Way I See It # 542'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2996575257730363763</id><published>2009-04-29T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:40:01.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 541</title><content type='html'>While I'm certainly no "fixed-gear bike kid", this video I think is pretty impressive. And I dig the music. Although I feel the juxtaposition of such intense rhythms, artsy editing with simple bicycle riding is a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like bikes.... I guess enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't.... go ahead and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3908754&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=000000&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3908754&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=000000&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3908754"&gt;A Taste of The Toast&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/mikel"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2996575257730363763?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2996575257730363763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2996575257730363763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2996575257730363763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2996575257730363763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-541.html' title='The Way I See It # 541'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-7085801141344936455</id><published>2009-04-29T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:31:53.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 540</title><content type='html'>I fell down tonight and really fucked up my legs. I spent a good deal of time washing out my cuts with hydrogen peroxide. That stuff is vile, and reallllly burns. but I think they're clean. To be honest, I'm really paranoid about getting scars now. I'll have to hit up CVS and get some Maderma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for a good while my legs will be looking like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was just about to get my tan on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with liberal amounts of hydrogen peroxide I can speed up the healing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I was approached by an elderly African American woman. She told me that she had finished her night shift cleaning one of the VCU offices and her car broke down. She didn't have AAA, and she had no money to get home. So I called the cab company and asked how much cab fare would be for her to get home. 12-15 bucks? That seems like a lot! But I didn't want to leave this woman hanging. Although she could have been jiving me, she seemed incredibly sincere, and I believe that she really couldn't get home. So I gave her the money, and she said she would pay me back since she worked right across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about weighing my perspective of human goodness on whether or not this woman keeps to her word. If she returns the money I gave her, then obviously at least there is one good person out there, and if not then I guess I lost $15. In the big scheme of things $15 isn't a big deal. I'll earn multiples of $15 within my lifetime, so the value isn't really the issue. I guess what matters is that I felt compelled enough to help out this woman who didn't have a way to get home. And I guess I'm glad I did that. I don't want to be that cynical person who believes everyone is naturally bad, and that this poor woman was spinning me a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story, this old woman gave me a kiss on the cheek and called a cab on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-7085801141344936455?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7085801141344936455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=7085801141344936455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7085801141344936455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7085801141344936455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-540.html' title='The Way I See It # 540'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-8216045617482041055</id><published>2009-04-26T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:00:42.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daft Punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 539: T.E.C.H.N.O.L.O.G.I.C</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2877911&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2877911&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2877911"&gt;Technologic Animation&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1179520"&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't often that I post something done by a friend of mine, but I stumbled across this last night, I guess being sort of a creeper. Allison did this for a school project, or so her Vimeo says, and it's just the thing I needed to re-watch this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-8216045617482041055?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8216045617482041055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=8216045617482041055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8216045617482041055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/8216045617482041055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-539-technologic.html' title='The Way I See It # 539: T.E.C.H.N.O.L.O.G.I.C'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4336068964302237586</id><published>2009-04-24T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:42:47.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 538</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfKv4aN4LjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Hgdx4ZIF8ek/s1600-h/BDG+Knit+Pencil+Skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfKv4aN4LjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Hgdx4ZIF8ek/s400/BDG+Knit+Pencil+Skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328514692777782834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfKv0qdjGRI/AAAAAAAAA64/s1qSBedXDyM/s1600-h/balmain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfKv0qdjGRI/AAAAAAAAA64/s1qSBedXDyM/s400/balmain1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328514628419000594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble finding a good look-alike skirt for the Balmain DIY. Everything is either way too long or way too short. I might have to borrow a sewing machine to hem something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up lateee I should be reading for Archaeology, but alas, I'm shopping around online for things I can't afford right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howeverrr.. I think I found my bike!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfKwae4Z1FI/AAAAAAAAA7I/QGEviyJEn6A/s1600-h/2clockwork3q.jpg"&gt;      &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfKwae4Z1FI/AAAAAAAAA7I/QGEviyJEn6A/s400/2clockwork3q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328515278145442898" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only $319.00 with shipping included. I think I would swap out the handle bars, setting me back around $30, certainly still in my price range.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4336068964302237586?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4336068964302237586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4336068964302237586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4336068964302237586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4336068964302237586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-538.html' title='The Way I See It # 538'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfKv4aN4LjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Hgdx4ZIF8ek/s72-c/BDG+Knit+Pencil+Skirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3405379731200752044</id><published>2009-04-24T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:25:12.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 537: Life Should be More Colorful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJ0AVU9SQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Sy_ci8CAFr4/s1600-h/0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJ0AVU9SQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Sy_ci8CAFr4/s400/0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448858206587138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJz8Q0vyoI/AAAAAAAAA6o/tOzgKHwn_Q8/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 538px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJz8Q0vyoI/AAAAAAAAA6o/tOzgKHwn_Q8/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448788278266498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJz2_aJ9lI/AAAAAAAAA6g/T_yc3cd3DAI/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 538px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJz2_aJ9lI/AAAAAAAAA6g/T_yc3cd3DAI/s400/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448697703986770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJzxr2yhSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ZR58zwhJHZg/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJzxr2yhSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ZR58zwhJHZg/s400/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448606556030242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJzteEmbTI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kcHG5hSHx44/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJzteEmbTI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kcHG5hSHx44/s400/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448534136384818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJznPC92UI/AAAAAAAAA6I/6UnKHoM2JHY/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJznPC92UI/AAAAAAAAA6I/6UnKHoM2JHY/s400/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448427023784258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3405379731200752044?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3405379731200752044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3405379731200752044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3405379731200752044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3405379731200752044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-537-life-should-be-more.html' title='The Way I See It # 537: Life Should be More Colorful.'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SfJ0AVU9SQI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Sy_ci8CAFr4/s72-c/0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-3253490548503544190</id><published>2009-04-22T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:06:26.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 536: DIY Idea # 2</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm not alone in my stud obsession: It's a blogosphere epidemic, but it's just so darn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually (actually) considering doing this to a pair of jeans I own, however I'm not sure if it will make my butt look bigger than it already is...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hanneli1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 730px; height: 450px;" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hanneli1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hanneli2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 730px; height: 450px;" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hanneli2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these photos a long time ago, and I only just rediscovered them after combing all the blogs I read. Surprisingly it was at a new blog I'm getting into: www.jakandjil.com/blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-3253490548503544190?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3253490548503544190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=3253490548503544190&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3253490548503544190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/3253490548503544190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-536-diy-idea-2.html' title='The Way I See It # 536: DIY Idea # 2'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-7194849502259720106</id><published>2009-04-20T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:44:08.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Sucks'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 535</title><content type='html'>FML I have so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Islamic Ethics paper is kicking my butt.&lt;br /&gt;I still have French to do.&lt;br /&gt;I need to apply for more jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can $10,000 drop into my lap please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-7194849502259720106?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7194849502259720106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=7194849502259720106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7194849502259720106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/7194849502259720106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-535.html' title='The Way I See It # 535'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-4169943341854715611</id><published>2009-04-15T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:40:06.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthropology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 534</title><content type='html'>My Anthropology professor is an awesome guy. He's an "absent minded professor" but his experiences doing ethnography are inspiring, motivating, and at times, frightening. His studies focused on Shamanism in South America with the Mazatec peoples. Prof. Abse doesn't like talking about his experiences, but since we're studying shamanism in his class, he has been willing to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last class he became jumbled, which isn't uncommon, and couldn't continue the lecture properly. He told us that he is skeptical of Shamanic healing, and a student asked him if a bad experience was the cause of this. He said yes, in the village he was studying at a bout of cholera had broken out and several people died. This young man was brought to the hut he was staying in with the Shaman, and it was clear that he was going to die if they didn't get him to a hospital. However, the young man's frightened sister took him to another Shaman, who advised he shouldn't accept western medicine. The young man was dead by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear that Prof. Abse was hung up on probably many more disturbing things he had experienced during his ethnography, and couldn't continue the lecture because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ethical implication connected with ethnographic field study I'm sure are hard to bear, and knowing exactly what someone needs to do in order to survive and illness and not be able to help him because of cultural differences is something I never considered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-4169943341854715611?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4169943341854715611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=4169943341854715611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4169943341854715611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/4169943341854715611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-534.html' title='The Way I See It # 534'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2960126069522589724</id><published>2009-04-14T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:04:40.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 533</title><content type='html'>I had way too much coffee around 11:30 and I'm only just crashing. It's 3 AM! Goddamn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing French homework, and I stopped in the middle, There's still so much to do. I also have to do corrections on a big packet of homework that was returned to me. I'm not going to stress out about it, I just need to get my shit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my art history exam, definitely won't be making a 100% on it, but oh well, I'll make up for it with the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally nailed down a volunteer opportunity! I'm missing Archaeology, but I think it's worth it to get this done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been inspired by Zane's DIY attitude (he recently dyed some shoes and they look amazing), I want to recreate this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SeWGgA4lZFI/AAAAAAAAA54/xxg9Gd-Nyc8/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SeWGgA4lZFI/AAAAAAAAA54/xxg9Gd-Nyc8/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324810018986746962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Balmain Spring '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like....badly. I think that if buy a set of studs I'm going to want to stud EVERYTHING I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, I need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2960126069522589724?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2960126069522589724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2960126069522589724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2960126069522589724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2960126069522589724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-533.html' title='The Way I See It # 533'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/SeWGgA4lZFI/AAAAAAAAA54/xxg9Gd-Nyc8/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-2638800472282714231</id><published>2009-04-12T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:05:31.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 532</title><content type='html'>I just applied for a job with Gold's Gym in The Fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much it pays, but I get a free gym membership! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of hope I get this job... it's a front desk position, how hard can that be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-2638800472282714231?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2638800472282714231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=2638800472282714231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2638800472282714231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/2638800472282714231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-532.html' title='The Way I See It # 532'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171313690473695708.post-6392498714165436148</id><published>2009-04-11T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:48:32.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See It # 531</title><content type='html'>Oh, I signed up for classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French 202: Intermediate French Readings&lt;br /&gt;Topics: Death and Burial&lt;br /&gt;S. American Ethnography&lt;br /&gt;Prehistoric and ancient Art and Architecture&lt;br /&gt;Modern and Contemporary Art I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171313690473695708-6392498714165436148?l=coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6392498714165436148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5171313690473695708&amp;postID=6392498714165436148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6392498714165436148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171313690473695708/posts/default/6392498714165436148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffecupconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-i-see-it-531.html' title='The Way I See It # 531'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04383298138780105574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ls63Sy_sn20/Sb_WwFiYMaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ilCACiPrnxY/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
