<?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-5837050</id><updated>2011-05-05T09:52:08.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love!</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm saying open up, and let the rain come pouring in. Wash out this tired notion that the best is yet to come.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-114633740344020417</id><published>2006-04-29T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:03:23.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>because i can.</title><summary type='text'>#1: You're Minnesota!You love hanging out around lakes, even if they're frozen solid. Givenyour probable Scandanavian heritage, it all just demonstrates that you're pining for thefjords. Your obsession with wrestling got a little carried away for a while there, andthis should prompt some serious reflection about the separation of mind and body. It maybe time to celebrate, even throw your hat up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114633740344020417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=114633740344020417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/114633740344020417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/114633740344020417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2006/04/because-i-can.html' title='because i can.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-111542360791648169</id><published>2005-05-06T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:53:27.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little me-time</title><summary type='text'>I just found one of my friend's blogs: his writing style is so refreshing! It makes me feel good that other people know how to write. Maybe it's because he's from my dear high school so I can more easily identify with it, but at any rate it inspired me to make another entry in the good ol blog.I really don't like the word blog. It reminds me of trendiness and laziness. Online journal isn't much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/111542360791648169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=111542360791648169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/111542360791648169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/111542360791648169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-me-time.html' title='A little me-time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-111115912060776618</id><published>2005-03-18T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T09:18:40.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Time.</title><summary type='text'>Alicia is in the shower, and all my hw is at school. So, what better way to kill time than update the blog? I really don't think anyone reads this anymore, but in case someone in the future decides to stalk me, at least they'll know what I was thinking today.Thurtene is basically my life now, except I don't mind. The past M-Tu-W were possibly the most stressful days of my life, but I have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/111115912060776618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=111115912060776618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/111115912060776618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/111115912060776618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2005/03/killing-time.html' title='Killing Time.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-110827182381182062</id><published>2005-02-12T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:21:44.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfishness, and Not.</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps the goal of college is to become selfish. That's really the only way you can survive, by doing what you love and saying no to the rest of it. And let me tell you, it's hard to say no sometimes. But I am only one person. So I have reduced* my commitments to three. I love them all. But yes, back to the real subject: being selfish. Anyone who has read The Fountainhead will know how it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/110827182381182062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=110827182381182062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110827182381182062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110827182381182062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2005/02/selfishness-and-not.html' title='Selfishness, and Not.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-110693069080232517</id><published>2005-01-28T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T10:44:50.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Again.</title><summary type='text'>I love no class on Fridays. I also love no class on Thursdays. Pretty freakin' sweet. For some reason, even though I'm taking 17 credits, I only have class MTuW. Granted, Mondays and Wednesdays are long, but well worth the extra time off. This cushion will come in particular handy once Thurtene Pre-Build starts, but for now I just get to chill out and get ahead. So we are in the final 24 hours of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/110693069080232517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=110693069080232517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110693069080232517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110693069080232517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2005/01/hi-again.html' title='Hi Again.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-110318297518413322</id><published>2004-12-16T01:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:57:04.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence.</title><summary type='text'>Last night [side note: was it last night? Never in my life have I spent so much time studying; it's approaching a week STRAIGHT. and I mean straight. The days begin to run together] was the Perseid meteor shower. Convinced that I deserved a break from finals hell, I decided to venture out and take a look. That night happened to be very cold; just the way I like it. I bundled up and trundled over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/110318297518413322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=110318297518413322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110318297518413322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110318297518413322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/12/silence.html' title='Silence.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-110286861979931102</id><published>2004-12-12T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T10:23:39.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Break.</title><summary type='text'>It's almost winter break!!!! This week I have 5, but maybe 4 finals. Then I get to drive home with my favorite Minnesotan who is also a Chi-O, KELLY! That is going to be one sweet trip. But anyhoo, one of my goals over break is to watch a lot of movies. So I have started a list, and I need your help (much like my summer book list). Here is what I already have, but please add to it in the comments</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/110286861979931102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=110286861979931102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110286861979931102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110286861979931102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/12/almost-break.html' title='Almost Break.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-110195195376099316</id><published>2004-12-01T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T19:48:15.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, and Stress.</title><summary type='text'>This morning was absolute crap. I woke up late and couldn't for the life of me find my MN North Stars hat. This pissed me off because a) I really wanted to wear the hat, b) I needed to wear the hat since I didn't have time to shower, and c) not being able to find things makes me feel unorganized, something I hate. So, the frantic search around the apartment was fruitless, AND I was late picking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/110195195376099316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=110195195376099316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110195195376099316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/110195195376099316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/12/cold-and-stress.html' title='Cold, and Stress.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109979922001298419</id><published>2004-11-06T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:50:54.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Rocks.</title><summary type='text'>Looking forward, it seemed so far awayYet glancing back the time leapsWith gnashing, wild teeth.Saliva spinning with reflections of memoriesEach scene perfect, ideal, encased in liquidOnly to be swallowed by the beastWith wild, gnashing teeth.[...]Cry, hold, soothe me someone.That was my life.This is the division, and I remain alone.All I've felt, all I've knownTaken from me by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109979922001298419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109979922001298419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109979922001298419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109979922001298419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-rocks.html' title='On the Rocks.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109937987955436730</id><published>2004-11-02T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T01:17:59.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realize that it has been a long time. It seems like the semester is going well enough, and then WHAM midterms hit and there's no free time for a month. Fortunately this is my last heavy week. And, being full of studying, it naturally makes me wonder what it's all for. Here is a list of things I want to do with my semi-meaningful BS:   Go to Africa for a few years and build stuff. I REALLY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109937987955436730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109937987955436730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109937987955436730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109937987955436730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-realize-that-it-has-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109876440099786469</id><published>2004-10-25T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:20:00.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duluth!</title><summary type='text'>For our pitiful Fall Break, Catherine and I decided to head to the sunny tropic of.....Minnesota! I hadn't seen my fam since the Fourth, and Catherine had never been to the land of hot dish (except as a very small child, and she puked), so we thought that this would be a great escape from the Lou. We flew out Thursday night, thankfully not missing Transportation because it was cancelled, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109876440099786469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109876440099786469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109876440099786469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109876440099786469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/10/duluth.html' title='Duluth!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109732948529073427</id><published>2004-10-09T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T08:54:16.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Debate.</title><summary type='text'>The wall of SWATPosted by HelloI spend a good portion of the afternoon yesterday wandering around campus taking in the debate proceedings. I had to show my ID to get in, that was cool. I must admit, having two national networks construct sets, one in the Quad and one by Graham, is pretty exciting. I took some pictures, which I'll post on the "Pictures" link to the right. After I was done </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5445086/' title='More Debate.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109732948529073427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109732948529073427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109732948529073427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109732948529073427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-debate.html' title='More Debate.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109715690361758582</id><published>2004-10-07T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T08:51:02.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate.</title><summary type='text'>MSNBC's "Hardball" setPosted by HelloSo as most of you know, the second Presidential Debate is tomorrow. And it happens to be at Wash U. That's pretty sweet, in my opinion. In the last week, I have observed fences steadily encircling our campus, satellite dishes many times the size of pizzas being erected, media credentials increasingly flapping in the breeze, buildings being locked down, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109715690361758582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109715690361758582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109715690361758582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109715690361758582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/10/debate.html' title='Debate.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109713267908660104</id><published>2004-10-07T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T02:04:39.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement.</title><summary type='text'>I'm proud to announce that mid-semester has finally arrived. SYMPTOMS: spending 14+ hours on campus per day, giving up CEC hours to actually do homework, frantically working to finish problem sets, learning things ON the test, inbox with over 30 messages, last-minute emails, a general feeling of mild panic. Yes, mild panic is what I would call it, knowing that if you work really really hard for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109713267908660104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109713267908660104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109713267908660104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109713267908660104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/10/announcement.html' title='Announcement.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109654950076849677</id><published>2004-09-30T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T08:05:00.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the sort of day where you could wear short sleeves and jeans, but only be warm if you stood very still, out of the wind, in the sun. It was light sweater weather. I love it.On my walk to school, I pass no less than three elementary schools. This makes me happy.I have the goal of using no more than one tank of gas per month. This is entirely feasible since I only NEED to drive to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109654950076849677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109654950076849677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109654950076849677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109654950076849677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/09/walking.html' title='Walking.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109591649753624580</id><published>2004-09-23T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:14:57.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells.</title><summary type='text'>So I was sitting in Structural Analysis today. And I was kinda tired. And my face was kinda resting on my arm. Then it hit me: my forearm smelled like Pat. It still does, actually. So is it weirder that my arm smells like him or that I remember the smell? This incident reminded me of a day when I was at the barn and I kept smelling Bjorn. Not to say that he smelled like horse shit, which he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109591649753624580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109591649753624580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109591649753624580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109591649753624580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/09/smells.html' title='Smells.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109565217990424693</id><published>2004-09-19T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:49:39.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend.</title><summary type='text'>Friday: Skipped WILD (gasp!) and went to The Glow in Forest Park. I hear WILD was pretty sweet, but so were those balloons. And the funnel cake.Saturday: Spent lots o time at JNH again. That is a great place; I worked with some of the same kids as last week so I'm getting into a routine. And I came home smelling like the barn; ain't nothing better than that. Saturday night was spent at Mark's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109565217990424693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109565217990424693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109565217990424693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109565217990424693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109539298404591445</id><published>2004-09-16T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:49:44.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>teehee, personality test!</title><summary type='text'>Hmmm. So for one this was a GREAT day. Nothing to do until EN120 (starting at 1) so I just hung out at the apt and had me time. Then taught a great section of EN120, broke some pasta bridges, and hauled a heck of a lot of sand all around campus. Then, went to transpo but Porrello never showed up, sadly, so we left and Catherine, Mark and I made a superb dinner. We ate on the fire escape because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109539298404591445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109539298404591445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109539298404591445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109539298404591445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/09/teehee-personality-test.html' title='teehee, personality test!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109534940830174064</id><published>2004-09-16T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T10:43:28.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Here's Something I Can Support</title><summary type='text'>I have tried to stay somewhat non-political for these past few months (in true conflict-avoiding Minnesota fashion), but the link in the post title is just too good to pass up. Instead of people complaining and/or mudslinging, they are actually DOING something! Two thumbs up!Music of the Morning: Wilco - Jesus, Etc.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.runagainstbush.org/' title='Now Here&apos;s Something I Can Support'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109534940830174064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109534940830174064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109534940830174064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109534940830174064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-heres-something-i-can-support.html' title='Now Here&apos;s Something I Can Support'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109495740517154679</id><published>2004-09-11T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T21:50:25.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Cartel, retro-actively.</title><summary type='text'>This actually happened last week, but I just remembered it again (is that redundant?) and felt compelled to post. Anyhow, last week Catherine and I played a fairly large joke on a friend named Eliot, who has a rather large ego, and we decided to knock him down a peg or two. The joke itself was fairly elaborate, involving both random luck and quick thinking, but it culminated with Eliot being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109495740517154679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109495740517154679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109495740517154679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109495740517154679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/09/coffee-cartel-retro-actively.html' title='Coffee Cartel, retro-actively.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109477443870484182</id><published>2004-09-09T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T19:00:38.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t.</title><summary type='text'>I was going to write about EN120 and how much fun it was. But who really needs to hear that? I know myself that I felt so at home addressing the 80 freshmen in my section and I truly love being a CD.I went skydiving again. This time it was static line, which was pretty cool. We were supposed to crawl out of the plane and hang from the wing strut and then let go, but according to my jumpmaster I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109477443870484182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109477443870484182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109477443870484182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109477443870484182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/09/w00t.html' title='w00t.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109414759614353455</id><published>2004-09-02T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T12:53:16.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><summary type='text'>Well, classes started yesterday and it looks like my schedule is going to be managable. Also, my room is ALMOST done. Given the fact that my normal (I'm teaching EN120 at 2:45) classes  start at 7pm on Thursdays, I have spent the morning filing and such. And I found a list I started this summer of music people should buy me. So, if you are feeling generous, please do so.ARTISTS I ENJOY   Leo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109414759614353455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109414759614353455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109414759614353455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109414759614353455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/09/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109388528238916834</id><published>2004-08-30T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T12:01:22.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Otation</title><summary type='text'>Well, O-tation (Engineering Orientation) is not officially over, but it has definitely stepped down a level in intensity. All we have left are EnQuest and a transfer event today, plus BBQ tomorrow. This weekend has definitely been one of the busiest (I have a feeling that I'll be saying that a lot this year) and one of the most rewarding. Between the unexpectedly large turnout at Parent's Panel, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://otation.com' title='Otation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109388528238916834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109388528238916834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109388528238916834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109388528238916834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/08/otation.html' title='Otation'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109348527115396157</id><published>2004-08-25T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:54:31.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshmen!</title><summary type='text'>    So, tomorrow the freshmen descend upon Wash U. And I, for one, could not be more excited. We have had EN120 CD meetings all week which have been uber-productive, we had our first O-tation meeting today and things are going well there, the apartment is almost finished, and I am pumped to stand outide tomorrow, decked out in orange and yelling at vehicles to honk if they're an engineer. Today, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109348527115396157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109348527115396157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109348527115396157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109348527115396157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/08/freshmen.html' title='Freshmen!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109250607566126438</id><published>2004-08-14T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T12:54:35.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look!</title><summary type='text'>It's green!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109250607566126438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109250607566126438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109250607566126438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109250607566126438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-look.html' title='New Look!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109219907733029809</id><published>2004-08-10T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T12:35:37.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated.</title><summary type='text'>There are several things I've been meaning to say. All of them are quite profound. Read on. Toronto was fantastic. Seriously. I got in Friday, hung out with my Dad Friday evening then went to see my fam/Strikepoint at their hotel later on. Lauren had an extra swimsuit so I played in the pool. On Saturday, Dad and I rented bikes and went on a 4-frickin-hour-long bike ride with the Toronto Bike </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109219907733029809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109219907733029809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109219907733029809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109219907733029809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/08/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109176376018542706</id><published>2004-08-05T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T22:42:40.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Canada.</title><summary type='text'>       That's right, I'm aboot to pay homage to the greatest nation that recognizes French as a launguage. Tomorrow, I fly to the enchanting city of Toronto for a weekend rond-dez-vous with my secret lover...erm, I mean family. You see, it's my parent's anniversary on the 7th, and my mom and my brother are in Toronto for the International Handbell Symposium with Strikepoint (a group I used to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109176376018542706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109176376018542706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109176376018542706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109176376018542706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh-canada.html' title='Oh, Canada.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109124775743228634</id><published>2004-07-30T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T23:23:07.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><summary type='text'>Two good things happened to be today:--discovered www.jkrowling.com. Go there, and be amused.--saw Napolean Dynamite. Definitely in the running for the best movie of the summer, if not the year.Going to Soulard with Catherine tomorrow morning. Then to campus for EN120 and Chi-O work, then looking at some furniture. Wheeee!Music of the Morning: the Jamiroquai (?) song from the dance scene </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109124775743228634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109124775743228634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109124775743228634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109124775743228634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109081284163516388</id><published>2004-07-25T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:34:01.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Nations.</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon, after watching Lance win his sixth tour (see previous post), Katie Corey and I went to Tower Grove Park to hang out at the Festival of Nations. It occured to me: what other country would have a festival of nations? Where else are so many ethnicities as celebrated, welcomed, and viewed as normal? I assume that most large cities have some sort of international celebration at some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109081284163516388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109081284163516388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109081284163516388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109081284163516388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/festival-of-nations.html' title='Festival of Nations.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109077885071832604</id><published>2004-07-25T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T13:16:52.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lance wins!</title><summary type='text'> He wins! Posted by Hello So I got up bright and early this morning to watch Lance win his record sixth Tour de France. As the 6305-ers already know, I've been kind of obsessed with the sport and the man lately. I listen to it every morning at work...how am I going to get though the days now? I've been proudly sporting the LiveStrong wristband for a good while now, and it makes me smile when I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109077885071832604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109077885071832604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109077885071832604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109077885071832604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/lance-wins.html' title='Lance wins!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109055278914496913</id><published>2004-07-22T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:19:49.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaldi's.</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from walking to Kaldi's with Lauren to get papers for Moshi's crate. When we got there, we ran into Mauricio, only one of my favorite people (and Betas). Let me tell you, he has got the most hearty, warm, and comfortable laugh I have ever encountered. If you want to instantly feel welcomed and whole, just tell him a joke. It doesn't have to be good, even; he likes to laugh. Mmmm, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109055278914496913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109055278914496913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109055278914496913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109055278914496913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/kaldis.html' title='Kaldi&apos;s.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109038375286815953</id><published>2004-07-20T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T23:25:50.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbs.</title><summary type='text'>It's late again, and I really should be going to bed. But I've been meaning to post about this for the past week or so, and there is no better time than now. I really really hate the Low-Carb fad. First of all, OF COURSE you're going to lose weight if you eliminate the largest food group from your diet. Second of all, where is your energy going to come from? That's right, your body eating its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109038375286815953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109038375286815953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109038375286815953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109038375286815953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/carbs.html' title='Carbs.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109020944713885857</id><published>2004-07-18T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T23:03:59.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconuts.</title><summary type='text'>So it's quarter til 11 and I really should be getting ready for bed. My room is a mess and my lunch is not made. But, since my evening was most enjoyable, I am compelled to post.   I guess it all started with me getting new running shoes. My old ones (purchased junior year of high school) had a few too many miles and paint stains on them to really be useful. So a quick trip to the New Balance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109020944713885857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109020944713885857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109020944713885857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109020944713885857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/coconuts.html' title='Coconuts.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-109004115631475555</id><published>2004-07-17T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T00:12:36.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Box</title><summary type='text'>It was born out of a rant of frustration, disbelief, and disappointment. But, by faithful readers, you now have more that one opportunity to live the good life (at least vicariously) through us 6305ers in St. Louis. Visit The Square Box to catch a glimpse of the colorful lives of Jen, Lauren, Leslie, Emily, Moshi, occasionally joined by Nick and the ever-vocal Dave. Right now I am really tired </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/109004115631475555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=109004115631475555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109004115631475555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/109004115631475555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/square-box.html' title='Square Box'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108956838029312720</id><published>2004-07-11T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T12:53:00.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry Me Big Kenny!</title><summary type='text'>Last night was the Warren Brothers/Big &amp; Rich/Tim McGraw concert at the Pavillion. I went with Ashley and her younger sister, Lindsey, and had a great time [despite the fact that it took FOREVER to get into the parking lot ("was that Craig Pliskin? what's he doing at a country concert?")]. But once we got in, we found a decent spot on the lawn and the people behind us even let us share their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108956838029312720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108956838029312720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108956838029312720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108956838029312720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/marry-me-big-kenny.html' title='Marry Me Big Kenny!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108956680246460767</id><published>2004-07-11T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T12:26:42.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5:00 Shot!</title><summary type='text'>Friday was going well enough. Work was long, a bit tedious, but I stayed busy. The drive home was not too crowded. I was wearing my hat. I walk in the door, and Lauren and Jen, who are standing in the kitchen, start laughing when they see me. I'm like, "OK girls, what is going on?" They respond, "We were just about to take a shot, do you want one?" Of course, being the sensible, practical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108956680246460767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108956680246460767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108956680246460767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108956680246460767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/500-shot.html' title='5:00 Shot!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108925827790382380</id><published>2004-07-07T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:44:37.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duluth: The Frozen Fireworks.</title><summary type='text'>Today I returned to St. Louis after spending almost a week in Duluth, my hometown [almost where the women are strong, the men are good-looking and the children are above average]. Let me tell you, Minnesota can be frigid, but I don't think anyone anticipated the cold shoulder my home state gave to me. The temperature hovered around 50 degrees. Farenheit. Besides the near-Arctic conditions, I saw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108925827790382380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108925827790382380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108925827790382380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108925827790382380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/07/duluth-frozen-fireworks.html' title='Duluth: The Frozen Fireworks.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108864642383655984</id><published>2004-06-30T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T21:30:26.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That is some sweet fish, you might say.</title><summary type='text'>I can see you!Posted by HelloSo Monday night we cleaned fish. Joe, me, and Jen having a grand ol timePosted by HelloAt first, it was a little messy.Jen's fishPosted by HelloBut we got better.Joe's fish. My fish.Posted by HelloGood thing we had sweet potatoes, corn, texas toast, and salad to go with the main dish.The finished product!Posted by Hello</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108864642383655984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108864642383655984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108864642383655984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108864642383655984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/06/that-is-some-sweet-fish-you-might-say.html' title='That is some sweet fish, you might say.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108848391153323319</id><published>2004-06-28T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:38:31.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Sweet-Butt CD</title><summary type='text'>Today at work I started on my quest to listen to a whole bunch of my CDs. SO I flipped through my massice CD binder and found my first burnt CD. Tim Davis made it for me in, hmmm, it must have been 10th grade. Wow. I share with you the track listing. Keep in mind that some of these I asked for and some of them just got stuck on there. Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me For Me) - Blessid Union of Souls</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108848391153323319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108848391153323319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108848391153323319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108848391153323319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/06/emilys-sweet-butt-cd.html' title='Emily&apos;s Sweet-Butt CD'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108837342824436974</id><published>2004-06-27T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T16:57:08.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><summary type='text'>...like fingerprints, are slowly fading. Well not really. On this lovely Sunday afternoon, I decided to make my famous salsa. Well, perhaps not so famous, but still pretty good. When I was finally done, of course, I had to test it. So I'm standing in my kitchen with chip in hand, and suddenly I'm in Superior at the Wastewater Treatment Plant (my job last summer), eating a different batch of this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108837342824436974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108837342824436974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108837342824436974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108837342824436974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108777975335527718</id><published>2004-06-20T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T20:02:33.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><summary type='text'>So today four 6305-ers (minus Lauren, who studyed for her orgo exam on Monday) went to Jen's hometown of Taylorville, IL. It is a pretty small town, but her family doesn't even live "in town". They live on a farm. Across the street from her grandparents. It is awesome. The main thing I noticed was a whole different sound "spectrum" if you will. As soon as I got out of the car, I felt like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108777975335527718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108777975335527718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108777975335527718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108777975335527718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108767021237720307</id><published>2004-06-19T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T13:52:17.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulard Market</title><summary type='text'>So this morning the five wonders of 6305 began a weekly tradition by going to Soulard Farmer's Market. And boy did we have a good time. Here is a picture of our loot:Look at all our food!Posted by HelloAnd the list:--Nick spent $14 on: 3 bunches of broccoli3 pounds of potatos3 pounds of green beans3 pounds of nectarines6 bunches of basil (and the lady gave him 2 extra bunches...so eight3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108767021237720307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108767021237720307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108767021237720307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108767021237720307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/06/soulard-market.html' title='Soulard Market'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108744117724455544</id><published>2004-06-16T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T21:59:37.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Summer</title><summary type='text'>I would like to thank none other than Travis Tritt for singing my theme song to the summer. His "It's a Great Day to Be Alive" just about perfectly sums up these past few weeks (minus the beard part). I really hope it continues for the rest of the season.In other news, the 6305-ers made salmon and real mashed potatoes for dinner tonight. Go us. Leslie also flung salmon at me. It landed on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108744117724455544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108744117724455544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108744117724455544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108744117724455544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/06/song-of-summer.html' title='Song of the Summer'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108725522167928426</id><published>2004-06-14T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T18:20:21.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures Added!!</title><summary type='text'>Hey all. I posted some pictures of my new crib. It's pimp. Note that my room does not include the watermelon-themed (i.e. mostly green with some pink) desk and bookshelf...I did NOT want to haul those to this room and then AGAIN to 3E so they are vanquishing in the garage. Never fear, furniture, we will be re-united in good time. On the way home from work today, a guy waved at me and mouthed "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108725522167928426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108725522167928426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108725522167928426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108725522167928426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-pictures-added.html' title='New Pictures Added!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108704824785080022</id><published>2004-06-12T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T08:50:47.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more summer.</title><summary type='text'>I am so divinely in love with summer in St. Louis (caveat: it has not gotten hot yet). BUT, while the weather is still tolerable, I love it. Getting up in the morning to go to work is not so bad because I have actually gotten sleep (I usually accomplish this by going to bed before 11). Working has been fun because I actually have a project now and the people with whom I work are funny and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108704824785080022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108704824785080022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108704824785080022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108704824785080022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/06/more-summer.html' title='more summer.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108646289635964845</id><published>2004-06-05T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T14:15:13.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summer!</title><summary type='text'>Oh my, it's been a while. So let's see, here's what I've been doing: Started my internship at ABS. I have my own cubicle!! So far, it's been kinda boring because I am learning software and doing minor calcs. Oh yes, and a whole bunch of data entry. Yay! Last night we all went bowling, which was fun, and I played pool with my boss (he won). Anyways, I hope my workload picks up soon because it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108646289635964845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108646289635964845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108646289635964845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108646289635964845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/06/summer.html' title='summer!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108527461898579339</id><published>2004-05-22T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T20:21:43.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LeaderShape.</title><summary type='text'>     Oh, what a week. Let me say that May 15-20, 2004 will go down as one of the best weeks of sophomore year (or junior year? We're in that limbo stage...oh god I don't want to be a junior...yes, definitely sophomore year).     32 WashU Engineers traveled to (we heart) Trout Lodge, also known as hotel disguised as a camp. Oh yes, the rooms were complete with two double beds, private bathroom, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108527461898579339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108527461898579339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108527461898579339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108527461898579339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/05/leadershape.html' title='LeaderShape.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108450485222855390</id><published>2004-05-13T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T22:20:52.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><summary type='text'>So I thought not going home for the summer was fine. I was really excited about staying in St. Louis, living on my own (with some great friends) and working at my internship. But then people started leaving. My floor is getting emptier and emptier and I don't like it! Perhaps it is the fact that I am moving off-campus, perhaps it is the fact that my living situation is stressful at the moment, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108450485222855390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108450485222855390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108450485222855390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108450485222855390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/05/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108428572426310856</id><published>2004-05-11T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T09:28:44.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniors.</title><summary type='text'>Even though the seniors have not left yet, I am still posting this because I love the passage. I put it in my senior half-page (at Marshall) and still think it describes leaving something that has become home. It is from Paradise Lost by John Milton (Book 12):Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108428572426310856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108428572426310856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108428572426310856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108428572426310856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/05/seniors.html' title='Seniors.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108417473559037612</id><published>2004-05-10T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T02:38:55.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals.</title><summary type='text'>So tomorrow begins my onslaught of finals. 317, Physics, Dynamics, D-bodies. Done by Wednesday. Moving to Rosebury, Version 2W and big party.Walking back from the Engineering School tonight was great. St. Louis has such nice weather at 2am. No wind either. Playing Sarah on my CD (gosh how outdated) player...I felt like I was driving though campus in an expensive car. In a commercial. Today I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108417473559037612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108417473559037612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108417473559037612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108417473559037612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/05/finals.html' title='Finals.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108394425147799904</id><published>2004-05-07T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T10:43:31.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Literary.</title><summary type='text'>If you take a gander to your right, you will notice a new feature of this page: my Summer Book List! Since I will not be working 24/7, but rather 8-5, I will actually have time to read for pleasure (imagine that). So help make me cultured by adding in your own two cents about good books. Use the comments, and I will add it to the page. Then, when I finish, I'll cross it off! What fun!Yay for Js</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108394425147799904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108394425147799904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108394425147799904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108394425147799904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/05/literary.html' title='Literary.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108380815798278023</id><published>2004-05-05T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:53:43.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Points.</title><summary type='text'>Sara Thomsen is coming to St. Louis! Unfortunately, I will be out of town with LeaderShape, but if you are here, you NEED to go. Fabulous artist. Wonderful person. Here's the link.The Face Book is entirely too addictive. Here's my profile!I got to see my summer apartment today. It's awesome. And the neighborhood is amazing. For those of you who are staying, holla at 6305 N Rosebury Apt 2W!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108380815798278023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108380815798278023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108380815798278023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108380815798278023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/05/points.html' title='Points.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108363041682681496</id><published>2004-05-03T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T19:31:02.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Those of you who are Marshall alums, I thought you would appreciate this.For the rest of you, especially everyone at Wash U as our finals are approaching, please remember not to be too stressed. I will always drive you to Ted Drewes (or at least Steak n' Shake) if you are feeling overwhelmed.Music of the Morning: Nickel Creek - Green and Gray</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108363041682681496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108363041682681496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108363041682681496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108363041682681496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/05/those-of-you-who-are-marshall-alums-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108352295242540856</id><published>2004-05-02T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T13:40:13.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Americana</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the Kentucky Derby. For those of you just joining us, Emily LOVES horses and has watched the Derby every year for ages. This year, I went with Julia E to a family's home in Richmond Heights for their Derby Party. [Jules helps this family out by driving the three daughters to school in the mornings.] Anyway, the party was very normal: families, kids, elderly people. Children running </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108352295242540856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108352295242540856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108352295242540856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108352295242540856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/05/americana.html' title='Americana'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108342956864899601</id><published>2004-05-01T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T11:47:23.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WILD</title><summary type='text'>Last night was WILD. And it rained, right on schedule. I was in the AC when it started to POUR so I had to sit there and wait it out while the rest of my compadres worked on the Dynamics problem set. The last one. Anyways, when it was passable, I returned to the Engineering School and Taylor's last help session...with beer. What a great TA. I (and probably Liz, too) will definitely miss him next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108342956864899601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108342956864899601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108342956864899601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108342956864899601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/05/wild.html' title='WILD'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108327014641197910</id><published>2004-04-29T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T15:26:43.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal, in retrospect. And other things.</title><summary type='text'>lessons learned at formal:1. if you wear flipflops and a cowboy hat, it will be much more fun.[Corillary: all guys look infinitely more attractive in said cowboy hat]2. if you "find" ice cream bars before dinner, eat them.3. disney music always makes for good dancing.4. the macarena never gets old.5. dessert is meant to go two places: the cup and your mouth, and not anywhere in between the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108327014641197910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108327014641197910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108327014641197910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108327014641197910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/04/formal-in-retrospect-and-other-things.html' title='Formal, in retrospect. And other things.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-108318328589535856</id><published>2004-04-28T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T15:19:01.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy take me away.</title><summary type='text'>So what I was saying about that quarter-life crisis? Yeah, it's been had and subsequently overcome. This week I thought that I didn't want to be an engineer any more. This entire semester has been nothing but weekly problem sets and NO projects. Dude, weak. I was really upset at this monotony and threatened to move to Colorado and work at a ranch this summer. I even printed out several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/108318328589535856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=108318328589535856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108318328589535856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/108318328589535856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/04/cowboy-take-me-away.html' title='Cowboy take me away.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-107967841408735621</id><published>2004-03-19T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T00:43:34.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time</title><summary type='text'>          It's been a while. Perhaps this blog is meant to be purely theraputic, and therefore I will be using it when I need it. Wah. So, I quit soccer. I had been grappling with this decision for a long time and I finally thought that I just needed to go ahead, save my sanity, and reduce my commitments. Even though practice just started for the rest of the team, I feel like I am going through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/107967841408735621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=107967841408735621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107967841408735621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107967841408735621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/03/long-time.html' title='A Long Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-107557772199636086</id><published>2004-01-31T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T13:37:36.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><summary type='text'>Hi there. Let me introduce myself. My name is Emily. I haven't seen you in a while!! Sorry it has been so long since my last post. Arizona was lovely and, despite the rather unfortunate health of our party on the return trip, we made it back safe and sound to Duluth. I left that wonderful city a few days later to visit Las Vegas, which was AWESOME...I totally want to go back...when I'm 21 ;). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/107557772199636086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=107557772199636086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107557772199636086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107557772199636086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/01/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-107316630211654032</id><published>2004-01-03T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T15:45:20.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona</title><summary type='text'>Yes, the rumors are true. I have left the lovely lakeside city of Duluth for the vast openess of Arizona. Tempe, specifically. Seriously, the sky here is amazing. Huge. I have spent a fair amount of time in the hammock outside the house just reading/napping, and I had the good fortune to watch a sunset the other evening. Even though I couldn't really see the horizon, the redness was still very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/107316630211654032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=107316630211654032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107316630211654032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107316630211654032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2004/01/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-107127130970998629</id><published>2003-12-12T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:22:46.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination...aka pictures!</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing what other things get done when you have finals to study for...Here are some pictures from the Center Court night. I'm sorry that the "outdoors" link does not work; this silly site only offers 20 megs of storage for free. And y'all know I ain't payin for more...Enjoy! Maybe I will change the pictures when I have another final coming up.Music of the Morning: Josh Kelley - Old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/107127130970998629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=107127130970998629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107127130970998629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107127130970998629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/12/procrastinationaka-pictures.html' title='Procrastination...aka pictures!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-107059889734962642</id><published>2003-12-04T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:26:34.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Silly Evenings in a Row!!</title><summary type='text'>This post is really two posts in one. Last night, Wednesday, started off with some quality Diff studying by the fearsome threesome in Ursa's. Then, on our way to Wheeler to pick up some explosives, we ran into the one and only Barry, with whom we further discussed Diff and ended up chatting in BD. However, the pyrotechnics were calling to our souls, so after a quick trip to purchase produce, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/107059889734962642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=107059889734962642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107059889734962642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/107059889734962642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/12/two-silly-evenings-in-row.html' title='Two Silly Evenings in a Row!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106992250760879660</id><published>2003-11-27T02:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T02:42:12.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...there's a storm outside...</title><summary type='text'>It's SNOWING!!!  I drove into Duluth late Tuesday night, and, as if seeing the Aerial Lift Bridge all lit up as I drove over Thompsen Hill wasn't enough, it decided to snow large, white, quiet flakes of wintery snow on Wednesday night! I happened to be over at Tubby's house watchin movies with him ("beat-up balls") and KevEn ("Charlize is HOTT") and when I left, there were two inches of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106992250760879660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106992250760879660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106992250760879660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106992250760879660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/11/theres-storm-outside.html' title='...there&apos;s a storm outside...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106921893343525864</id><published>2003-11-18T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T23:15:40.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiz for all of my readers...</title><summary type='text'>OK, here is a quiz from my friend Pat that I'm sure you will all enjoy! Make sure to post your score in the comments! Also feel free to add whatever items you felt were particulary applicable...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106921893343525864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106921893343525864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106921893343525864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106921893343525864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/11/quiz-for-all-of-my-readers.html' title='A quiz for all of my readers...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106921670790269611</id><published>2003-11-18T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T23:02:34.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Wash U</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from Open Mic Night at Ursa's, which was a fabulous experience. I wasn't even planning on going (in fact, I was in the middle of folding laundry when Catherine called me and coerced me into leaving the dorm based on the fact that there were brownies present at this little event), but I'm really glad I did. A few of my friends were there, and some even performed! But everyone who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106921670790269611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106921670790269611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106921670790269611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106921670790269611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-heart-wash-u.html' title='I Heart Wash U'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106905242259550004</id><published>2003-11-17T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T01:00:29.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Steven Post</title><summary type='text'>These past few weeks I, along with my good friend Catherine, have been privileged enough to get to know Steven. Steven is a fine young chap with a good future ahead of him; a future that he hopes will include a certain girl from our Diff class. Catherine and I are doing our best to make this dream come true for him, and sometimes it seems like we are the ones that want to go out with the girl, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106905242259550004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106905242259550004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106905242259550004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106905242259550004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/11/steven-post.html' title='The Steven Post'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106852953795219742</id><published>2003-11-10T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T00:08:53.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Trips</title><summary type='text'>Ah, yes. Monday. The most exciting day of my week. The day that has, until now, consisted of staying on main campus for 14 straight hours. However, today I made the decision not to attend chem lab lecture for the rest of the year, which freed up a three hour block in the middle of my day. Just enough to take a nap, if I ever have no work (cha, right). Some great things happened today which made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106852953795219742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106852953795219742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106852953795219742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106852953795219742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/11/night-trips.html' title='Night Trips'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106840796965378989</id><published>2003-11-09T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T13:59:33.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyer</title><summary type='text'>      Yesterday, I sold my baby. Flyer is a 13 year old Saddlebred mare that I have owned for the last seven years and has become a huge part of my life and my family. I have learned so much from her about caring for animals and people and about myself. When my family first bought her, she was fairly green and I put a lot of work into her, riding almost every day, to get her ready for showing and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106840796965378989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106840796965378989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106840796965378989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106840796965378989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/11/flyer.html' title='Flyer'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106810054083220247</id><published>2003-11-06T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T00:35:44.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who don't know, the women's soccer team here at Wash U is soooo hot right now. We are traveling to Chicago this weekend to play the University of Chicago in our final UAA game. This game is essentially the UAA championship game (even though we don't have playoffs) because whoever wins will win the conference and a bid to the National Tournament as well. So, basically, we will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106810054083220247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106810054083220247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106810054083220247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106810054083220247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/11/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106773112015721841</id><published>2003-11-01T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T17:58:41.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it funny...</title><summary type='text'>Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted. Sorry kid(s). I guess I haven't had the urge to post because nothing outstanding in my life has happened (besides being sick for over a week!). Well, maybe I take that back. It seems like every day, at some time, I start smiling uncontrollably. I really don't know why, because things (read: school/soccer/social life) aren't really that great. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106773112015721841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106773112015721841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106773112015721841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106773112015721841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/11/isnt-it-funny.html' title='Isn&apos;t it funny...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106728540362858123</id><published>2003-10-27T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T14:10:04.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>QuotATION</title><summary type='text'>While perusing profiles, I came across one of my favorite quotations*, so I thought I would post it for your benefit. I discovered this lovely bit of writing last year, but seeing it again was like finding $5 in my pocket. You know the feeling.     I wonder why love is so often equated with joy when it is everything else as well.    Devastation, balm, obsession, granting, and receiving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106728540362858123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106728540362858123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106728540362858123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106728540362858123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/quotation.html' title='QuotATION'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106709312187772725</id><published>2003-10-25T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T09:47:24.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Couldn't Resist...</title><summary type='text'>Hey there, I took a quiz while drinking my tea this morning and couldn't resist posting the result...hehe! The ULTIMATE personality testIn other news, the Bears are gonna kick some ass today...look out!Music of the Morning: Lorie Line - Ashokan Farewell</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106709312187772725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106709312187772725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106709312187772725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106709312187772725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-just-couldnt-resist.html' title='I Just Couldn&apos;t Resist...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106674432017444007</id><published>2003-10-21T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T08:51:59.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the Morning: DMB - Stay or Leave</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106674432017444007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106674432017444007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106674432017444007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106674432017444007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/music-of-morning-dmb-stay-or-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106667847262526116</id><published>2003-10-20T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T14:34:32.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><summary type='text'>this made my day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106667847262526116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106667847262526116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106667847262526116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106667847262526116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106667825841112481</id><published>2003-10-20T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T14:30:58.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Weekend!</title><summary type='text'>I went home this weekend! (home being the lovely city of Duluth in the lovely state of Minnesota) As most of you know, this weekend was Parent's Weekend at school so, instead of my parents coming down to visit me, I went north. Way north. Despite my rather high latitude, the weather was B-E-A-utiful. I spent Saturday running general errands and then went riding in the afternoon with my good buddy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106667825841112481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106667825841112481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106667825841112481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106667825841112481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/what-great-weekend.html' title='What a Great Weekend!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106628387808177518</id><published>2003-10-16T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T00:57:57.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeee!</title><summary type='text'>So, not much has changed. School is hard, soccer is hard. Life, in general, is hard. But tonight I went to a Women &amp; Orgasms talk as part of Love Your Body Day. The speaker was one of our Women's Studies professors, and she spoke about female sexuality in general and then fielded questions from a very inquisitive audience. Female sexuality is a double-edged sword. I definitely feel like this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106628387808177518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106628387808177518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106628387808177518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106628387808177518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/wheeeee.html' title='Wheeeee!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106608760413131674</id><published>2003-10-13T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T18:26:43.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skydiving Pix (kinda)</title><summary type='text'>As you may imagine, skydiving was fairly expensive. In light of this, I opted not to pay for the option to have a video taken of my skydive. However, my good buddy Julia (E, for those of you who know), did get this option and also got still photos taken of her jump. To give you a little taste of what it was like 14,000 feet in the air, here is a link to her pictures. You look beautiful, pooface!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106608760413131674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106608760413131674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106608760413131674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106608760413131674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/skydiving-pix-kinda.html' title='Skydiving Pix (kinda)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106602012061074145</id><published>2003-10-12T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T23:42:00.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness</title><summary type='text'>Here's a little story to illustrate how much last week took out of me: After a very busy week, I got up on Saturday at 6 am to go skydiving (very worthwhile). Afterwards, we went to the Chi-O retreat (also very worthwhile) and didn't get back 'til around 5. I was awake, chatting with friends/family [I told my grandparents for the first time that I went skydiving (gasp!) and talked to Justin, who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106602012061074145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106602012061074145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106602012061074145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106602012061074145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/tiredness.html' title='Tiredness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106591273442401327</id><published>2003-10-11T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T17:52:14.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skydiving</title><summary type='text'>This morning I went skydiving. I lept from a plane at 14,000 feet, fell freely for about a minute at 120 mph, then pulled my own ripcord and floated down to Earth. We were above the clouds for a good portion of the jump and I could see the sun shining bright, the sky was blueblueblue, and the clouds were whitewhitewhite. It was an amazing experience. You should try it. Music of the Morning: Tom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106591273442401327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106591273442401327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106591273442401327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106591273442401327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/skydiving.html' title='Skydiving'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106575408054748149</id><published>2003-10-09T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T22:00:26.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><summary type='text'>Hey kids. So the four days of hardness are over. But they will be followed next week by an encore of three midterms. Applause!Some random fun for the evening:     Appearantly, the universe is shaped like a soccer ball. As if we didn't know that already.     the OTHER Lost in Translation. Try it!     Haiku of the Day:               I am standing inside               the yellow elevator</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106575408054748149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106575408054748149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106575408054748149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106575408054748149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106557562959728838</id><published>2003-10-07T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T20:13:49.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you continue to fight for something you know is out of reach?</title><summary type='text'>Today at practice it occurred to me: how do people fight for something they know is unattainable? Why do people so often put forth amazing effort that they know will not see any return on their emotional/physical/mental investment. I know I am not going to travel to conference games this year, but I still find myself fighting for that spot and working really hard. It is a frustrating thing, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106557562959728838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106557562959728838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106557562959728838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106557562959728838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/how-do-you-continue-to-fight-for.html' title='How do you continue to fight for something you know is out of reach?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106550866539660614</id><published>2003-10-07T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T14:28:11.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protest Internet Journals!</title><summary type='text'>My friend and former roomie has started a campaign against blogs. Well, not so much as a campaign but just raising awareness about how people use blogs. At first, I thought that it was just Liz being her protestive (is that a word?) self, but then I realized, as I usually do, that what she is talking about has merit. She says that blogs, just like AIM and e-mail, are being used increasingly in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106550866539660614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106550866539660614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106550866539660614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106550866539660614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/protest-internet-journals.html' title='Protest Internet Journals!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106515750198325939</id><published>2003-10-03T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T00:05:02.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Week</title><summary type='text'>Today was busy. The big stress of the day was going to Statics with only one of the five homework problems done. Fortuneately, most other people were having trouble with the problem set so Truman helped us set up the last three problems. That was a huge help and I was able to turn in the assignment without any work missing. I was soooo stressed about that before class and came out of it ok. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106515750198325939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106515750198325939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106515750198325939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106515750198325939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/10/end-of-week.html' title='End of the Week'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106497234576845659</id><published>2003-09-30T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T20:39:05.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEEEE!</title><summary type='text'>I just finished my chem exam. Or rather, I worked on my chem exam for 90 minutes and then it was taken away. I answered most of the problems, and I didn't leave any blank, so I'm hoping on some mad partial credit. But even though there were some blank spaces on the test, I walked out of January 110 feeling incredibly happy. On a high. Strange how a test can kick your ass, and how you can enjoy it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106497234576845659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106497234576845659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106497234576845659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106497234576845659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/09/wheeeee.html' title='WHEEEEE!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106468331928171007</id><published>2003-09-27T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T12:21:59.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nature of Collegiate Athletics</title><summary type='text'>I want to talk about soccer, or any other sport played at the collegiate level. If you are reading this page, you probably know me pretty well, and therefore know that I am on the varsity soccer team here at WashU. For a while now, I have been thinking about our practices and why I enjoy them so much. At the college level, your sport becomes like any other class you are taking. You have class </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106468331928171007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106468331928171007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106468331928171007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106468331928171007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/09/nature-of-collegiate-athletics.html' title='The Nature of Collegiate Athletics'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106454969789485971</id><published>2003-09-25T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T23:14:57.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toolishness</title><summary type='text'>Today, it occured to me how much of a nerd I am. When I took my EN120 group out bowling, I wondered what sort of code the lane apparatii use to know when to pick up the pins and when to sweep the lane clean. For the most part, it is pretty simple, but the 10th frame presents some speed bumps. We also wondered who gets paid to create those cheesy animations on the screen. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106454969789485971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106454969789485971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106454969789485971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106454969789485971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/09/toolishness.html' title='Toolishness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106441646902889397</id><published>2003-09-24T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T10:14:29.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a Bee</title><summary type='text'>     Lately, I have felt like I have no free time whatsoever. Between soccer, homework, work, and Chi-O (look for a post on this later), I rarely have time to just chill and recouperate. Granted, I am getting everything done that I need to, but it seems like I am doing it sometimes at the expense of my mental and social well-being. Social? you ask. Yes, social. Since the beginning of the semester</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106441646902889397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106441646902889397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106441646902889397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106441646902889397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/09/busy-as-bee.html' title='Busy as a Bee'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106415707947562621</id><published>2003-09-21T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T10:11:19.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Party!</title><summary type='text'>Wow. Two nights ago, aka Friday night, we had a party in our suite for Meryl's birthday. It was great, although I was a little dismayed that I couldn't partake in the fun. You see, I had soccer practice Saturday morning at 9 in the morning. Yuck. But on a better note, my grandparents came to visit me! It was a bit interesting avoiding the suite until it had been cleaned up and a few, not to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106415707947562621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106415707947562621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106415707947562621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106415707947562621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/09/what-party.html' title='What a Party!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837050.post-106403467212334560</id><published>2003-09-20T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T00:11:12.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><summary type='text'>Hi guys. I thought it was time that I ventured into the world of blogs. So I did.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/feeds/106403467212334560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837050&amp;postID=106403467212334560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106403467212334560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837050/posts/default/106403467212334560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthelove.blogspot.com/2003/09/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09057700066145302271</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
