<?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-5138301</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:48:09.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>idiosyncracies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5138301.post-108362052588036785</id><published>2004-05-03T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:46:06.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ann as moved to another site :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=sunshineko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-108362052588036785?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108362052588036785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108362052588036785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362052588036785' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-108256169102565321</id><published>2004-04-21T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T10:38:50.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's been a while...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little update on my life..  i quit working at the optometry practice because my mom needed me to help her with her new store... a tailoring supply company... and i actually find the work fun... yeah it doesn't require much thinking... but i'm always busy... and i like all the different pretty colored thread!! haha... rocki the rockstar got neutered... i know some people think that it's really mean...but it's healthier for the puppy... no chance for prostate cancer, or running away into the wild... etc... joe and i recently really got into poker... texas holdem style.. it's pretty fun, but i don't have the patience for it sometimes... so i go in on crap hands because i'm bored... oh oh... more interesting and fun... joe bought a condo in the south loop which is not going to be finished until april.. but mayor daley just moved in there.. so the property is just going to appreciate... other than that... there's nothing going on... i'm a lazy bum... and i want my CAR BACK! my brother's car is broken.. so he's using it... that is it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is pretty prototypical of the way my mind works... i definitely am scatterbrained.. or i have ADD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-108256169102565321?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108256169102565321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108256169102565321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256169102565321' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-108093224839352891</id><published>2004-04-02T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T13:01:03.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;golfing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my summer resolution is to become the best golfer/beach volleyball player that i can be! be all that i can be... anyways! so i decided to start my strict exercising and practice regiment today... i went running with the rockstar, which i only ran a mile, but rocki held his own with me! then i did some crunches... and then i decided to practice my short game in my backyard... rocki wouldn't allow it... he kept on trying to get in front of the ball... so my golf game perfecting must start another day! :) just wait.. i'll get real good... promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-108093224839352891?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108093224839352891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108093224839352891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108093224839352891' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-108066470370182948</id><published>2004-03-30T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:41:54.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh my cuteness...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocki, the rockstar, my little puppy, just lost his first tooth yesterday.... so cute! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-108066470370182948?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108066470370182948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108066470370182948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066470370182948' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-108032140256813684</id><published>2004-03-26T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:20:09.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;optometry?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i don't think that it's hit me yet... i graduated learning and organizational change and economics and now i'm going in optometry? yeah, it definitely hasn't hit me yet... of course i still have four and a half years before i become an O.D., but man... i can't believe it... i'm not even absolutely positive that this is what i want to do... haha, funny how life works... all those times explaining to people why i chose optometry... and i would just say what i knew you were supposed to say... good money, flexibility of hours, i can have a family, prestigious profession, a health profession... and the coolest part, i get to be called doctor! awesome!!! without the massive hard work of medical school! haha... just kidding.. i think optometry will be tough for me though... because i haven't really taken a hard core science... i've just taken the basics... so i'm going to have to study my @$$ off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-108032140256813684?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108032140256813684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/108032140256813684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108032140256813684' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-107988467615042543</id><published>2004-03-21T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T10:01:15.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i got in...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! despite my horrific interview... i got in!!! thank you GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-107988467615042543?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107988467615042543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107988467615042543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988467615042543' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-107945438035582889</id><published>2004-03-16T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T10:29:32.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my birthday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the best birthday yesterday... just eating dinner at a seafood restaurant with my family, getting presents and then getting birthday wishes... i didn't want a party and i didn't want to get a bunch of people together to go out... i'm not a going out type of girl... but it seems like after you hit 21 every birthday is celebrated by going to the clubs or bars or something like that... not for me... i think a toned down birthday is much more intimate and attractive... not that there is anything wrong with going to clubs or bars and getting drunk! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for everyone that wished me, emailed me, called me or thought of my on my birthday! (shout out to my NU friends, champaign friends, and old school friends) I was surprised that some knew or even remembered! :) hee hee... that made my day... oh and i got so much cool stuff... that wasn't grammatically correct was it? whatever... you wanna know?!? yeah you do! i won a $500 shopping spree from Joe... it was so much fun, i had a time limit and i got to go shopping and joe didn't complain once! it was great... and then i got a bright lime green golf bag and a volleyball from my parents... i'm planning on going golfing alot this summer... hopefully! i work on saturdays... so i'm trying to work out a schedule that i don't have to work.. so i can go play beach volleyball and golf alternating saturdays... i need the practice... my long game (i'm not sure if that's what you call it) is pretty good if i do say so myself... but my short game sucks donkey! hee hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think i have thoroughly confused whoever is reading this... because i can't stay on one topic for more than three lines... nor can i make a smooth transition... but it's okay :) because yesterday was my birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-107945438035582889?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107945438035582889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107945438035582889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107945438035582889' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-107910970847735187</id><published>2004-03-12T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T10:44:55.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;cleaning ladies...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every month the cleaning ladies come to clean the house... i love the cleaning ladies; however, they come at freakin 7 o' clock in the morning... for those of you working, i guess it's not that early in the morning, but for me... it's freakin' early... and i am left with no choice but to write in my blog :)... i can't even cook anything right now because i would feel bad for messing up my really clean kitchen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a volleyball tournament to play in march 20th... pretty excited, and then afterwards we're going to go to a no-re-bang... pretty excited about that junx too! i'm too freakin hungry... i'm going to have to mess up the kitchen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-107910970847735187?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107910970847735187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107910970847735187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107910970847735187' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-107868523412408495</id><published>2004-03-07T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T12:50:14.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;quarter life crisis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that it's almost my birthday? i guess it's not that close, but still... like eight days... and then i'm going to be 23... i feel kind of old... no offense to anyone else... because when someone says that they are 23 i think that it's young... but... me.. 23... ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! i'm an old fart... and i haven't done anything really productive with my life!!!! i'm having a quarter life crisis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-107868523412408495?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107868523412408495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107868523412408495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868523412408495' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-107833117225881166</id><published>2004-03-03T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:29:07.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;just writing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just writing... nothing special... whenever i come on to write something i feel like i need to write something profound or interesting... but no...i'm not profound or that intellectual... but i do believe that i'm an interesting person... right? right! but not many people are reading this anyway... so it's alright... i'm so stressed out nowadays... just wondering if i'm going to get into optometry school, not so much for me, but for my dad... he's stressed out... i guess the business is not doing so well, my mom is spending all his money on other business ideas, just everything is up in the air... my dad's a very conservative, straight-laced person you see... so anything that happens out of the ordinary, like not getting a job right after school will give him a freakin ulcer... and i'd do anything for my dad... i mean, i went to northwestern because of him instead of emory... i wonder what it would have been like if i went to emory instead... i heard that it's alot of fun down there... well in any case, i'm stressed out and it's making my face oily... my puppy, rocki, isn't making it any better... he's such a trouble maker...well just send me some prayers that even after that interview experience i get into optometry school... thanks! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-107833117225881166?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107833117225881166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107833117225881166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833117225881166' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-107782016332256036</id><published>2004-02-26T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T12:32:10.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;interview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most horrific experience of my life...&lt;br /&gt;so... it's 7 am im the morning, and i prepared for my interview all night with my brother... i'm thinking about all the responses that i should say when i get in there, when he asks me those inevitable questions... and i think i got it down... i'm confident, nothings gonna hold me down, right? wrong!!! months of preparation couldn't prepare me for the interview that i had... so 5 of us are waiting to be interviewed... the financial aid officer breaks the silence by saying... whoever gets the dean, good luck... with that in our heads, we're all waiting and hoping that the dean doesn't call our name... the dean walks in and says... Anita? my stomach drops to the freakin' center of the earth (no exaggeration)... i walk in... it's a pleasant office, lots of encouraging posters and family pictures... a nice clean cut family guy, he tells me to sit down and relax because this interview will be EASY!!! nothing like your business interviews...&lt;br /&gt;first question, why optometry? yes! i know this answer... i say it's intelluctually stimulating-he says lots of things are intellectually stimulating... i say i like helping people-he says join the salvation army... i say i really enjoy the sciences and making a career out of it would be ideal-he says you can be any other health profession... next question, why not any other health profession... i say i've talked to different people in different fields like dentistry, physical therapy, medicine and optometry is the right fit... he says why not medicine-i say i'm not sure if i can handle cutting people open, the blood etc... he says.. so a patient walks into your store with blood and pus oozing out of his eye, can you handle that? when am i ever going to see blood and pus oozing out of a patient's eye and why wouldn't they go to an emergency room first... idiot... and i say i can handle that that's completely different from having to cut someone open... next question, how do you think you did on the oats (optometry admissions test)? i think i did fairly well... he says, how well 400? 390? 380? and i say after contemplating a bit, above the ICO average (320).. he says, with your remedial edcuation in the sciences, you believe you can do better than students who were biology majors... i say, if my practice tests were any indication of what i would get on the real thing, yes... he says--this is a shocker!--then i won't let you in if it's lower...i'm looking around thinking that he's joking...nope completely serious... he asks, what did you do the worst on... i say the quantitative reasoning not because of the difficulty but because there were too many questions... he shoots back-optometry is all quantitative reasoning... what it's not about BIOLOGY!!?!?! i'm sorry, i guess i'm completely misquided... next questions, and i can't believe he asked these--what is smooth muscle used for and where is staphylococcus predominantly found? what the hell!!?!?!?!? i could explain smooth muscle and i eventually got where staph was located but... wtf?!?!?!?!?!??!!? who asks that... oh but that's not all... next question, you go to church? yes... i have to force my daughter to go to church every Sunday... but this one sunday, she was all dressed and ready to go, explain it... i say, completely optimistically, she could have felt some kind of calling from God or felt touch and really wanted to go to church... on the completely opposite side, she could have just not wanted to fight with you anymore because she knew that she would never win... and he says you think it's good that parents force their children to go to church... and i said... well teenagers need some direction, they can't be allowed to do whatever they want... and church, whenever they believe in God or not provides a pretty solid foundation... he doesn't say anything ( i think i did good on that one, finally)... but a question about religion.. not so cool... he asks about my RA experience... I tear when i talk about a really emotionally experience with a resident... he prides himself on saying he made me cry... WHAT? how would you rate yourself questions.... i say excellent.. he says.. oh you're just excellent in everything, aren't you... blah blah blah... he asks about NU and how much it costs.. i say around 36... and he says.. he doesn't believe in paying so much for an undergraduate education... it's stupid... i don't know how to respond.... there are other things that i forgot.. the interview lasted an extra long time... i'm tired... i'm done talking about it.. and if i don't get in.. i'm going to raise hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-107782016332256036?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107782016332256036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/107782016332256036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782016332256036' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-105746400013218806</id><published>2003-07-05T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T23:00:00.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's been a while...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just came back from the korean olympics... well not just... almost just, it was last weekend.  and we placed second... against L.A. wouldn't it be nice to live in california? i enjoyed it when i was there for about a week, or would i get sick of it? would i want to raise my kids in california? there are cool people in california, but i dunno... woah, tangent... i just really wanted to write what was going on in my life, which is nothing... i talked to some of my friends from high school... things really don't change that much... i know before i wrote that some people changed alot, but in reality, when it really comes down to it, they're the same... we may have different goals and like different things, but the fundamentally important characteristics, whether good or bad, are always the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-105746400013218806?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/105746400013218806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/105746400013218806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105746400013218806' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-94603827</id><published>2003-05-19T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T18:13:23.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is worth posting...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe says:&lt;br /&gt;a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Joe says:&lt;br /&gt;I gotta bring home the bread&lt;br /&gt;anitamko@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;Joe says:&lt;br /&gt;so my baby can go shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will joe be caught saying this.. but he said it... and i have it recorded!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-94603827?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/94603827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/94603827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94603827' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-94517163</id><published>2003-05-17T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T19:52:31.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LAST FORMAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to my last formal yesterday.. I would have to say that it was a "magical" experience... might i add, the seat covers looked magnificent...  the company was great, the music was fun, and so was the entertainment... come to think about it... it's kind of sad... no more formals... all i got to say is, cherish every moment that you have with your friends from college, because most likely, you're rarely ever going to see them again... maybe at someone's wedding or even a reunion or something...  man that's depressing :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-94517163?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/94517163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/94517163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94517163' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-94343934</id><published>2003-05-14T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T14:17:04.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'M BACK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i haven't written in a while... I dunno... midterms and everything... but i decided that this is actually fun, and people actually read it! (that's for you peter)  so just a little update... if you haven't already read it on my profile, i sprained my ankle... it kills like a mofo... but at least, since i've been injured plenty of times before, i have my own pair of crutches that i can use! :) so this is what happened... yesterday i was play ultimate frisbee, and i rolled my ankle... it hurt, but i figured professional basketball players play on their sprained ankles all the time... i can do it too... so i played on it.. and it was fine, until after dinner... then it hurt so much i had a headache... how does that happen? but everyone has been so nice to me and trying to help me out and stuff... i just want to say THANK YOU! :) YOU GUYS ROCK MY WORLD... the game i realized... who am i kidding... i'm not a professional athlete... nor am i getting paid... nor was the game basketball... my reasoning for playing on my ankle failed.. miserably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my little rant for the day... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-94343934?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/94343934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/94343934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94343934' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-93194488</id><published>2003-04-24T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:28:33.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CROSSING THE LINE...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a very interesting conversation today at my two hour lunch... what is crossing the line when you interact with a friend of the opposite sex... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kissing&lt;br /&gt;2. holding hands&lt;br /&gt;3. sitting on someone's lap&lt;br /&gt;4. playfully hitting someone&lt;br /&gt;5. giving someone "the eye"&lt;br /&gt;6. linking arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... for me.. i see a discrepancy... i think sitting on someone's lap is worse than holding someone else's hand... but for Kie Lee, holding someone's hand is worse than sitting on someone's lap and he even goes as far as to say that sitting on someone's lap isn't bad at all... now really... if your boyfriend or girlfriend sat on someone else's lap... would you not be pissed... I WOULD! sitting on someone's lap is sexual is so many ways... the vicinity that you're near, the part of the body that is connecting... DIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTY! in short, if you're dating someone, or if you don't want to give someone the wrong idea--DON'T SIT ON SOMEONE ELSE'S LAP! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would really like to know what the overwhelming majority believes.. at our lunch table the vote was 3/2 for sitting on someone's lap was okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-93194488?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/93194488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/93194488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93194488' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-93193873</id><published>2003-04-24T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:16:17.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IT'S ALMOST OVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? SChool is almost over... I will no longer be an undergrad... and probably no longer write in this blog... but as i get closer and closer to that liminal or transitional point in my life... i realize one thing... four years is too short a time period to have with the people you've grown to love... and you probably won't ever see anyone from college again, unless you live close by... maybe at their marraige.  i feel like my friendships are just beginning... and i've made friends with some people a little too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-93193873?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/93193873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/93193873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93193873' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-92757217</id><published>2003-04-16T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T22:53:51.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THE POWER OF SAYING I'M SORRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I realized was one of the most powerful things to say was... "i'm sorry." Today, joe was very mad at me. we were watching TV and I didn't hear him say that he wanted to watch a certain commercial. So I checked my email during the commercials and check my email for a meeting destination, which was in like ten minutes. Joe was very angry with me, he said that i was ignoring his wishes and that i even passed by his existence... of course, i spent the next ten minutes defending my position, telling him that i didn't hear him say it and he can watch the commercial later, etc... but nothing registered to him... and then it clicked, he just wanted me to say "i'm sorry." Now if you know me, this is a very hard thing for me to say... especially when i think i'm right. It takes a lot of thought and pride swallowing for me to say it and i will go to great lengths to get out of saying it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said it, and he immediately began to pay attention to me again... it's ironic how much i am willing to go through, just not to say sorry... but it's the one thing that can almost always make everything alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-92757217?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/92757217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/92757217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92757217' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-92389060</id><published>2003-04-10T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T17:44:55.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; IT'S MY BOYFRIEND'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting?! No pretty much just exciting to me! :) Joe doesn't really care if we celebrate it or not! SAD! But then again, i guess my birthday was like that too. I just wanted to spend some time with my family! :) Plus the free lunch and presents was also a plus! :) Anyways. That is all! :) oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-92389060?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/92389060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/92389060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92389060' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-92270179</id><published>2003-04-08T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T23:51:39.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IMPENDING DOOM...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I heard today?! Couldn't guess could you?! Maybe you saw my away message on AIM, but anyways. I was eating lunch today at Sargeant. It was a normal day. Besides the snow and ice outside in APRIL!!! I was sitting with a couple of my friends and a couple of strangers. And to my surprise, I was called "squirrely" and gave a sense of "impending doom." How can anyone say that you ask?! Oh... they can! But it wasn't anyone that knew me, and to them I would say, as Steve put it, "to each his own." However, this dude, i shall not mention his name, said i was such!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I thought, "Maybe I am misunderstanding squirrely..." So I have taken the pleasure of looking it up for us. squirrely is... NOT A WORD! But if you look up squirrel, you find definitions such as arboreal rodent, or rodent fur. However the closest definition that might describe a person is to hide away. As for impending doom, do you think that's a little negative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out! I shall cause doom on those nearest to me! muhahahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-92270179?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/92270179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/92270179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92270179' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-91627395</id><published>2003-03-29T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T19:26:29.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CHANGES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this spring break was really interesting.  actually, come to think of it, not interesting at all! :) i went home, slept, watched tv, and played ps2 all break! what could be better? another thing that i did, which i hadn't done in a long time was talk to one of my good high school friends, george... and i realized that, well actually experienced that the future is unpredictable. i mean, i remember going into college, i thought i had my whole life planned out. i was going to be a consultant for a couple of years, make money and then go back to school and become a high school teacher... but now i'm actually going to go to optometry school! george doesn't live in barrington anymore. he moved to michigan and then is heading off to hong kong... things change, no matter how hard you try to control it or may hate it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some famous person said (i don't remember who): the only thing that is constant is change... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-91627395?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/91627395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/91627395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91627395' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-90789357</id><published>2003-03-15T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T22:09:55.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody has made my birthday soo special!! thank you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-90789357?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90789357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90789357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90789357' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-90723767</id><published>2003-03-14T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T13:03:36.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ONE DAY TIL MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my theme song yo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go, go&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go shawty&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;We gon' party like it's yo birthday&lt;br /&gt;We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;And you know we don't give a &lt;i&gt;[bad word]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee.. word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-90723767?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90723767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90723767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90723767' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-90691990</id><published>2003-03-13T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T23:15:04.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SICK &amp; TIRED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be no rest for the average college student, huh?  This is my third day of sickness. And all I want to do is sleep! And as i was laying there in my bed, incapacitated, i wondered why we get so tired, when we are sick... And this is what my mind in this drugged state came up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about a little virus named Sammy.  Sammy was really bored one day and he thought to himself, "I want to infect someone."  Lo and behold, there was a healthy human being right before his eyes.  So he decided to disguise himself as a friend of the body.  Sammy was stopped by a huge gate with a lock.  Oh, but due to little Sammy's disguise, the gate swung wide open.  Sammy reeked havoc everywhere.  Destroying things here and there, until finally a white blood cell name, Maximus spotted the disgusting little creature.  Maximus led his army of white blood cells to kill Sammy, but Sammy had left his mark everywhere.  Maximus had to scrounge up all the energy in Ann's body to defeat Sammy, but his remnants remain.  The city is in shambles. And the reparations are left for the white blood cells to deal with. Thus is war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like that story? I'm not sure if that is necessarily true.  If you have any problems with my biological take on sickness...please take it up with Maximus, my hero! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-90691990?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90691990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90691990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90691990' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-90373813</id><published>2003-03-08T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T17:39:17.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TIT FOR TAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. So for almost 24 hours, i've been working on my economics paper.  I'm done now, so i feel at liberty to write in my blog. i feel weird calling it blog.  In any case, I wanted to write something about friendship.  What if all relationships were purely transactional? I mean, for instance, I will only be your friend, if you can give me something in return.  Let's take a romantic relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy says to his girlfriend, "You're hot."&lt;br /&gt;Translation:  You're my trophy.&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;A girl say to her boyfriend, "You make me feel special."&lt;br /&gt;Translation: I only love your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some theorists say that that's all there is to relationships &lt;i&gt; social-exchange theory&lt;/i&gt;   Why must relationships be about giving and taking? Why can't it just be about unconditional friendship?  Why do we always have to get something in return? I'm not saying that I don't fall into the purely transactional relationship.  But maybe people should realize that there's more to a relationship than a point system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-90373813?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90373813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90373813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90373813' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-90316624</id><published>2003-03-07T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T16:26:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WELCOME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my wonderful page of "blogs." i'm very excited. I've already published two little snit bits from the previous nights! But I would like to take this time to thank a very nice man who has pushed me toward this wonderful thing called the blogger.  Thank you, Ben! a moment of silence for this momentus occassion... ... ... Alright. I hope you enjoy my blogs. and i hope this doesn't cause my grades to suck either.  that would be sad. Okay, til tomorrow or tonight or whenever i feel like writing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-90316624?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90316624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90316624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90316624' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-90316437</id><published>2003-03-07T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T13:33:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;JIMMY JOHN'S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the other day, i called jimmy johns and asked can i order food, and they said as long as you can pick it up before one... and i said sure. i said someone will be there in twenty minutes, and then she said very rudely, you should be here faster than twenty minutes because we close at one.  And then i asked pensively, ummm, it's 12:27 right now, so I have more than twenty minutes to get down there right? and she says, no you have 23 minutes... She's SMART! oh jimmy johns... :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-90316437?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90316437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90316437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90316437' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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-5138301.post-90315261</id><published>2003-03-07T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T13:34:02.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SLEEP DEPRIVATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a victum of the most heinous crime.  I, a very good girl, tried to sleep early so i could wake up early, write some of my paper and then go to class. These hoodlums kept me awake until the wee bit hour of 3:30.  I confronted them.  And then so incredibly smitten by rage, I couldn't fall asleep until 5 a.m.  As a consequence, I couldn't wake up for class and didn't write any of my paper.  Meanwhile, these girls are actually the reason why i woke up this morning in the first place. I sleep and wake by their wailing and cackling.  Is this justice? I think not.&gt;:o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5138301-90315261?l=annko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90315261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5138301/posts/default/90315261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90315261' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166849031028475630</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>
