<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:56:46.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ozums's World of Random Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my world and I don't really care to hear anyone else's opinion.  If I wanted it I would ask for it.  However, if anything I put on here is controversial enough to warrent an opinion I will be shocked.  Honestly, I do a lot of comlaining here, its what its for, for me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-116640173930361206</id><published>2006-12-17T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:28:59.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Semester</title><content type='html'>So my last Christmas break is coming up.  It seems crazy that I am almost done with college, but at least I am in a much better position than most of my classmates.  Many of them are having to worry about getting a job and finding places to live.  I have a job for after I graduate, all I have to worry about is Dan and I.  Which I would have worried about anyway, but having the job already just frees up more time for me to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan says he will follow me wherever I go and that if I am happy he will be happy, but I worry.  I am going to Minnesota.  Hours and hours away from any of our families.  Which for me is not such a big deal, I like taking trips, but for Dan I think it is a much bigger deal than he is letting me know.  He has been acting weird since I accepted the job with Hormel.  I kept asking him for his opinion and he said everything would be great.  I just hope it will be now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-116640173930361206?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/116640173930361206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=116640173930361206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/116640173930361206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/116640173930361206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-of-semester.html' title='End of the Semester'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-116442905758388002</id><published>2006-11-24T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:30:57.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcraft</title><content type='html'>I can not believe what I asked for for Christmas.  World of Warcraft.  I should know better.  I have watched people basically throw their lives away playing the game.  And I really should know better because I get sucked into games like that really easily.  But next semester(my last semester!) should be pretty easy so I finally have time to get sucked into a game again.  The last time I did this was in high school.  But then I did not have any homework or a job.  Now I have a job and a ridiculous amount of homework.  At least if I can't handle it I can put off playing by a few months until i graduate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-116442905758388002?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/116442905758388002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=116442905758388002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/116442905758388002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/116442905758388002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2006/11/world-of-warcraft.html' title='World of Warcraft'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-116042305053412430</id><published>2006-10-09T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:44:10.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben and Jerry's</title><content type='html'>So I got to see Ben and Jerry of Ben&amp;Jerry's ice cream speak the other day.  Jerry was great, but Ben was kind of an ass.  I would think that when one is speaking at a university known for its business school then one would do some research on that school before they spoke there.  In Ben's case that obviously didn't happen.  I was actually offended by some of the comments he made about business schools and talking about what is being taught.  I just don't understand how you could come to something like this and speak to several hundred business school students and alumni and bad mouth the school that they attend or attended.   Free ice cream does not make up for that.  And the way that he deviated from what everyone thought he would be speaking about.  With a title that promised to talk about social considerations in business a lot of people came out to see them speak.  But when Ben's portion deteriorated into something about the national budget and other political considerations.&lt;br /&gt;Overall I was very disappointed with Ben's section.  He also did not have much of a public presence, espcially compared to Jerry.  This will not stop me from eating their ice cream.  Not that I eat much of it anyway considering I am lactose intolerent.  It just means that I have a lot less respect for the creators, or one of the creators, of the company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-116042305053412430?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/116042305053412430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=116042305053412430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/116042305053412430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/116042305053412430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2006/10/ben-and-jerrys.html' title='Ben and Jerry&apos;s'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-115734511065160371</id><published>2006-09-03T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:45:10.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpal Tunnel Surgery</title><content type='html'>So I had the surgery done a month ago.  And I am trying really hard to take it easy on my hand, but I have been so bored lately it is all I can do not to just grab some yarn and go to town crocheting.  Because as much as I would like to believe that it was not the primary cause of my need for surgery...it probably was.  And I really do not want to have to go through with all of that again, but I am so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-115734511065160371?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/115734511065160371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=115734511065160371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/115734511065160371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/115734511065160371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2006/09/carpal-tunnel-surgery.html' title='Carpal Tunnel Surgery'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-115413956140663906</id><published>2006-07-28T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:19:21.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More often</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to write in here more often.  I have a dead journal account, but I have not been keeping up with it.  The only thing I really use it for is to keep up with some friends that have accounts on there as well, but I do not like the system that it uses as much.  It just seems too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the semest starts in a month.  In a week I am having surgery for the carpal tunnel in my wrist.  Hopefully everything has healed and will be functional again by the time the semester starts.  The doctor told me it would only take 10 days to heal completely, but I scheduled some extra time off just in case something went wrong.  I don't want to be incapacitated when the semester starts.  That could really cause some problems in some of my classes where I have to take a lot of notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-115413956140663906?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/115413956140663906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=115413956140663906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/115413956140663906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/115413956140663906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-often.html' title='More often'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-115318740272471378</id><published>2006-07-17T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:50:02.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be awhile</title><content type='html'>It'll be awhile until I post again.  I know I do not post often, but I am having carpal tunnel surgery soon so I will not be able to type very well for awhile.  Which sucks because the semester is going to start a few weeks after I have it done.  I have been told I will be healed by that time, but I am a little leary due to how much I take notes in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-115318740272471378?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/115318740272471378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=115318740272471378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/115318740272471378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/115318740272471378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2006/07/be-awhile.html' title='Be awhile'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-114429765530040460</id><published>2006-04-05T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:27:35.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of Easter candy and crap.  And I hate people who only go to church on Christmas and Easter.  Like that is going to absolve you of the rest of the year.  I just wish if people were going to do something they would do it right.  Easter is not about candy kids, there is a whole lot more to it that doesn't involve you gorging yourself on cheap candy from Wal-Mart.  I guess I just wish more people would do more than pay lipservice to what they say they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-114429765530040460?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/114429765530040460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=114429765530040460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/114429765530040460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/114429765530040460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-113151276665731102</id><published>2005-11-08T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:06:06.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys still suck</title><content type='html'>I hate him sometimes.  It is usually when I am trying to help him with homework, but at those times I can not stand him.   I do not understand why he pulls this crap.  I have my own homework to do let alone try to teach him how to do his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-113151276665731102?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/113151276665731102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=113151276665731102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/113151276665731102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/113151276665731102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/11/boys-still-suck.html' title='Boys still suck'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-112983807236460099</id><published>2005-10-20T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:54:32.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys suck</title><content type='html'>Boys really do suck right now.  Especially the unmotivated one that I am dating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-112983807236460099?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/112983807236460099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=112983807236460099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/112983807236460099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/112983807236460099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/10/boys-suck.html' title='Boys suck'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-112952519962594650</id><published>2005-10-16T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:00:57.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocheting Patterns</title><content type='html'>Why is it that whenever I look up crochet patterns on the internet or in books, what I usually find is tacky and outdated? Or if I do find something decent it is something no one would ever want. I never even bothered to make a poncho. It was a total fad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-112952519962594650?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/112952519962594650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=112952519962594650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/112952519962594650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/112952519962594650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/10/crocheting-patterns.html' title='Crocheting Patterns'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-112378929994467384</id><published>2005-08-11T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:41:39.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week</title><content type='html'>I only have one week left before I go back to school and I do not know how I am going to manage to get everything done by then.  I work everyday until I go back somedays at both of my jobs and I have no idea when I am going to find time to pack everything.  Plus, everyone I know it seems wants to get together and do stuff before we all go back to school.  At least the summer has gone well.  I have been so busy everything has just flown by.  I can't believe I am 21 now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-112378929994467384?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/112378929994467384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=112378929994467384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/112378929994467384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/112378929994467384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-week.html' title='One Week'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-111958430590712978</id><published>2005-06-23T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:38:25.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At least my boss doesn't hate me</title><content type='html'>So work totally sucks.  I do not mind the job, being a fry cook is not that horrible.  I can handle the 100+ degree temperatures that are only rising as the summer goes on, but what I can not handle are my  coworkers.  They are driving my boss crazy too.  I do not know where these girls came from, but they are horrible.  In all honesty making an ice cream cone is not that difficult.  There are a few tricks to making a really good looking one, but once you know them it is totally easy.  After two months these girls are still struggling with the basics of working at the Dairy Barn.  It is not rocket science.  I do not know how much longer Marsha is going to be able to hold out before she fires them all.  Which would be good and bad becuase while I would get even more hours I am not sure that I can work to many more and not go insane.  However, the money is really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-111958430590712978?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/111958430590712978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=111958430590712978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111958430590712978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111958430590712978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-least-my-boss-doesnt-hate-me.html' title='At least my boss doesn&apos;t hate me'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-111846358499690258</id><published>2005-06-10T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:19:45.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>So I finally managed to get online.  Working double shifts everyday really sucks.  Sure I am raking in the dough right now, but what is killing me is the fact that I have no time to see Dan or my friends.  However, I have been surprised that Mom and I have not tried to murder each other yet.  I do not know how much longer that is going to last though, but we have made it several weeks past our usual two week limit of tolerance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-111846358499690258?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/111846358499690258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=111846358499690258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111846358499690258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111846358499690258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/06/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-111379621333692299</id><published>2005-04-17T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:50:13.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fixed things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-111379621333692299?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/111379621333692299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=111379621333692299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111379621333692299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111379621333692299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/04/fixed-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-111379608800480253</id><published>2005-04-17T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:48:08.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Write more</title><content type='html'>I need to get on here and post more often.  Its theraputic.  I do not have anything to really complain about right now except for this.  When people get married they need to be a lot nicer to their families.  I do not mean that every bride is mean, but even if your family does not approve or like the guy you are going to marry you should at least listen to why.  Otherwise you end up like my cousin Stacey who married a guy the whole familyt told her to watch out for and now they are getting divorced.  The first divorce in the family.  That is not a position I will ever have to fill now, but I feel bad for Stacey.  The next few family gatherings are going to be hard for her.  But back to the bride thing.  I am in a wedding in May and the bride is driving us all nuts.  Her future husband is a moron.  No, thats too mean.  He is so unmotivated his only job is driving a school bus part time.  Wow picked a winner there.  I do not know how she is planning on staying in school and letting him support them.  There is no way he can support the two of them with the way he is.  Plus, she refuses to listen to her parents pleas that she at least put the wedding off for a few weeks since she decided to get married in the middle of planting season and her parents are farmers.  Excuse me, if they do not get the crop in you are going to be screwed when you need money and try to go to them.  Basically, since her parents do not approve she has gone out of her way to make things difficult for them.  Just elope and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;And she is so young.  She is not even 20 yet and she is getting married.  I know she loves him, but I wish she would just wait a little longer and let herself grow a little bit more.  And I do not mean that she needs to grow up, although that is true too.  I just think she needs to grow into herself a little bit more.  She is at one of the  best points in her life and she is throwing away so many opportunities by getting married.  I know it is her choice and she may be right, but there are so many things she is depriving herself of and the way it is going to force her to become an adult way too soon.  It makes me glad that Dan and I are waiting until after college at least.  There are so many things we both want to do with our lives and right now we are both so stressed out there is no way we would be able to live with each other and still manage to do all of the homework that we have to do.  I know we will be ok when we are just having to deal with stress from the real world and jobs and life in general, but college is not exactly the real world.  We can still hang on to that transitory period a while longer and enjoy the freedom of being not a child, but not an adult either.  College students are so stereotyped it is easy to do something stupid and not feel to embarressed by it.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish she would wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-111379608800480253?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/111379608800480253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=111379608800480253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111379608800480253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111379608800480253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/04/write-more.html' title='Write more'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-111232121994103180</id><published>2005-03-31T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:06:59.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>So its been awhile so I have posted.  Things have just been so crazy and then there was Spring Break and there has just been no time for stuff like this.  I wish I had some crazy stories about Spring Break to post on here, but honestly, all I did was sit around the house while it rained and watch tv.  True, it was nice, but it does not really compare to my friends who were off to places like Cancun.  At least the wedding shower went well.  Now I have to plan a bachelorette party.  It kind of sucks becuase I am the oldest and everyone else that is coming is a virgin so that takes out a lot of games that we could play and a stripper is out since my mom will be there since its at the house.  I just wish I had more options.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-111232121994103180?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/111232121994103180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=111232121994103180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111232121994103180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/111232121994103180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/03/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110842536395652069</id><published>2005-02-14T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:56:03.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>So once again Megan is driving me nuts.  She's been sick for over a week now and has had insomnia.  And since she is up all night and wandering around the suite it is keeping me up and I really need the sleep.  Plus, at like 4 a.m. shes on the phone with her boyfriend and is still in the room.  I'm sorry if you're on a cell phone that late at night it is just a courtesy to leave the room so you don't wake your roommates up.  Especially since she has to talk really loudly and repeat herself like six times since he barely speaks english.  Now, I have no problem with non-english speakers, but when you've lived in the US as long as he has you should be able to at least speak it if not fluently.  He's been here for years and years, but no.  Plus, I am so sick of her whining that she never gets to spend any time with him.  Well, if I was him I wouldn't want to spend any time with her as well.&lt;br /&gt;At least the semester is nearing the halfway point.  Soon it will all be a downhill trip and then I will never have to live with her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110842536395652069?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110842536395652069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110842536395652069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110842536395652069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110842536395652069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/02/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110765029430581467</id><published>2005-02-05T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T18:38:14.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>She's gone.  Life is great right now.  Everything is so quiet and peaceful and I have gotten so much done in the room that I couldn't do while she was here.  And she's going to be gone again next weekend.  This is great.&lt;br /&gt;But other news.  I have to throw a wedding shower in March.  So now I need to come up with ideas for the food.  Sarah and Katie are going to take care of decorations and inviting people and everything and do shopping when I send them the list, but the food is up to me.  And I want it to be really good.  Since it is probably going to be in the afternoon we are thinking of doing it like a tea party kind of.  A high tea.  Which means I need to do some research and come up with some finger food ideas and try to decide if I want to make a cake or not.  It would be a good chance for me to practice my cake decorating skills, but I don't know if that would really fit in with the theme.  I think I am going to wait and find out who is going to be coming before I make any concrete decisions.  Mixed nuts will be a must because they will provide a salty contrast to all of the sweetness, but I don't know what else right now.  Sarah suggested lemon squares, but I am worried that they will be a little too messy.  I would like to do a scone like thing, but again I am not sure.  I need to look up some high tea things and discover any particular protocol and such.  I also guess I should find out if this is only going to be Emily's side or if the groom's people are going to be there too.  Because if Matt's people will be there then I am going to need to go all out and really impress these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110765029430581467?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110765029430581467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110765029430581467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110765029430581467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110765029430581467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/02/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110714333273328754</id><published>2005-01-30T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:48:52.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled Rich Girls And New Pants</title><content type='html'>As I was in the mall today looking for a pair of new jeans that didn't have any stretchy stuff in them I noticed something.  I seemed to be the only person of my stereotype there.  That is the "poor college student" look.  And honestly it seemed like everyone else there was really upscale with way to much money to burn.  I mean honestly, why would anyone pay $60 for a pair of jeans.  And I hate all of those spoiled little rich girl's mothers.  Although all the girls are not really that little, a lot of them were my age, which tells me mommy and daddy are going to take care of them all of their lives.  The mothers though are what kills me.  They can not tell their children no.  All of these girls were just like I want that and that and that and their mothers were just like ok, but don't you have a shirt just like that already?  And the girls would reply yes, but it doesn't look just like that.  And their moms are just like ok if you want it.  Which drives me nuts because here all of these girls are dressed like little slutty Paris Hilton wannabes and their moms are helping them because God forbid they ever tell their children no, I mean it might scare them for life and they'll all become serial killers or have to work it out in years of therapy that all of their subsequent problems resulted from their parents saying no you can't have that.  This is one of the reasons that I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110714333273328754?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110714333273328754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110714333273328754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110714333273328754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110714333273328754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/01/spoiled-rich-girls-and-new-pants.html' title='Spoiled Rich Girls And New Pants'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110659691608367639</id><published>2005-01-24T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:01:56.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Everything sucks today.  I waited for almost an hour for the guy to show up who is going to fix the window on my car, but he never did.  So now I am going to have to go beg a ride off of Dan to get to an Office Max or something to get the stuff that I need for my accounting class at 4:30.  And it all really sucks because I told him earlier this week that I wouldn't need that ride because my car was going to be fixed  by early afternoon.  Right now I am really hoping the people that broke my window drive off a cliff while listening to the crappy cds they stole from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110659691608367639?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110659691608367639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110659691608367639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110659691608367639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110659691608367639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/01/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110619585687506642</id><published>2005-01-19T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:37:36.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining yet again</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like all I do on here is complain about Megan.  I do not know how long I am going to be able to handle her this semester.  She and her boyfriend are on the phone once again.  Surprise, surprise.  And all they are doing is bickering about hypothetically if they went to this restaurant.  It also does not help that she has to repeat everything twice because his english is horrible.  I do not like to think that I am racist, but I honestly believe he just needs to go back to Mexico and stop being a leech on society and an annoyance to everyone that lives in this room.  I really do not want him to come visit this semester.  I think he is creepy and honestly I do not want him and Megan getting all touchy feely here.  Because when he is here what little bit of manners she has are gone.  Heaven forbid if Ricky doesn't get his way.  Well, Ricky can take his way and stick it where the sun does not shine.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise things are good here.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad that I am always complaining about Megan, but I can't get away from her since we share a room.  I really wish she had gone back to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110619585687506642?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110619585687506642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110619585687506642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110619585687506642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110619585687506642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/01/complaining-yet-again.html' title='Complaining yet again'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110607001007888232</id><published>2005-01-18T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T11:40:10.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad</title><content type='html'>So is it bad that the first moment that I saw my room mate after break I felt hostile towards her.  We have not really talked because class started today and I'm already reading and studying for class, but is that bad that I immiediately felt hostile towards her.  Maybe things will get better as the week goes one, but I don't know what to do.  I wish she had gone ahead and transfered out like she wanted to.  Of course then I would have had to deal with a new roommate and I guess it is better to stick with the devil that I know rather than an unknown one.  Or I could have gotten a great new roommate.  This always seems to happen to me.  I get my hopes up becuase my roommate has a strong possiblity of moving out, but then they stay.  It happened last year too.  At least Amanda and I really got along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110607001007888232?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110607001007888232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110607001007888232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110607001007888232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110607001007888232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/01/bad.html' title='Bad'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110594705030657380</id><published>2005-01-17T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T01:30:50.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At School Again</title><content type='html'>So I'm back.  Break was ok, not much really happened.  I spent a lot of time with Dan.  Not as much as I would have liked to and there was usually someone else around at the time which totally sucked.  At least we did get to spend time together and now that we are back at school we don't have to worry about the privacy issue anymore.  Instead I am so strung out over figuring out how to pay for books that I am having a hard time enjoying the privacy.&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to get crazy this week.  Class starts and so does my new job and I am trying to figure out how to fit in time with Dowan.  I have no idea how that is all going to work out.  And the worst is the money issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110594705030657380?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110594705030657380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110594705030657380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110594705030657380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110594705030657380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/01/at-school-again.html' title='At School Again'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110515116788769991</id><published>2005-01-07T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T20:26:07.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over</title><content type='html'>So break is almost over.  I am ready to go back to school, but then again I am not.  Honestly, I do not want to go back and deal with Megan.  It has been so nice to have a room to myself and not have to deal with her on the phone with Ricky all of the time.  I wish she had transfered back to a school closer to home.  Of course then Katie and I probably would have had to deal with new room mates for sure, but they probably would not have been as bad as Megan.&lt;br /&gt;I have not done much since I was home.  Mostly, I have been lying on the couch becuase I spent the first week and a half sick so I really did not have the energy to do anything for awhile.  So now I am trying to do everything that I wanted to do in a lot less time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110515116788769991?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110515116788769991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110515116788769991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110515116788769991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110515116788769991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2005/01/almost-over.html' title='Almost over'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110308151569006679</id><published>2004-12-14T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:31:55.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Over</title><content type='html'>So two more finals and then I am done.  I feel like ranting about something, but right now I am so tired and burntout that I can not think of anything that gets me angry enough to write about.  I mean I hate cheap toliet paper, but that is not anything that really whips me into a verbal frenzy.  Right now I just want to go home and sleep and walk and veg out for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110308151569006679?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110308151569006679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110308151569006679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110308151569006679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110308151569006679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/12/almost-over_14.html' title='Almost Over'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110300154266388085</id><published>2004-12-13T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:19:02.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So.....</title><content type='html'>So what do you do when your boyfriend tells you that you make him feel like a fuckup?  Well, I have no idea and that is the situation that I was in earlier tonight.  Apparently, all of my studying and hard work makes Dan feel bad because he does basically nothing compared to me.  I mean, this is not something that I can change.  I can not accept getting worse than the best possible grade and seems to be content with whatever he gets.  And I do work a lot and he doesn't.  So what can I say, get off your lazy ass and study for once.  But no, I do not say anything like that because I am a nice girlfriend.  And I can not do anything about this.  I am not going to get worse grades or work any less than I do just to make him feel better.  So I guess we are at a stalemate right now.  However, the fact that I make him feel this way does not seem to bother him too much.  He came by a little bit ago and there were no indications that there was anything weird between us like there was right after he told me.  Maybe he just needed to tell me and get it out into the open.  I hope that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110300154266388085?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110300154266388085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110300154266388085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110300154266388085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110300154266388085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/12/so.html' title='So.....'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110283337525701233</id><published>2004-12-12T01:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T00:36:15.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 years</title><content type='html'>So I realized tonight as I was brushing my teeth that I have spent the past 15 years of my life, well over half of it, in school.  It seems crazy that I have spent that much time in school.  I mean, I take almost four months off every year for summer and Christmas breaks.  If I had gone year round since like 3rd grade I could be so much closer to being done now.  Especially since I think I am going to go for my master's in accounting.  Now, while that does not sound exciting I think it is going to be the right thing for me to do.  15 years seems like such a long time.  I do not even remember most of what happened 15 years ago.  It is crazy.  I wish I had the option and the money to fast track things right now.  I know these are supposed to be the greatest years of my life, and I really am having fun and enjoying them and I love school, but I still have over 3 years to go if I go for my master's.  I will be almost 24 by the time I am done with it all.  And even then I won't be done because I will keep going back to school to keep up with the industry.  Is it never going to end?&lt;br /&gt;I think finals must have brought this on.  It seems in the past few days things have just been getting more and more insane.  And Katie is going to dump Justin and Megan almost was going to move out, but then she didn't and things are just so chaotic right now.  And to top it all off I really have not gotten to see Dan.  Either I am studying or he has suddenly been off with his friends and I do not want to tell him to not go with them, but I honestly want him to myself away from all of these people.  And unfortunetly it has gotten too cold for us to go out and walk at night.  I mean we are in Iowa.  I just keep waiting for the first blizzard to start while I am in a building and then have me walk out into it.  I just want all of this to be done right now.  At least I am not having to cram for finals.  I, unlike most college students, have been studying really intensely this year and am only really having to remind my self of things that I have learned already.  I really hate those people that don't go to class, don't study, but still seem to be getting perfect grades.  And here I am working my ass off and it seems like I can barely keep mine up.  Which I know is not the case.  I have straight A's right now.  Which in the grand scheme of things seems rather minimal as what job is going to care that I got an A in East Asian History before 1600.  All I want to do is sleep and rest and just spend some quality time with my boyfriend when I am not freaking out because of the stress because that is what it seems like whenever we are together now.  And I can not help it.  He is the only person that I feel I can vent to without driving my phone bill though the roof.  Julie is in Florida and has her own problems.  I mean, she is married.  For a year now.  That still blows my mind.  And Emily is getting married in May and I am the bridesmaid.  And not only am I a bridesmaid, I am the only bridesmaid.  I understand that it she and Sarah and Katie are all really close, but it seems so weird to have me be the only bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;All of this stress is getting to me.  And most of it is self imposed.  I just can not handle it if I know I did not try as hard as I could and give it my best.  I don't understand how people who are married or living together can go through college.  If Dan and I were living together or married at this point I would probably be on the verge of murdering him because he is one of those people that nevers seems to study, but does just fine.  And he always wants my attention at the most inopportune times of the day.  And I want to give it to him, but I know if I do then I will not get back to studying and then I will do badly on my final and my grade will drop and I wil feel like shit because I will know why and it would be all my fault. &lt;br /&gt;Right now I just need to chill out and calm down and go to bed.  That's what I am going to do, go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110283337525701233?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110283337525701233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110283337525701233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110283337525701233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110283337525701233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/12/15-years.html' title='15 years'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110246675801219534</id><published>2004-12-07T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:45:58.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over</title><content type='html'>The semester is almost over finally.  I can not wait to get out for a month.  I have plans.  I am going to perfect my ganache and learn how to make croissants.  Sleep is a huge priority.  I could barely keep my eyes open at work today.  Which is really bad because I was standing and making sandwhiches at the time.  It would be really bad if I fell asleep in someone's meatball on white.  Plus, my brain is starting to feel full with trying to study for three big finals.  I can not imagine what it would feel like if I had not been studying all year.  I do not really have to learn anything.  It is really just a matter of reminding myself of everything I know already.  I am so excited to go home and have my own room though.  Megan is driving me nuts.  Next semester is going to be harder because I won't be going in blind the way I did this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110246675801219534?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110246675801219534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110246675801219534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110246675801219534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110246675801219534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/12/almost-over_07.html' title='Almost over'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110218304194946269</id><published>2004-12-04T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T11:57:21.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounced Checks and Incompetent Mothers</title><content type='html'>So I got woken up this morning by a call from home.  Apparently, I had bounced 3 checks in the past week.  Now this was news to me as I had deposited to rather substantial amounts not long ago.  So I got ahold of the bank and my dad called my mom to make sure she had deposited my checks that I sent home while waiting for direct deposit to go into effect.  Well surprise surprise she had deposited the check, but in the wrong account.  I don't even know how she got my other account number.  Thankfully, this was the first time I have ever bounced a check and the bank said they would drop all of the service charges.  Which on their own were going to equal up to almost $90!!  Well, that made me happy, but I am annoyed at my mom.  How did she get my other account number.  That sucks hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110218304194946269?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110218304194946269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110218304194946269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110218304194946269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110218304194946269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/12/bounced-checks-and-incompetent-mothers.html' title='Bounced Checks and Incompetent Mothers'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110194689146743635</id><published>2004-12-01T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:21:31.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over</title><content type='html'>It is so weird that the first semester of my sophomore year in college is almost over.  Although, thechnically hour wise I am already a junior, but then that doesn't really matter becuase I am not going to graduate early.  I plan on holding on to this time in my life as long as I can.  Especially since I got nothing at all out of high school and would have transfered from my high school if not for my few friends and the drama program.  It makes me laugh when something bad happens to that school.  But I digress.  The semester is almost over.  Finals are in a week and a half and then I get to go home for a month.  Which, to tell the truth, is not the most exciting thing in the world, but I will get to spend the time teaching Colin how to make cream puffs and such.  Which should be interesting.  I think I am going to try to convince him to bring his girlfriend down and let me cook a huge multi-course dinner for them.  I would do it for my parents, but since Dad can't eat a lot of things because of the heart friendly diet my menu choices would be severely limited.  And it would be fun, especially since I don't know Naomi at all.  At least she doesn't think I am trying to steal her boyfriend.  It really bugs Ben's girlfriend that he and I flirt all of the time.  And she knows Dan and she knows he and I are together and everything else that is going on.  Plus, its Ben.  I just flirt with him for fun.  And it is nice when some guy other than Dan checks me out or whistles at me even on days when I know I look like crap.  Ben is a great guy, but not as great as Dan.  And I have the giant hickey to prove it.  I know it might seem a little weird, but I like having that make of possession on me.  I think Dan used to be a little weirded out by it, but only he and I know where he leaves them and I have it with me always as a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit this website.  Its fun and a great way to unwind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=oz_lzrd"&gt;http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=oz_lzrd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110194689146743635?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110194689146743635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110194689146743635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110194689146743635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110194689146743635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/12/almost-over.html' title='Almost over'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110169714949929409</id><published>2004-11-28T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:59:09.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thansgiving</title><content type='html'>So Thanksgiving went well.  I didn't get into any fights with my mom and I finally got a chance to relax.  I basically said screw all homework and didn't do any at all.  It was really nice.  I just have to get through the next three weeks and the semester will then be over and I will be 3/8 done with my undergrad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was nice because I got to see all of my family.  And Chris and Christine's little girl is adorable.  So is so tiny.  It is hard to believe that she is only a week old.  And I got to meet Emily's boyfriend Aaron.  I think I like him.  We kind of danced around each other at first, but toward the end of the day we started to bond.  Although, any guy that can put up with Emily's mood swings for as long as he has is probably a keeper.  I just wish Dan had been able to come.  I felt lonely without him.  All of my closest cousins had their significant others there so I felt a little left out and lonely.  But next year will be better because Dan is going to come with me whether he likes it or not.  And something unheard of in my family is about to happen.  We think that Angie is going to divorce the Leach.  And no one really seems to mind which is intersting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110169714949929409?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110169714949929409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110169714949929409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110169714949929409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110169714949929409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/thansgiving.html' title='Thansgiving'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110109933016451023</id><published>2004-11-21T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:55:30.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, Stupid, Stupid</title><content type='html'>So I let Dan go to another girl's formal last night.  Nothing happened between them which is why I let him go in the first place, but I let him go.  It was so weird.  I understand why Tif asked him since she didn't have a date and didn't want to go by herself, but what bothers me about him going was that he danced.  I am still so amazingly jealous.  He almost never dances with me and then it is only to slower songs.  And not that I am complaining. He is wonderful to dance with to slow songs, but he danced with other girls.  That bothers me.  Basically, Tif ditched him for her friends when they got there, but he still danced when they dragged him out onto the dance floor.  I have never gotten  him to dance to anything remotely fast with me before.  That just drives me insane with jealousy.  And he knows it now.  I definetely let him know last night when he got back to the room how I was feeling.  And when he told me earlier in the day what Tif had asked, and she knows me by the way, I made him promise that if he went he had to take me out on a date after Thanksgiving and pull out all the stops for it.  When I found out that he danced I told him not only were all the stops going to be pulled he had to dress up.  When I agreed to do this favor for Tif I only did because every formal type thing Dan and I have gone to he was miserable at.  I figured the same would be true for this one.  But he had fun.  And that bothers me.  And I know that I am being irrational, but I can not help it.  And it is not that he had fun with another girl he knows I flirt with other guys all of the time just becuase it is fun, it is that he danced with other girls before he ever danced with me.  I know he would never ever cheat on me.  He loves me and he has an idea of not only what I would do to him if he did, but his family and the rest of my family and friends would do to him as well.  His family likes me too much to let him screw anything up with me.  Especially, since I am his mom's best hope for grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;I will feel better about everything in a few days, but right now I am still so jealous.  And a little annoyed that he had fun and danced.  But things will get better.  They always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110109933016451023?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110109933016451023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110109933016451023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110109933016451023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110109933016451023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/stupid-stupid-stupid.html' title='Stupid, Stupid, Stupid'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110091294926562409</id><published>2004-11-19T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T19:09:09.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>It is so time for a break.  Dan and I can not stop bickering right now.  We are both so stressed out that we can not seem to have a civil conversation.  We need some time off.  Not from each other, but from school.  I also need to get away from Megan as I have decided she is a big part of why I am stressed out anymore.  She is always involved in some type of drama and tries to drag me into it.  Thanksgiving will help, I just wish Dan and I would be able to spend some time together then.  He is going to be in Illinois and it is not that far of a drive to my grandparent's then so even though I understand why he is not going to come over I still wish he would.  We are going to have to do something next  year though because my family is a bit miffed that I do so much with his family yet he never seems to come to our family events.  Of course a big reason there is because we only really seem to get together at Thanksgiving and Christmas and even though we are making plans to get married I do not want to make him not spend that time with his family yet.  Next year though, we are going to have to figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;And I am never going shopping with Dan again.  The whole reason we went tonight was so he could go Christmas shopping, but he had to complain every step of the way.  I honestly thought about leaving him at Barnes and Noble and making him walk back.  But he would have had to walk through several not so nice neighborhoods and despited being angry at him I really do not want him to turn up dead in a ditch somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110091294926562409?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110091294926562409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110091294926562409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110091294926562409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110091294926562409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110082528633635692</id><published>2004-11-18T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T18:48:06.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad....yet again.</title><content type='html'>For some reason I only seem to post when I am angry and tonight I am angry at Dan.  I went to see him after my night class was over and once again he was asleep, kindof.  He woke up at first and seemed pleased to see me and when I asked him if he wanted me to go so he could sleep more he just rolled over and shrugged.  So he was awake.  I can always tell when he is.  So i just kind of sat there and waited for him to say something and I finally got fed up and repeated myself and he said he didn't give a shit.  Which that really pissed me off so I just left.  If Colin hadn't been napping too I would have taken great pleasure in slamming the door despite it being extremely juvenile.  It just makes me so mad because even though he got better for awhile he is starting to take my presence for granted again.  He never comes over unless I twist his arm and whenever I have things to do suddenly he really wants to see me.  Or if I do go over to his room he is always either sleeping, playing video games and ignoring me, or doesn't really want to see me.  It is really starting to annoy me.  So right now if he wants to talk to me he is going to have to come over here.  I refuse to talk to him or go see him until he hauls his lazy ass over here and tells me what is going on.  I can not plan my whole day around his lack of sleep at night that is his own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110082528633635692?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110082528633635692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110082528633635692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110082528633635692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110082528633635692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/madyet-again.html' title='Mad....yet again.'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110061919674576830</id><published>2004-11-16T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T09:33:16.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited.  Joey will be home hopefully by the end of February.  He is in Falluja now, his unit got moved and that is why it took him so long to reply, but he will be home soon.  I also impulsively agreed to let his girlfriend stay with me whenever they come to visit because he says she does not want to let him out of her sight when he gets back.  And I understand, but I am a little leary because I don't really know his girlfriend and the one time I met her she did not really seem to like me that much.  Of course that could also be becuase Joey and I were flirting with each other like we always do.  It does not bother Dan becuase he knows I would never cheat on him and because Joey would never do anything like that to him, but apparently it bother Colleen.  And honestly I do not even know if the two are dating or if they are just really close.  I think it has been an on and off thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110061919674576830?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110061919674576830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110061919674576830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110061919674576830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110061919674576830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/joey.html' title='Joey'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110030574885965572</id><published>2004-11-12T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:29:08.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Finally</title><content type='html'>So once again I am making an angry posting.  Becuase once again Megan has managed to piss me off.  She lied to her mom about going to see Ricky this weekend and turned her phone off.  Which of course she never ever does so when her mom tried calling her she was immiediately suspisious when Megan didn't answer so she called the room I evaded her questions, but then I called Megan and left a pissed off message saying I would not lie for her so to get things in order.  Because honestly if her mother does call again I won't lie and Megan will be in a whole world of shit.  And it will be her own fault for lying to her parents in the first place.  I really don't like lying and I honestly don't like Megan enough to lie for her to her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110030574885965572?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110030574885965572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110030574885965572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110030574885965572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110030574885965572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/gone-finally.html' title='Gone Finally'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-110013935865032684</id><published>2004-11-10T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:15:58.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>College Students</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand college students.  I go to a pretty pricey school and most of my classmates have some serious money in their families.  Some like me are here by getting a lot of scholarships, but the majority of people are just plain rich.  So what I do not understand is that when they all drink they drink crap.  I guess  what I really do not understand is why they drink just to get drunk night after night.  Becuase honestly, if I do drink I am not going to just go out and drink as much crappy beer or whatever until I can not stand up.  And honestly I think everyone needs to do something like that once in their lives so they can know what it feels like, but doing it night after night just does not make sense to me.  Instead of buying case after case of crap I do not understand why people just do not take the money and buy something that actually tastes good and does not require you to be drunk to enjoy.  But then that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-110013935865032684?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/110013935865032684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=110013935865032684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110013935865032684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/110013935865032684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/college-students.html' title='College Students'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-109996452301790152</id><published>2004-11-08T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:42:03.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job!Job!Job!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited.  I had a job interview today and I got it.  It is only part time since I am still in school, but it is a really good job and it is going to give me something good to put on my resume.  Finally, no more fast food jobs for me.  I really hope this all works out.  It means I might not have to move home this summer.  My family is cool with it, mostly because I think we all realize that we get along much better when I do not have to live at home, but if I do stay here this summer I am really going to miss Dan.  We've been together almost 3 years now so I am not worried that a summer apart will end things for us, but I am going to really miss him.  He is a big reason that I have managed to survive college without having a nervous breakdown.  Like the other night.  I finally hit the breaking point with all of the stress I was under and just broke down into tears when neither of us was really expecting it.  That sucked for both of us as I really hate crying, but he was there for me.  I really love him and as soon as he gets around to proposing I am going to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-109996452301790152?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/109996452301790152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=109996452301790152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109996452301790152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109996452301790152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/jobjobjob.html' title='Job!Job!Job!'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-109994594427210978</id><published>2004-11-08T15:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:32:24.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB!!!</title><content type='html'>I got a job!  Well, it is really an internship, but still that means I can quit my campus job and not have to make any more pizza or subs!  I am so excited right now.  Plus, this hopefully will mean that I do not have to live at home this summer.  I would miss my family and Dan, but I would have so much more freedom.  And yes, I realize that I would also have so much more to worry about with bills and stress like that, but still I would not have to live at home.  A lot of it depends on how next semester goes and how good of a job I do.  If they really like me that will hopefully mean that I will get to work there during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-109994594427210978?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/109994594427210978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=109994594427210978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109994594427210978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109994594427210978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/job.html' title='JOB!!!'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-109962690672030093</id><published>2004-11-04T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:55:06.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But anyway....</title><content type='html'>So I know I said I wasn't going to write anything more about the election, but I just have to get this out.  I am so tired of being insulted becuase I am not only a Republican, but I also voted for Bush.  And I would again if it came down to it.  People need to mind their own business and realize that I do not care at all to have them express their opinions quite forcefully to me at the worst times.  I believe a change in leadership now would be a bad thing with us committed as much as we are to everything in the middle east.  I may not agree with all of the reasons we are over there in the first place, but now is not the time to go in and change everything.  Personly, I do not think there is anyone qualified to be president.  I do not think the American public as a whole is well educated enough to vote for something like that.  And honestly, I think the media should be ashamed of itself for all of the name calling and sidetaking it has done.  I do not know what could be done to really solve any of these problems, but I can say this, people need to mind their own business.  Each person had their own reasons for voting the way they did and that should be respected.  I go to a liberal arts college.  As a Republican I am definetely in the minority here, but giving myself the title of a Republican does not stop me voting for what I think is right.  I believe that the party system in America has gotten completely out of hand and is not doing what it was originally created to do.  Instead of hearing the different voices all we are hearing are two.  I still love America and am proud to be American, but I think there are some serious problems that need to be taken care of in our ruling system.&lt;br /&gt;So to all of my friends, classmates, and neighbors fuck off and respect my privacy and my right to vote for what I feel is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-109962690672030093?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/109962690672030093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=109962690672030093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109962690672030093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109962690672030093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/but-anyway.html' title='But anyway....'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-109951666881965054</id><published>2004-11-03T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T15:17:48.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Bitch</title><content type='html'>Ok.  So the election is over now and my roommate is not taking it well.  I supported Bush and she supported Kerry.  I had no problems with that.  I never bashed him in front of her and I tried not to bring up or be in any discussions about politics around her.  I was trying to keep things civil in our room.  However, I don't know if that is going to last.  Ever since Kerry has conceeded to Bush she has been a huge bitch and keeps making insulting remarks directed at Bush and rebuplicans in general.  I have to live with her for the rest of the school year so I don't really want to get into any huge fights with her, but I am worried that it is going to come down to it.  And honestly, draft evasion is a terrible thing.  I realize not everyone would want to serve, but I honestly do not believe that there will be a draft.  There are too many people volunteerily signing up for the service.  And honestly if you live in a country with the freedom that we have you have to expect to pay some price for it. &lt;br /&gt;So I guess we will just have to wait and see how much longer I can last without going for her throat.  At least I will have a single next year and won't have to put up with this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-109951666881965054?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/109951666881965054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=109951666881965054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109951666881965054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109951666881965054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/that-bitch.html' title='That Bitch'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-109945690045941481</id><published>2004-11-02T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:48:01.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommates</title><content type='html'>Well, I am losing a roommate next semester. Kelly is going to go study abroad in Australia so there will only be three of us in here now. Megan is driving me nuts with all of here pining for Ricky. All she does is talk on the phone to him and it does not matter where we are or what is going on she talks to him. And the crap she takes from him drives me insane. I am so sick and tired of listening to them bicker about stupid unimportant things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost as tired of it as I am of the election. I am so sick of the ads on tv and the political cartoons and the stupid college democrats and their in your face campaign. I thought one was going to try to take me out the other day when I refused to stop and discuss the evils of the republicans with them. And to top it all off they almost made me late for class which really would have angered me.&lt;br /&gt;On a high point though Dan heard from Joey. He's out in a tent somewhere in the middle east. We don't really know, but he will probably be back in January or March. I am excited. I really like Joey. Out of all of Dan's friends he is probably my favorite. He has always been so nice to me. The fact that he is coming back six months earlier than he was supposed to makes me really happy because it means that I can stop worrying about him so much. I am going to make him a Christmas present like I am for everything else. He won't get it until he gets back, but at least I will be able to send him a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-109945690045941481?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/109945690045941481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=109945690045941481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109945690045941481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109945690045941481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/11/roommates.html' title='Roommates'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-109925868248229315</id><published>2004-10-31T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T15:40:33.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interviews, Parents, and Freaky People</title><content type='html'>So there I was this weekend, what I thought was going to be a great job opportunity for me, but oh no. I tried to get suckered into some pyramid scam about nutritional supplements. So I said screw them and left. Which really sucks becuase I could have used the money and the work experience, but oh well. And then my parents are in town this weekend. I feel like they are expecting me to entertain them. Well, on Sundays I normally am in the library studying for whatever test or quiz I have early on in the week. I do not have a lot of fun time any more. And to top it all of my roommate's boyfriend was down to visit this weekend. Thankfully, he and his friend are gone now becuase they both honestly freaked me out. Especially the friend. I do not think I heard him say one word the entire weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you should visit this link below. It may seem like it is for kids, but really it is a lot of fun. And if you sign up I get stuff for my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=oz_lzrd"&gt;http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=oz_lzrd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-109925868248229315?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/109925868248229315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=109925868248229315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109925868248229315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109925868248229315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/10/job-interviews-parents-and-freaky.html' title='Job Interviews, Parents, and Freaky People'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932549.post-109908963262930735</id><published>2004-10-29T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T17:40:57.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One, Here I Am!</title><content type='html'>So, here I am. My own blog. Wow. I have to say this sure beats having an online journal or anything. So I will just put on here whatever I feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932549-109908963262930735?l=bwors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/feeds/109908963262930735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932549&amp;postID=109908963262930735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109908963262930735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932549/posts/default/109908963262930735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwors.blogspot.com/2004/10/day-one-here-i-am.html' title='Day One, Here I Am!'/><author><name>Ozums</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
