<?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-6340017</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:14:41.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aluean Sea</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I'm not sure what I'm doing, or why. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-108407230083265141</id><published>2004-05-08T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T22:16:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid stupid fish</title><summary type='text'>yesterday morning i woke up to find all of my big fish chasing moby dick. at first i thought they were just playing around, like they usually do. so i just let them go about their business. but then when i looked at them again, they were beating up my moby. i'm serious when i say they were beating him up. all five of the other big guys were chasing him around the tank and every time they would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/108407230083265141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/108407230083265141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108407230083265141' title='stupid stupid fish'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-108274529123694365</id><published>2004-04-23T12:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:39:00.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ever become a teacher...</title><summary type='text'>I will make the last three weeks of my classes the easiest. Most of the harder, longer assignments will be due toward the beginning of the semester. If I assign any projects, they will be assigned early with periodical checkpoints so that -ideally-my students will not procrastinate. The projects will be due between the midterm times and final times. But I will not have midterms or finals. Maybe a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/108274529123694365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/108274529123694365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274529123694365' title='If I ever become a teacher...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-108274115630571157</id><published>2004-04-23T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:30:05.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my friends...</title><summary type='text'>my friend, Kim, sent this to me.FRIENDSHIP PRAYER:May the fleas of a thousand camels infest thecrotch of the person whoscrews up your day and may their arms be tooshort to scratch...  AMEN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/108274115630571157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/108274115630571157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274115630571157' title='I love my friends...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107958049948320985</id><published>2004-03-17T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T21:31:38.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this...</title><summary type='text'>'And Really Bad Eggs..'- You're very odd, and noone's really sure what you're talking about.Maybe YOU aren't even sure what you're talkingabout. Which of Captain Jack Sparrow's Quotes are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107958049948320985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107958049948320985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958049948320985' title='I love this...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107957580940219138</id><published>2004-03-17T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T20:14:20.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias</title><summary type='text'>I was doing some research for a fiction paper that's due friday, when I found this list of phobias. All I have to say is that there are some fucked up people in this world. For example, there is a fear of being infested with worms: heminthophobia; fear of long words: hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia; fear of rectums: protophobia; fear of urinating: urophobia. I think the doctors are bastards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107957580940219138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107957580940219138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957580940219138' title='Phobias'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107864092020760300</id><published>2004-03-07T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T00:31:43.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm whiny</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired. I'm crabby. I'm pissed off. I've got to pee. My finger hurts. I feel fat. I'm home alone. I want to scream. I want to break something. I want to throttle ben with a hammer. I'm not doing shit for spring break. My plants are dying. and my fish are hyper. What a lovely day it's been. Good night, wake me next week. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107864092020760300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107864092020760300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864092020760300' title='I&apos;m whiny'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107774622832608387</id><published>2004-02-25T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T15:59:58.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><summary type='text'>i just read my v-day posting for the first time since v-day. yeah, i'd have to say that was my worse v-day ever, even worse than last year. Last year we got in a fight, i left his house without him knowing. he thought i broke up w/ him. we both had last minute shopping to do, so what do we do, we're pissed off at each other and we go shopping for each other. then i get the news that my best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107774622832608387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107774622832608387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107774622832608387' title='Hmm'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107678860793866365</id><published>2004-02-14T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T13:59:21.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>getting very upset</title><summary type='text'>i'm about ready to strangle ben, if only he was here. hmm, happy valentine's day honey, i'm gonna go over to my friend's house. what a dick. he says "oh, i'll be right back." it's been what? 21/2 hours! i'm fuming. he is so thick-headed. I'm tempted to put my comfy clothes back on and say fuck it. it's like this everytime we plan on doing something. he has to go to his friend's house everyday. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107678860793866365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107678860793866365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107678860793866365' title='getting very upset'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107669691434714057</id><published>2004-02-13T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T12:31:07.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Template changes</title><summary type='text'>I'm in the process of trying to change my template. Every time i try something, I mess it up, so it could take a while. Be patient. I probably won't do jack shit this weekend because Valentine's day is Ben's birthday. ick. it makes me feel like i have to do twice as much as i usually do for him. yippie skippy. Well, i'm off to class, and now with the projects starting for class, i don't think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107669691434714057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107669691434714057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669691434714057' title='Template changes'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107635123489485749</id><published>2004-02-09T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T12:30:55.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons for sex</title><summary type='text'>FROM JAY, SMOKES RAT POISON FOR FUN10 Reasons To Have Sex....1. Scientific tests find that when women make love,they produce double amounts of the hormone estrogen,which make hair shiny  and skin smooth. 2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances ofsuffering  dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. Thesweat produced  cleanses the pores and makes your skinglow.3. Lovemaking can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107635123489485749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107635123489485749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635123489485749' title='10 reasons for sex'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107602619292956776</id><published>2004-02-05T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T18:12:15.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>going shopping</title><summary type='text'>tonight's my last night i can get my discount at penney's. that's what i'll miss the most. there's awesome clearance going on if anyone hasn't found that out by now. everything wintery is 75% off. anyone need anything? i get an extra 20 off that. so exciting. dammit i wish i had money. on an unrelated note. if anyone is interested... ben is bald. his friends said the long hair on top looked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107602619292956776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107602619292956776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602619292956776' title='going shopping'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107595550670301977</id><published>2004-02-04T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T22:34:07.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sad</title><summary type='text'>I just went to feed my kids and I found little chubba, aka little april or bloater, dead. She was stuck to the filter. Dammit. She was so damn cute. I think the bigger guys might have beat up on her because the other little guys hide now when they see them. Oh, i'm so mad. She was my favorite little baby. I noticed that she was acting funny last night. I thought maybe she was laying eggs, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107595550670301977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107595550670301977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595550670301977' title='I&apos;m so sad'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107591995125889608</id><published>2004-02-04T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T12:41:31.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><summary type='text'>So my big exciting event for last night was cutting Ben's hair. What else can I say, but oops.  Actually, I kept saying that every time I would cut some off. His hair is so thick and annoying that we just brought out the buzzer and buzzed the bottom half off and then left it longer on the top. he wouldn't let me touch the top. He said he'd have it done by someone else. Gee thanks. That would have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107591995125889608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107591995125889608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591995125889608' title='Oops'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107540055685409478</id><published>2004-01-29T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T12:24:48.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it get worse...</title><summary type='text'>yep. not only will my car not start, but Ben's battery died while he was trying to start his too. How wonderful is that? Looks like I'm missing class again today. Oh i'm ready to break something. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107540055685409478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107540055685409478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540055685409478' title='Could it get worse...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107532471512316975</id><published>2004-01-28T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T15:21:25.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one</title><summary type='text'>I started reading Desiree's blog about being an overworked college student and found myself reading the whole thing. Dammit these are too addicting. I can tell that she has fun blogging. I'm sure it's exciting to be able to tweak something just how you want it tweaked, well with the exception of her boyfriend adding things(like his pic) to her page. She uses her blog as a break from her hectic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107532471512316975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107532471512316975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532471512316975' title='Last one'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107532183474735592</id><published>2004-01-28T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:39:41.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Car</title><summary type='text'>My damn car still won't start. I'm going to beat it with Ben's golf clubs pretty soon. I'm guessing when it makes little clicking noises that my fricken battery is dead, no? Peachy. Why am I not surprised. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107532183474735592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107532183474735592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532183474735592' title='Stupid Car'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107532089586242247</id><published>2004-01-28T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:30:39.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Biindigen! Come in!"</title><summary type='text'>I just finally got around to reading Jamie's blog and I wished I had read more earlier. Her blog has very much a notebook feel, which as a result brings you into her life. Her writings are very honest as she contemplates her life, family, and society, and her personality is reflected through her contemplations. Furthermore, she gives a new perspective to those reading, probably in hopes that her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107532089586242247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107532089586242247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532089586242247' title='&quot;Biindigen! Come in!&quot;'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107531867245540785</id><published>2004-01-28T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T13:54:34.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Sweet and Sour</title><summary type='text'>Erin's site SweetandSourGoth never ceases to amaze me. Blogging seems to come so naturally to her. Although everyone says this, I'm also going to say that her writings are so honest; however, I also think her blog is inspirational. Her ability to tell it like it is no matter what the consequences to her ego or pride, is very remarkable and admirable. Her writing is very engaging, for even the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107531867245540785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107531867245540785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531867245540785' title='A Little Sweet and Sour'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107531121245421053</id><published>2004-01-28T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T12:13:11.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging a Blog</title><summary type='text'>Again, I was just clicking on links when I stumbled up on this one. It's a site being nominated for the Best Group Weblog Award, which seems silly, but I guess it's something to do. It kept my interest for the fact that it was being nominated. I was interested in what makes a site good enough to be considered for an award such as that. I might have been a little disappointed. The site is called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107531121245421053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107531121245421053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531121245421053' title='Blogging a Blog'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107530462935816316</id><published>2004-01-28T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T09:45:59.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Minnesota!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I won't be in class today because my piece of shit car won't start. It's too damn cold, and plus I think my battery is dead. Wonderful. It's the 3rd week of classes and I'm already missing class. What pisses me off the most is that if i was parked on the other side of the parking lot, my car would have started just fine. That's where I parked before a bunch of idiots moved in to the house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107530462935816316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107530462935816316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530462935816316' title='I hate Minnesota!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107524875575297032</id><published>2004-01-27T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:14:45.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave it to Kim</title><summary type='text'>My friend Kim sent me this. She always sends me goofy shit. The last one is the best. Poor midgets... CHINESE PROVERBS*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Virginity like bubble, one prick, all gone.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Man who run in front of car get tired.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Man who run behind car get exhausted.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Foolish man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107524875575297032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107524875575297032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524875575297032' title='Leave it to Kim'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107517582137157096</id><published>2004-01-26T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T21:59:09.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much</title><summary type='text'>I just got home from work. Nothing exciting happened tonight, no incredibly stupid customers or any significant theft attempts. Although those aren't really exciting, it's more like annoying. And the lame excuses people have are even more annoying: "Oh, I'm waiting for someone to come pick me up cuz they're gonna pay for it." "Yeah, so. Does that mean you can walk out with hundreds of dollars </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107517582137157096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107517582137157096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517582137157096' title='Not Much'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107509149947165069</id><published>2004-01-25T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T22:33:46.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uff Da</title><summary type='text'>My eyes hurt, i'm tired, and i'm going to bed. I started reading everyone's class blogs, but i just can't focus. I'll try tomorrow to do the in-class blogs. nite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107509149947165069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107509149947165069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107509149947165069' title='Uff Da'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107508935251206788</id><published>2004-01-25T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T22:18:25.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boing Boing</title><summary type='text'>I don't remember how I found this site, but it's a good one. It's a self proclaimed "Directory of Wonderful Things" however, I would call it a Weird News blog, which is why it kept my attention because the Off the Wall section  used to be the only part of the newspaper that I read. The site is a little daunting partly because it is pages upon pages of the world's oddities. It's got a sarcastic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107508935251206788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107508935251206788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508935251206788' title='Boing Boing'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107508745829428988</id><published>2004-01-25T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T21:26:25.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Effect</title><summary type='text'>The movie was amazing. Original, but nothing crazy. I think the critics are being way too hard on this film. I thought it was a great movie. Kind of like a "what if" aspect on life. I'm not going to go into details about it because I hate when people ruin things for me. I thought Ashton Kutcher (who by the way couldn't pull of being ugly with the scruffy look, but then again, i think the scruffy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107508745829428988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107508745829428988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508745829428988' title='Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107505571362551900</id><published>2004-01-25T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T12:37:20.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news</title><summary type='text'>I have good news for everyone. None of the little guys went belly up in the middle of the night. Now all the big guys are playing ring-around-the-clam-shell. Then they all gather in a little circle, with their noses all touching and telll secrets. So tute. I came up with a different name for little april. I'm going to call her Bloater, but Ben still insists on calling her little april. Actually, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107505571362551900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107505571362551900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505571362551900' title='Good news'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107500797910388727</id><published>2004-01-24T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T23:21:45.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony, Odd, Messed up, Strange, Coincidence?</title><summary type='text'>I usually never read my horroscope because i don't believe in it, but today i did. This kind of made me laugh. I don't feel like linking to it, so here it is: Virgo 8/23 - 9/22 You might find yourself trying to learn a new computer program today, dear Virgo. At first, you might find it a little mind-boggling, but as you continue to catch on you'll find that it makes things a lot easier for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107500797910388727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107500797910388727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500797910388727' title='Irony, Odd, Messed up, Strange, Coincidence?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107500221755459519</id><published>2004-01-24T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T21:59:47.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Exciting Day, Kinda</title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess it all started to be exciting last night. I finally got my fish tank up. 55 gallons! I'm a sucker for marine life. My boyfriend and I were up til 2 last night trying to get it all set up. He bought me a stand for the tank, which was a pain in the ass to get set up. The instruction manual was probably written by a pot head. But oh well, it's up. With the exception of two screws, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107500221755459519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107500221755459519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500221755459519' title='My Exciting Day, Kinda'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107483056536296241</id><published>2004-01-22T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:08:59.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here I am. Bored and thirsty. My fish are hungry because I haven't fed them in over an hour. They're little pigs. When I first moved to Bemidji, I left them with my mom because I couldn't bring them with me right away. Huge mistake because she fed them about 12 times a day. My mom is one of those types of people that will ask your if you're hungry every 10 minutes. THen she'll insist on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107483056536296241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107483056536296241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483056536296241' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107481604414986568</id><published>2004-01-22T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:02:47.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little peace</title><summary type='text'>I've finally got a night off from work. I'm really tempted to quit, especially since I'm already behind in all of my classes. If anyone has never worked retail before, I wouldn't recommend it. Until I started my job, I never realized how stupid some people can be. Customers will come in and they'll be looking around and so on. Then they'll realize that they can't find something that they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107481604414986568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107481604414986568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481604414986568' title='A little peace'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340017.post-107427143399528149</id><published>2004-01-16T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:45:47.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><summary type='text'>Here's the beginning...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107427143399528149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340017/posts/default/107427143399528149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluea.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427143399528149' title='My First Post'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708401376427424325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
