<?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-5781178</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:45:01.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penn 223</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of two college students.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781178.post-106955235904379599</id><published>2003-11-22T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T17:53:07.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>I woke up quite late this morning. I set my alarm for 10, but I think I forgot to turn it on. I ended up waking up around 11:30. Since my morning started so late I didn't feel like taking a shower or even really getting dressed. I'm still in my pajamas with dirty hair. I feel gross. I just threw on a sweatshirt and some socks and shoes to go to Fred Meyer and the Bon to eat. Pathetic I know. But that's ok. :) I decided it's a weekend and I have no reason why not to just relax and be blah. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106955235904379599?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106955235904379599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106955235904379599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106955235904379599' title='Lazy Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106902793884755333</id><published>2003-11-16T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T16:12:40.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Serenity Now</title><content type='html'>I was reading the lyrics to "Mood Rings" today on a website and noticed three ads on the side supported by google. Two were for mood rings, but the first was for a &lt;a href="http://www.findserenitynow.com/womenshealth/?b=1923"&gt;pill&lt;/a&gt; that apparently will help balance your moods and emotions. I just had to laugh inside. How many women who are really seeking professional or medical help for their unstable emotions would look for an answer in the comical lyrics of "Mood Rings?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106902793884755333?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106902793884755333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106902793884755333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106902793884755333' title='Find Serenity Now'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106782923671028146</id><published>2003-11-02T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T19:21:46.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Weekend</title><content type='html'>(I decided it was time to blog again so Amancay won't have to keep reading the same old entry over and over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Friday morning (Oct. 31) to go to Bremerton and visit Hans for the weekend. It was extremely freezing! (Although, it's been cold here in Newberg too.) We took Bernie's granddaughter out trick-or-treating. She was really adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Saturday) his dad took me and Hans out to look at cars, since Hans needs to get one. We didn't have a whole lot of luck. For the rest of the day we just hung out and relaxed. We watched "The Matrix Reloaded" at night, but it was late and I was pretty tired so I fell asleep before it was over. Once the credits came on, I woke up and said, "Oh it's over?" so...I don't know what happened, but that's alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we got up and saw that there was snow coming down with the rain. We went to church and I met some of his friends/acquaintances that he's met there. After getting back from church we had just a little bit of time to be together before I needed to leave. They drove me to Tacoma where I met my friend, Dana, who gave me a ride up there. She picked me up at the mall and we had a long drive back to Newberg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back around 6 this evening. I briefly chatted with Crystal while she was at work in the Bon. She said I missed a lot this weekend. Apparently the power went out in Newberg on Friday and it snowed at some point over the weekend. That's ok, I saw a little snow this morning, and as fun as a power outage can be, I was extremely happy to get to be with Hans. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that about covers the news with me for the last few days. (Oh, and I'm excited for Christmas...Just a random thought.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106782923671028146?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106782923671028146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106782923671028146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106782923671028146' title='Halloween Weekend'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106635247713152159</id><published>2003-10-16T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T18:01:17.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow!!</title><content type='html'>I get to see Hans again tomorrow!! It's been about 5 weeks! That's the longest we've gone without seeing each other. &lt;br /&gt;I realized that I haven't blogged in awhile, so I decided I should do so. There's really not a lot to say though. Next week Crystal and I have a load of tests. yuck. We are going to stress together. &lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful tree outside our window is turning red and the leaves are blowing around in the wind. Hm....well I'll leave it at that I guess. sorry, so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106635247713152159?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106635247713152159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106635247713152159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106635247713152159' title='Tomorrow!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106542382291532824</id><published>2003-10-06T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T00:03:43.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings</title><content type='html'>Today Crystal and I walked to Fred Meyer. I decided to buy a bridal magazine while there. They're so fun to look through. :) Well then on the way out something caught mine and Crystal's attention out of the corner of our eyes. It was sparkly. And pretty. "Oooo, rings!" Crystal exclaimed, so we *had* to stop and check them out. The lady there came up and asked if we needed anything and we said we were just looking. She said she'd be happy to help us try anything on and that she really didn't have anything to do. So, I really couldn't let her just be bored! I was obligated to try a ring on to bring some entertainment to her job. So I did. Coincidentally, it was this really cute bridal pair. I was thinking, oh my gosh, is that *my* finger?! It was weird. But it *was* pretty, and she said it looked good on my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my room I've been flipping through the mag. Crystal and I did some homework and now we've been complaining about how loud our floor is during quiet hours. Geez, have some respect girls. It's getting late. Hence, the term "quiet" hours. Anyway, that about covers it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106542382291532824?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106542382291532824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106542382291532824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106542382291532824' title='Happy Feelings'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106538240472409938</id><published>2003-10-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T12:33:24.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly Fun</title><content type='html'>Steph and I downloaded this Maybelline makeover program onto our computers. You can upload pictures of yourself and then put all kinds of makeup on to see what looks good or not. Maybe if she agrees, I can get us to put up a few pics of the most memorable makeovers (Scariest, Brightest, Normal, etc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106538240472409938?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106538240472409938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106538240472409938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106538240472409938' title='Girly Fun'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642736185255872383</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-5781178.post-106523459509997763</id><published>2003-10-03T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T19:29:54.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is my grandpa's birthday! Happy birthday Grandpa :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I should blog something since Steph seems to be keeping you all informed about our life. I woke up sick today. Good thing it was on Friday and not Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, Hans, and I have been having "Story Time with Crystal" every night. We have read the Grimms' Snow White (the original version), this story about a girl who had to fulfill all these impossible tasks for her evil stepmother (a kind of mixing of Rumplestiltskin and Cinderella), and last night we read a modern writer's fairy tale about a girl who committed suicide in the sea to follow the merman she fell in love with. Overall some pretty depressing stories with a lot of messed up people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I are now trying to find out online if there is really any truth to the rumor of the Kennedy curse.... Maybe she will tell you about it if we find anything. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106523459509997763?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106523459509997763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106523459509997763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106523459509997763' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642736185255872383</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-5781178.post-106515029077983302</id><published>2003-10-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T20:04:50.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Profanities</title><content type='html'>Alright, it seems that everytime Crystal and I go walking through town we usually get some sort of honking, catcall, or yell. Why is this? What is up with the males of Newberg? Are they just desperate?! Well, today I decided it's worth blogging about. &lt;br /&gt;Crystal, Amy, and I went on a walk first to Wells Fargo then to Newberg Public Library. On the way to the bank some vehicle passed by us from which a random guy yelled, "[something] ladies!" All three of us were equally confused and complaining about the frequent disturbances we receive from Newbergian guys. Amy ranted that there needs to be some sort of hand signal we can use that isn't quite as offending as giving the middle finger but expresses our pure irritation. If only we had known what was next.&lt;br /&gt;We left Wells Fargo and on the way to the library *still in shock* some guy yelled a rather obscene statement at us (we assumed it was at us not knowing who else it could've been directed to, although we knew we were not deserving of his disrespectfulness.) It was quite a clear, "F**k you, B*tch*s!" Umm...no...that's ok. This statement I decided pushed the random catcalls too far. This was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; ok. This offended me. All three of us could not figure out what provoked such a thing to be yelled out at us innocent sweet pedestrian girls. Seriously. We did not have some sign on us that read "Cash prize to him who can yell the most vulgar, derogatory, and belittling phrase at us!" No, we weren't even dressed in any sort of manner that would make me think it would cause some guy to think, wow! Now there's a sexy woman! Yeah, sweatshirt, jeans, and wind-blown hair &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cries out desperate sex kitten to me. To all those Newbergian guys who can't seem to grasp a sense of chivalry, keep it in your pants! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a little bit of humor for today:&lt;br /&gt;Crystal was reading in her art history text book and found an excerpt which told of Dante asking Giotto why Giotto's children are so ugly and his paintings so beautiful. Giotto replied that he paints by the daylight and reproduces in the darkness of night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106515029077983302?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106515029077983302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106515029077983302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106515029077983302' title='Screaming Profanities'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106506936316401906</id><published>2003-10-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:36:02.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy always makes us laugh...</title><content type='html'>Well last night &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/penn223/amybed"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; entertained us by getting stuck between mine and Crystal's beds. She was leaning down to pick something up and Crystal lifted her legs up, which caused her to fall down between them and get stuck in the narrow space. It was quite a hilarious moment. She really couldn't get up. &lt;br /&gt;Today went mostly fine. I had a test tonight. Now that it's over I feel a lot better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106506936316401906?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106506936316401906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106506936316401906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106506936316401906' title='Amy always makes us laugh...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106481908901105076</id><published>2003-09-29T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T00:06:50.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bum-Busting</title><content type='html'>While reading health and fitness tips tonight online, I came across a "bum-busting" technique--"traveling lunges." &lt;br /&gt; "Stand with feet shoulder-width apart and take a big step forward with your right leg, making sure your knee stops above your ankle and doesn't bend more than 90 degrees. Foot planted, shift your weight onto your right leg and bring your left foot beside the right."&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and I tried this out all the way down our hallway and back. It was quite entertaining and fun. I couldn't help laughing the whole time because I knew we looked funny. The girls who saw us laughed too and gave us questioning looks. I gave them the explanation, "Butt-busting!" Crystal and I decided we will do this more often, possibly around the track. Amy encouragingly told us that as we "lunged" passed their room that she noticeably saw our butts decrease in size. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106481908901105076?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106481908901105076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106481908901105076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106481908901105076' title='Bum-Busting'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106469082771932398</id><published>2003-09-27T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T12:27:07.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival Con Dios</title><content type='html'>Today I will be off with a group of people from Penn to go to Festival Con Dios near Salem. We signed up as volunteers so we don't have to pay the ticket price of nearly $30. Instead, we get to go for free!! :) I hear that we will be cleaning up garbage afterwards. That's not all that bad. I'm not sure when we're leaving... It should be fun. I'll try and take pictures there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106469082771932398?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106469082771932398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106469082771932398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106469082771932398' title='Festival Con Dios'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106464792623344704</id><published>2003-09-27T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T01:50:25.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play That Funky Music White Boy...</title><content type='html'>The 70's Dance tonight was a smash! A little sweaty and a bit tiring, but full of fun! We girls dressed up and took some &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/penn223/70s"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt;...who knows, I might even get them on our site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106464792623344704?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106464792623344704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106464792623344704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106464792623344704' title='Play That Funky Music White Boy...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106456414662168239</id><published>2003-09-26T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T01:15:46.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>I have a test in economics tomorrow (or technically, today). I haven't really studied yet. I did however procrastinate by giving Crystal a makeover, styling her hair, picking out an outfit for her, and doing a photoshoot. It was so much fun! She looked so cute. I might post a pic of her on the site...if she'll allow me to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106456414662168239?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106456414662168239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106456414662168239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106456414662168239' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106447421247089988</id><published>2003-09-25T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T00:16:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Test</title><content type='html'>Well, in the morning Crystal and I have a test in Environmental Science. We studied tonight with Melissa. It was an entertaining study session. We tried to study in a way that would be memorable. For instance, we must memorize all aspects about two biomes that exist in the world. We chose deserts and grasslands. Well, grasslands just happens to be where the lions lived in Lion King. So we associated that with the movie. Grasslands have 10-60 inches of rain each year. The animal life consists of lions, hyenas, termites, warthogs, etc. This is partially what originally caused us to associate our studying with the movie. It was a good way to remember. We just have to think Simba!! and then bad hyenas! and Pumba! and they eat the bugs like termites! Then...the hyenas taking over the grasslands are an example of succession. And when the lions return they take over it again, which is an example of secondary succession. You will also notice that when Simba fights Scar, there is a fire...Fires are also a characteristic of grasslands....soooo that was only one *very* small portion of the study guide that we had to go over. Seriously. The study guide had so many questions it wasn't even funny. &lt;br /&gt;After studying Crystal and I went on a jog around Newberg (around 11 pm) to release stress and get some exercise in. OK...I will end this now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106447421247089988?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106447421247089988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106447421247089988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106447421247089988' title='First Test'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106425507731859721</id><published>2003-09-22T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T11:24:37.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Week 4</title><content type='html'>These weeks tend to be going kind of fast. That's a good thing I think. Well, I was awakened this morning to music seeping through our wall from the room next door. I was quite annoyed because it was only a little after 7 and I wasn't going to get up until 8:30. *evil eyes* I restrained myself from going over there and telling them to turn it down. Eventually I fell back asleep. Other than that I've just gone to chapel today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was nice and relaxing. Not super eventful, but relaxing. :) I'm looking forward to this Friday--70's Dance!! *Listens to "These Boots Were Made for Walking" by Nancy Sinatra* Dang, I wish I had some gogo boots. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106425507731859721?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106425507731859721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106425507731859721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106425507731859721' title='Starting Week 4'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106403490534263120</id><published>2003-09-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T22:15:05.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on Site</title><content type='html'>We have added to our "Features" on our website. Go check it out. :) (www.geocities.com/penn223)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106403490534263120?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106403490534263120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106403490534263120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106403490534263120' title='Updates on Site'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106395735903189376</id><published>2003-09-19T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T00:50:40.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ello Me Maties</title><content type='html'>Today be International Talk Like I Pirate Day. Savvy? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106395735903189376?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106395735903189376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106395735903189376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106395735903189376' title='Ello Me Maties'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642736185255872383</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-5781178.post-106395726598756103</id><published>2003-09-19T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T00:50:34.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Carolers</title><content type='html'>     After returning from a nice run around the track tonight, Steph and I decided that we were a little hot on returning to our room. So I put on a sports bra and boxers, while she rolled her tank top up to make it into a sports bra and put shorts on as well. Wouldn't you know that as soon as we had settled down, this loud music burst suddenly from down the hall. It grew steadly closer, and soon we had a group of "Christian" carolers singing to us (it was suite worship tonight, so all the suites got together for worship). So there they were, playing and singing outside our door, complete with bongos, guitars, and a generous portion of guys. &lt;br /&gt;     They wanted us to come out and sing with them, and couldn't quite understand our predicament when we told them that we were only half dressed (though it was probably because of the loud music that they couldn't hear us). Eventually they went away, and we were saved from joining their group and roaming down the hallways only half dressed, singing our little hearts out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106395726598756103?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106395726598756103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106395726598756103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106395726598756103' title='Christian Carolers'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642736185255872383</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-5781178.post-106394797940163082</id><published>2003-09-18T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T22:15:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, it's not as bad as it looks!</title><content type='html'>Ok so the story starts out that Crystal and I were headed to the track/gym to work out. I didn't want to carry my purse with me this time so I was trying to figure out where to put my keys. Crystal suggested I follow her example and stick them down my bra. I chose to do so. Problem: 1) my bra was not a very supportive sports bra to hold them and 2) with the addition of seven custodial keys to my normal four, I think, the load was just too much, so needless, to say they [being the keys] started to fall out. Frustrated that it wasn't going to work but willing to try again, I stuck the cold metal collection again into my bra. As Crystal and I were walking into the back stairwell at the end of our hall I realized that again, it really wasn't going to work. SOooo I pulled my tanktop half up and stuck my hand up there pulling at my keys and shaking the top half of me violently to release my keys which were now stuck! All the while I was laughing because the situation seems hilarious to me. Of course at this moment some girl decided to enter the stairwell, which rarely has much traffic, and I was so focused on other things that I didn't notice her at first. Then, seeing her I reacted with, "Oh my gosh!" She said "I'm sorry," although I'm still not sure what she was sorry about since she probably didn't know what I was doing, which worried me all the more. My embarrassment caused me to laugh more and I quickly tried to save myself with a quick explanation, "We're trying to hide our keys!" She was laughing too and brushed it off with something with the effect of, "Oh don't worry, I just put mine wherever too!" Still, I couldn't help laughing at what I must have looked like. Again we tried another key strategy. This time with our keys tied to the drawstrings of our sweatpants. I was like, "uh, no. They're too heavy and hit me everytime I walk." I don't think so. I've had enough embarrassment. We just held onto them while we jogged the track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd go on about another story but I've written enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106394797940163082?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106394797940163082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106394797940163082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106394797940163082' title='Really, it&apos;s not as bad as it looks!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106386258170455688</id><published>2003-09-17T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T22:23:01.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Reading</title><content type='html'>Today has been pretty average. Nothing really stood out. It's been a good day though. Nice and relaxing. My only complaint is that it's cold in our room. My hands are like ice. I'm bundled up in my Fox sweatshirt and blankets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and I walked to the Newberg library earlier where we returned out previous books and videos that had been checked out and I got two new books to bring back with me. It's amazing--I actually have time for pleasure reading this year! I finished a book I borrowed from Erin and tonight started "Three Blind Mice" by Agatha Christie. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106386258170455688?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106386258170455688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106386258170455688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106386258170455688' title='Book Reading'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106369554698387663</id><published>2003-09-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T00:07:04.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arg, Matie!</title><content type='html'>Crystal and I have recorded our voice mail message on our phone. We put much effort into it. :) To listen to it and leave us a message, call 503-554-3685.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106369554698387663?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106369554698387663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106369554698387663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106369554698387663' title='Arg, Matie!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106360842733824023</id><published>2003-09-14T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T23:47:07.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Campus</title><content type='html'>The weekend went pretty well at home. I got to see Hans today!!!! Unfortunately only for about 5 hours, but at least I got to be with him! It was great. I can't wait to see him again cuz I already miss him. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106360842733824023?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106360842733824023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106360842733824023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106360842733824023' title='Back on Campus'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106350601495496474</id><published>2003-09-13T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T19:20:14.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Weekend Home</title><content type='html'>We came home yesterday and Amy came with us. I stayed the night at Crystal's last night with Amy too. Today my mom and I went to second-hand stores looking for 70's clothes for our 70's dance coming up at Fox. I found some cute stuff, but was unsure about spending money on it before I knew what Crystal and Amy were going to do. It ends up that my grandma has a ton of old retro clothes that my mom and I hauled down from her house since she's not currently living there and won't wear most of them again. Crystal, Amy, and I had a lot of fun going through them and picking out what we want to wear. &lt;br /&gt;I burned a bunch of cds today for Crystal and a couple for myself and Amy. I'm actually feeling pretty exhausted from today and the drama from some relatives that I'm constantly exposed to while being home. I don't feel like going into it, but it just deals with my grandma and who's taking care of her and now it's this big legal thing and it's quite a stress on my family right now. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as to not end on a bad note, I am VERY excited to see Hans tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106350601495496474?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106350601495496474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106350601495496474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106350601495496474' title='First Weekend Home'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106338848664932890</id><published>2003-09-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T10:41:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!!</title><content type='html'>Crystal and I were relieved for it to finally be Friday and we could sleep in. I only have to go to one class today. Then I work and then in the afternoon Crystal and I are headed home for the weekend. I get to see Hans again!!!! (That just made my heart jump.) *feels all warm inside* &lt;br /&gt;Last night Amy was over and we were watching a video that we checked out from the library--"Hauntings Across America--Exclusive Video of Real Ghosts!" It was so freaky! We didn't end up watching the whole thing. One part in particular creeped us out...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad it's the weekend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106338848664932890?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106338848664932890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106338848664932890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106338848664932890' title='Friday!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106331539504170789</id><published>2003-09-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T14:23:15.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness</title><content type='html'>There's nothing exciting to say about today. We had our 8am environmental science class again and then our first lab for it later in the morning. The room was like a freezer. We ate lunch. Then I just struggled to keep myself awake through my apparel construction class. She was lecturing on seams and stitches. It was putting me to sleep, therefore not much actually soaked in to my memory. Now I am munching on a few cheese ritz crackers and drinking Sobe before I head down the hall to work. For those of you that don't know I work custodial. I clean the bathroom, hall, and kitchen on our floor. I'm sure you can tell I am extremely passionate about cleaning those toilets and showers. Well, I just heard the clock tower bell announce it was a quarter after. That means I should be at work. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106331539504170789?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106331539504170789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106331539504170789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106331539504170789' title='Tiredness'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106324164226299513</id><published>2003-09-10T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:54:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghostly Encounters</title><content type='html'>      Today was the annual GFU Serve Day. Our floor had to meet out in the hallway at 7:45am to go eat breakfast together, before we could meet our designated team leader (Mark Pothoff, the Dean of Students here) and head over to the library, which is where we were going to spend the afternoon... surrounded by thousands of books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Stephanie and I got the highly entertaining job of sight reading books. Basically, we started at 000.000 on the Dewey Decimal system and had to pull down each row of books, clean the shelf off, then make sure that they were all in order before putting them back up again. Who knew that doing that for about 5 hours could make one so tired? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So there we were, taking down books (the largest part of them computer science books... they even had several on the Y2K bug). Not very exciting.... until we came to the section on Unsolved Mysteries, Ghosts, Monsters, Paranormal, etc. We found two very interesting books. One was a type of pictorial book, with lots of little facts and very interesting tiny stories about ghosts. We started skimming through it while we were working, and as you can imagine, worked ourselves up into a state of self induced terror. We were getting very jumpy, and were enjoying freaking ourselves out. The other book, which was somewhat longer and had lots of words, we flipped through, looking for the picture pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     By this time, we were both huddled together, hunching over the book as we inspected the paranormal pictures and reading the captions to understand what we were looking at. We were so engrossed, that we weren't very aware of our surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It just so happened, that at this moment, Mark happened to walk up behind us and whisper loudly near us "Girls---"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You can't really blame us for the way we reacted. I mean, we had worked ourselves up into a high state of agitation and paranoia by then. I think Mark was a little more than surprised to have jump in fright as we yelled "O geez! (Steph)" and something else I really can't remember, whirled around to see Mark, and *not* some paranormal figure hovering behind us. We instantly started to hysterically laugh, which caused us to start crying, which caused many people to start staring at us, as Mark, thrown off by the unexpected reaction, laughed at us, very kindly informed us that everyone in the library was looking at us, and asked Steph if she needed a tissue for the tears that were streaming down her face from laughing so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Mark continued on to say that he had only come up to tell us that it was time for lunch and we could take a break now. It took us the next ten to fifteen minutes to stop feeling so jittery and calm down from the large amount of adrenaline pumping through us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I don't think Mark will ever forget us, or this little encounter, as he enjoyed reminding us of it for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Needless to say, as soon as lunch was over, we went back to our ghost reading....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106324164226299513?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106324164226299513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106324164226299513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106324164226299513' title='Ghostly Encounters'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642736185255872383</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-5781178.post-106322263897076994</id><published>2003-09-10T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T12:37:18.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now we shall go to bed</title><content type='html'>yeah, crystal forgot to mention that her teriyaki dinner turned into a stenchy aroma in our room that she *thoroughly* attacked with febreeze. Anyway...to bed I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106322263897076994?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106322263897076994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106322263897076994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106322263897076994' title='And now we shall go to bed'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106318123011302133</id><published>2003-09-10T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T01:07:10.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction to past post</title><content type='html'>I was just reading Stephaine's past posts, as I haven't read any of them before now. So let me set the record straight since Stephanephanie is a bit out of the loop here. *winks at Robyn* While Legolas is perfectly fine (I mean, put pointy ears on just about anybody and they are just great) and I really wouldn't have any objections to him as a "love interest" in Collegius, my elvish infatuation lies with Elrond.... and no, Hugo Weaving *definitely* has nothing to do with that.... those eyebrows would scare anyone away despite the pointy ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, it's all about Elrond.... sorry Legolas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106318123011302133?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106318123011302133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106318123011302133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106318123011302133' title='Correction to past post'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642736185255872383</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-5781178.post-106318079522862380</id><published>2003-09-10T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T00:59:55.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do exist!</title><content type='html'>     Yes well, I was informed that I need to make my presence known on this blog of ours... So here I am, writing this inane entry that I am sure is boring you all to tears... or sleep. Steph and I walked to Fred Meyer's after I got off work today (I had to sit in the basement of Minthorn for two hours waiting for anyone who wanted to come have a study session for spanish... of course no one came. So there I was, sitting down in the language lab with Edgar (another Spanish work study person) doing homework for two hours. But really, whose complaining? They paid me nearly $6.90 an hour to do my homework!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But I digress.... So Steph and I went to Fred Meyer's after dark. We had some guy in a white pickup honk at us on the way there. After confirming that neither of us knew who the person was, Steph summed it up by saying "Probably some horny guy." Then, a little further down the road, she proceeded to scare the heebe jeebes out of me by whispering urgently "There's a guy walking towards us!" Well I, it being dark and not seeing any guy walking towards us, immediately tensed at her tone and frantically looked around for this approaching attacker.... only there wasn't one. Just this innocuous looking guy coming out of some store. Albeit, it was dark and he was wearing what looked to be a dark leather coat on, but still! No need to give me a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Needless to say, we made it to Fred Meyer intact. After much searching through the store, I settled on a Marie Callender's Chicken Teryaki dish that looked good. We bought that and got sidetracked on the way out the door by the wedding rings in the jewelry department. (*HINT TO HANS* she wants white gold in case I forget that in the far future....) They had some very lovely rings there, placed right next to these gaudy ones that would have taken up half my finger if I put them on *shudders* I do not know how anyone would want a ring that is *so* big that it's downright ugly. I mean, come on now ladies. There comes a point when big goes just a little too far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In the electronics department, I found that Sleeping Beauty has been released from the Disney vault. ^_^ I will definitley be making a journey back to Fred Meyer's tomorrow with some plastic in my pocket to purchase it. Now if only they would release The Little Mermaid sometime soon.... Not that I can really afford to buy anymore. I am all ready planning on getting the extended version of TTT and Pirates when they come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So eventually Steph and I made it out of the store and back to our room. Erin and Amy came over and we watched How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days. Cute movie..... should have been reading for World Lit Western and Non-Western, but everyone needs a break at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It looks like I am going home this weekend. First time back since college started. I have to go to the Catholic mass at home so that I can fulfill my lab requirement for Spanish, and also go to the Portland Art Museum on the way back to college for Art History. At least I will get all that stuff out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So now that I have lulled you all into a blissful state of unawares, I think I shall end this little tale of my nightly roamings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106318079522862380?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106318079522862380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106318079522862380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106318079522862380' title='I really do exist!'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642736185255872383</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-5781178.post-106315842933732030</id><published>2003-09-09T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T18:47:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Trisha!</title><content type='html'>Trish turned 20 today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to continue to story of my day...I still couldn't get online later today and I was getting very aggravated with it so Crystal and I took our laptops to IT. We were there for quite awhile as we had to do some technical stuff and run "stinger" on our computer to detect and delete any viruses. Turns out it detected some on mine and that's probably what was blocking my connection. When I got back mine connected immediately. Tomorrow is serve day. We're supposed to meet at 7:55 am. *groans* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106315842933732030?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106315842933732030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106315842933732030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106315842933732030' title='Happy Birthday Trisha!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106315808967012443</id><published>2003-09-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T18:41:29.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning *yawn*</title><content type='html'>(This would've been up hours ago...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning began at 6:30 am. As usual I woke up to my alarm loudly proclaiming “Oh my goodness! It’s time to get up,” which I quickly switched off because it’s annoying to hear it say that every morning. I did the normal morning routine of showering and such and even got to listen to Daria’s entertainment hour at 7:00 on NRK. That brought back nostalgic feelings of high school when I was regularly awake early enough to hear her comical stories. Then Crystal and I actually made it to breakfast at 7:30 before our first class. Ok, pet peeve of the day: I poured berry syrup onto my pancake that streamed right off of it and coated my whole plate creating a burgundy colored puddle for my cheese eggs and hash-browns to soak in. Besides that my breakfast was rather yummy, also consisting of orange-cranberry juice (my own concoction taken on from visits to my grandma’s when I was little) and mandarin oranges. Crystal and I concluded that breakfast really helped us stay awake through our 50 minute environmental science class. Now, I am relaxing before I go to work at 9:30. The internet seems to be down, so I am documenting this on Word as I wait for it to hopefully connect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! While saving this and deleting unneeded files, I found this story that I spontaneously wrote one night in early December of last year. *lol* It’s a fairytale about Crystal and I and our “handsome love interests” in the land of “Collegius.” Her love interest was inspired by her attachment to Legalos from LOTR and mine from my crush on Hans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106315808967012443?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106315808967012443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106315808967012443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106315808967012443' title='Good Morning *yawn*'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106304730696222249</id><published>2003-09-08T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T11:55:06.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Monday</title><content type='html'>Well so far nothing too exciting today. I went to chapel then I went a long walk to Plant Services to get my "key" for custodial. Turns out my "key" was a set of *seven* keys. Then I returned an uneeded book and got $15 back for it. Now I need to head off to my first class, economics. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106304730696222249?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106304730696222249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106304730696222249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106304730696222249' title='Another Monday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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-5781178.post-106299253151046145</id><published>2003-09-07T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T20:42:11.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day from heck-o (according to Crystal)</title><content type='html'>Yes, we have both had our stressful moments. I was fine for most of the day, but I had a breakdown this evening. Just some dumb little things got to me. Fortunately, Crystal, Amy, and Erin came to my aide and helped me out. I worked on updating our site tonight. Crystal worked this evening, and now she left me all alone and I have no idea where she went. She said "bye roomie" and she walked out. I responded with "where are you going??" as she closed the door on me and I felt like a four year old whining as their mother leaves them at daycare. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781178-106299253151046145?l=penn223.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106299253151046145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781178/posts/default/106299253151046145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penn223.blogspot.com/index.html#106299253151046145' title='The day from heck-o (according to Crystal)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17889106375369678048</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>
