<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2454689557819313023</id><updated>2024-08-27T22:58:19.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Right Now</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-260619948297860897</id><published>2011-08-31T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:46:29.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Take 3</title><content type='html'>So college is starting up again tomorrow.  I moved my friend Frankie in today, which was a little bizarre - I kinda forget what it feels like to be a freshman, but I am so excited for him. I can&#39;t wait to see what he thinks of Rutgers (I know he&#39;ll love it). 

I think Junior year is going to be pretty good, I&#39;ve finally decided on a major (Ecology) and I&#39;m applying to a masters program in the spring (Sustainable Business). Holy Guacamole don&#39;t I feel old.  I have to take physics this year, not to excited about that but I&#39;ll push through. I&#39;m also taking a few ecology classes (soil and wetland) a disease course and a course about bugs. I think it&#39;s overall a pretty good schedule. As always, I&#39;ve overpacked my schedule with extra curriculars. This is my first semester as a &quot;brother&quot; in my fraternity and i&#39;m also in Student for Environmental Awareness (SEA), the Bhatki Yoga Club and I was appointed Head of Communications on the Douglass Sustainability Committee. I&#39;m excited for that last one, but a little nervous, I&#39;ve never had a leadership position in college before, it will definitely be an experience! 

As promised (from a long time ago) here are some pictures from my room =]. 

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One wall with all the books I won&#39;t have time to read and my dresser 

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My Bed! With pictures of various nature shots (note the fine crafted side table) 

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Where all the magic happens, my desk. Yay for double windows. 

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Finally my nameless fish (chose a name?) and his new tank mates. I&#39;m not sure if he&#39;s happy about all the extra room in the new tank or sad that he has to share it now with some other finned friends. 


So that&#39;s my life in a nut shell. I&#39;ll try to be better at updating and will give an update on classes once they start! </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/260619948297860897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2011/08/college-take-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/260619948297860897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/260619948297860897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2011/08/college-take-3.html' title='College Take 3'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MhcvHh6Vd8E9UJ352ArunLXwnGbHAAgImuNWIWaQb2M5V2yeCll6c8cSEAn_6jJV9x44eCWYGpgJKj3VxivuLvnNb4qLrqchciO8bCvFviyLBMZVAfmr-bx81zEVDRGKuT2i_tap5rIZ/s72-c/IMG_0116.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-6244904697946719478</id><published>2011-06-02T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:22:28.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Digs, ya Dig?</title><content type='html'>I just moved into my first apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say that again, I just moved into my first apartment. I can&#39;t really get over it. I can&#39;t get over the fact that I no longer have a bed at home anymore (because it is here) I can&#39;t get over the fact that I am old enough to be living in an apartment, and I can&#39;t get over the fact that I actually have to take time out of my day to do my own food shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m living with 6 other people and luckily I have my own single (extra $60 a month is totally worth it for sanity). I know one of the other people well, two of them kinda well and the rest are strangers to me but the other people know them. I am looking forward to meeting everyone and all that but it is just all so foreign, I don&#39;t know the rules yet (food, cleaning, guests) and I still feel a little weary about the whole thing without knowing exactly what I&#39;m getting myself into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s all just so bizarre. As excited as I am about this whole growing up process, it&#39;s also pretty scary and it&#39;s happening a lot faster than I thought it would. I feel like you get 18 years to slowly mature and grow and then you go to college and within four years you have to all of a sudden become an adult and do adult things. There is no more slow approach maturity, it hits you in the face and if you&#39;re not ready you get a black eye.  I am so lucky that I have my parents to back me up incase I mess up on something but it&#39;s still my name that will be tarnished if (and when) I do mess up. I can&#39;t really hide behind them any more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started my two summer classes which I&#39;m kinda excited about, but I know that it&#39;s going to be 8-weeks of hell. One class is a writing class which I am not too worried about. I get to learn how to write grant proposals which is something I will definitely use in life. The other class is a computer programming class (I don&#39;t know why ecology majors need to take this, but they do) and because I know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about computer programming, I am a little worried. I feel like since it is an intro course that I can&#39;t be that bad, but that&#39;s what I thought about general chemistry too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So times are a changing. I have to go an get some work done. Unpack a little and do that damn grocery shopping. I will edit this later with pictures...probably.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6244904697946719478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-digs-ya-dig.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/6244904697946719478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/6244904697946719478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-digs-ya-dig.html' title='New Digs, ya Dig?'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-5353207169064895988</id><published>2011-05-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T07:35:13.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School&#39;s Out for the Summer...kinda</title><content type='html'>Ah! I can not believe that I am (almost) officially done with half of my college career. Insane. I loved my sophomore year at college. I&#39;ve done lots of soul searching (with lots to come in the future) and am very excited to see what the second half of my college career entails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for an unordered, mismatched number of paragraphs starting.....now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you looked at my facebook about a month ago you wold have saw that I was considering going into the education field after graduation. I still am, but probably not high school. I&#39;m pretty dead set on the idea of getting my masters in college student affairs right after graduation and working in administration/admissions/academic advising for a college some where. I am still toying with the idea of vet school but at this point in my life if I wanted to complete all of the requirements, I&#39;d have to stay at Rutgers another year (not necessarily a bad thing) but because I will most likely get funding for my masters aka it will be free (or if I go to UVM i&#39;ll actually make 15000 a year), it makes more sense for me to get my masters in two years rather than stay and extra just for a bachelors. One of the biggest benefits of working at a college is that I would have access to all of the classes so should I want to go back to school after my masters to complete vet-school prerequisite I&#39;m pretty sure it would be fairly easy to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Vermont for a few days to meet up with friends and view the naked bike ride. It was fun. A little weird to be back there and know the ins and outs of the school but not really belong there. It was good to see UVM from a different perspective though, after spending a year at Rutgers I can definitely see the beauty in it,  much more than I could when I left. I have always said that I would like to go back and live in Burlington for a bit when I&#39;m older - but I think that the hustle and bustle (and shootings?) of Rutgers suits me better for these crazy college years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m getting an apartment this summer and living there next year. I have a single room but I am sharing the house with 6 other girls.  It&#39;s walking distance to cook campus. I&#39;m excited but a little worried, I feel like this is the first step to big-girl life and that&#39;s a little scary. I&#39;m really excited to start to make habits that will stick with me throughout my life. I really want to try and get into morning meditation I think i&#39;ll make that habit number one. The biggest challenge for me will be to not acquire a pet. Luckily one girl is bringing a cat and another is adopting a puppy so hopefully my need to animals will be quenched. I&#39;m going to being my beta fish as well but I can see that its going to very tempting to go down to the shelter and bring home a new best friend... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a co-ed honors, service, agricultural fraternity this semester. I still can not believe that I am a member of greek life, let alone a fraternity but everyone in Alpha Zeta is pretty awesome and it gave me a sense of grounding that I needed in such a big school. Still, I wake up on wednesdays, put on my letters and just look at myself in amazement - I don&#39;t really know how it happened, it was just kind of a whirlwind of gatherings and 3 months later I was a brother - weird. Definitely a ton of fun though and I&#39;ve met a bunch of great people and I think that I&#39;ll get great opportunities from it. Its just a matter of accepting the fact that I am indeed, a brother. Too weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not sure if anything else all too exciting happened recently &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://admissions.rutgers.edu/BLOGS/STUDENTS/author/carolanns.aspx&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; my blog for Rutgers. If I missed anything it should be in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be home from the  May 12-30 and I want to see people!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5353207169064895988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2011/05/schools-out-for-summerkinda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/5353207169064895988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/5353207169064895988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2011/05/schools-out-for-summerkinda.html' title='School&#39;s Out for the Summer...kinda'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-8610276980087235251</id><published>2011-01-21T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:55:40.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Update in the Life of CarolAnn:</title><content type='html'>I had a meeting with a woman in the Animal Science Department today because after watching lots of surgery this winter I think I am officially ready to say (and stick with) Veterinary Medicine as my career of choice. Ok so meeting with Animal Science lady was your typical meeting with an Academic Advisor blah blah blah but then she mentioned something quite exciting: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rutgers is trying to develop a partnership with the Vet School in  Heidelberg University in Germany for Rutgers students to be accepted into a program, spend their senior year in Germany and then as long as they don&#39;t fail out, have a guaranteed spot at the University for Vet School! And then she mentioned that she wants to send the top people of the class with a deep interest in veterinary medicine to go there and by the looks of things I would be a perfect candidate! And I&#39;m not even in the Animal Science program yet! So a few years abroad may be in my future after all. Interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehen!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8610276980087235251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2011/01/exciting-update-in-life-of-carolann.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8610276980087235251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8610276980087235251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2011/01/exciting-update-in-life-of-carolann.html' title='Exciting Update in the Life of CarolAnn:'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-758608652565686426</id><published>2010-10-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:34:37.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposal</title><content type='html'>I would like to catch up with everyone soon =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we meet at borders around Thanksgiving?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/758608652565686426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/10/proposal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/758608652565686426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/758608652565686426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/10/proposal.html' title='Proposal'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-7758313527636858174</id><published>2010-09-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T19:49:41.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We&#39;re gonna play a game...</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This is another one of my many life crisis posts. I&#39;ll get over it soon enough. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called tell CarolAnn what to do with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do enjoy having the ability to chose what I want to do with my life. I appreciate the fact that I have complete control over my future and what my life will hold but honestly sometimes I wish that I could give that power to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that I could give a blood sample and the computer would tell me what I was destined to become because sometimes, I can&#39;t handle the stress of choosing on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited to major in psychology and am even more excited to explore the options of evolutionary anthropology but then I think that perhaps I&#39;m better suited for genetics, or neuroscience, or music, or a plethora of other major options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think it all comes down to is my sense of stability and even though I feel that I will be fine majoring in these fields, there is such a sense of the unknown and in this economy the unknown looks mighty grim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry that the major decisions I make today will have my living off of my parents tomorrow.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/7758313527636858174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-gonna-play-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/7758313527636858174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/7758313527636858174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-gonna-play-game.html' title='We&#39;re gonna play a game...'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-7931127369572500712</id><published>2010-08-30T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:38:04.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World - 1   CarolAnn - 0</title><content type='html'>Yada yada yada Rutgers is great. Yada yada yada yes Ms Daken, you told me so. Blah Blah Blah. Fine, I admit it the world wins and I lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual meaning behind this post is that I am an OFFICIAL student blogger of Rutgers and if you all are so inclined to read my posts they can be read here: &lt;br /&gt;http://admissions.rutgers.edu/BLOGS/STUDENTS/post/2010/08/30/Hellllooooooo!!!!!.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contracted to write a post as week and will also post a link to them on this so that you guys can read all about my Rutgers life - because after all, I know you&#39;re interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that school and life in general is moving just as swimmingly for all of you as it is for me =]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/7931127369572500712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/08/world-1-carolann-0.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/7931127369572500712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/7931127369572500712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/08/world-1-carolann-0.html' title='World - 1   CarolAnn - 0'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-2455855170785288953</id><published>2010-08-26T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:39:13.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R-U RAH-RAH!</title><content type='html'>R-U RAH-RAH&lt;br /&gt;OO-Rah OO-Rah Rutgers-Rah &lt;br /&gt;Up Stream Red Team, Red Team Up Stream&lt;br /&gt;Rah-Rah- Rutgers Rah&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yONlrzRDRjw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange to think that this time last year I was traveling six hours north for college and this year I&#39;m driving one hour south. As excited as I am, its weird to kinda be somewhere in the middle between the doe-eyed freshman and the callused upper-classmen - I&#39;ll figure it out soon enough though. Everyone I&#39;ve ever spoken to who was acquainted with Rutgers loved it so I am sure that I will do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far things look perfect: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents don&#39;t seem to mind my major change.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m really excited for my classes - all of them. &lt;br /&gt;As far as I know my roommate seems really great (maybe we&#39;ll actually talk this year, crazy right?). &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m auditioning for the choirs on the 31st. &lt;br /&gt;I have an idea of what I want to get involved in. &lt;br /&gt;I am an official Rutgers Student Blogger (I&#39;ll post a link later).&lt;br /&gt;And I have a paying job doing something that I don&#39;t think I&#39;ll detest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just worry that all of this looks perfect in my little fantasy world and won&#39;t actually work once I come crashing down to earth. We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first task of Rutgers life is fitting everything I need into my little 2 door Honda Civic, because now since I&#39;m so close to home my parents don&#39;t find it necessary to see me off. Here goes nothing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/2455855170785288953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/08/r-u-rah-rah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/2455855170785288953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/2455855170785288953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/08/r-u-rah-rah.html' title='R-U RAH-RAH!'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-1097925486854051740</id><published>2010-07-30T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:39:17.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m thinking:</title><content type='html'>Major in Behavioral Neuroscience, minor (or possible double major) in Evolutionary Anthropology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says &quot;Make sure you can get a job&quot;. I say &quot;I&#39;m going to graduate school&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really all I want to do is go to school forever.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1097925486854051740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-thinking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/1097925486854051740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/1097925486854051740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-thinking.html' title='I&#39;m thinking:'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-8026487944168641633</id><published>2010-07-14T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:34:18.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Writing</title><content type='html'>The scary thing about writing essays is that you never know what the professor wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve had professors that say quoting is bad and others that say quoting is good. I&#39;ve had professors that want me to to write like they never read the article and others want me to assume I have an intelligent audience. Writing styles are so subjective and I feel that just when I&#39;ve figured it out, someone tells me to do something differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting critiques back on my first paper in my writing class I know what I have to change for the next paper but it&#39;s always scary to change my writing style - what if I lose me?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8026487944168641633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/07/scary-writing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8026487944168641633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8026487944168641633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/07/scary-writing.html' title='Scary Writing'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-8910942709643118936</id><published>2010-07-10T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T05:02:25.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I had four teeth ground up and yanked from my skull. My wisdom teeth are out and I can officially say that I have less wisdom now then I did when they were in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a paper due Thursday. The due date was kindly extended to Monday yet I just can&#39;t get around to writing it. I&#39;m in a writing funk. I simply don&#39;t want to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses used to not write the paper organized by date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Friday (7/2) &lt;/span&gt;- Today is my day off, certainly I can not write on my day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Saturday (7/3)&lt;/span&gt; - I have to prepare recipes for a 4th of July BBQ and spend time with my family because soon I will have surgery and could possibly die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sunday (7/4)&lt;/span&gt; - It is a national holiday! Plus I have to make a cherry pie, biscuits, pasta salad and roasted broccoli. I am getting a kitten today, I can not be a good mother and write a paper at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Monday (7/5)&lt;/span&gt; - My father is off of work and I don&#39;t have class. Clearly I am not supposed to work today. The kitten is crying, I have to feed it. Look at how cute the kitten, awe. I am getting surgery tomorrow, I must enjoy my possible last day of life and make a peach and blueberry cobbler in order to show my family how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Tuesday (7/6)&lt;/span&gt; - Surgery + Novocaine + Percocets= me trying to use American Sign Language to tell my mother that I can&#39;t feel my tongue (she doesn&#39;t sign at all and I can only spell) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Wednesday (7/7)&lt;/span&gt; - Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Thursday (7/8)&lt;/span&gt; - Pain + &quot;Bethany&#39;s Getting Married?&quot; marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Friday (7/9)&lt;/span&gt; - Pain + &quot;The City&quot; marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Saturday 7/10)&lt;/span&gt; - I feel good today! Lets make pancakes and invite the Grandparents over for brunch! Awe look at how big my kitten has gotten I must cuddle with him. Hey my daddy&#39;s home from Utah! Pain, &quot;The Office&quot; Marathon.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8910942709643118936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/07/loss-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8910942709643118936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8910942709643118936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/07/loss-of-wisdom.html' title='Loss of Wisdom'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-8622813407169522316</id><published>2010-07-05T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:34:06.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to be a mother.</title><content type='html'>But don&#39;t worry, I am not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the newest member of out family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikE5ufpdhigpthKYu7qU3vJ0gn2ZAtjE7HMx7zDmAoFZvxcHGiEuLBbdnrNC0svom32eUHT9OHsSCMIHDy28CwODkbQ1_e6ZiDEkRD8FaZHHkwtElee7n2jnE51-EA1BDFMZK3zwO7jlOB/s1600/Kitten+1&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikE5ufpdhigpthKYu7qU3vJ0gn2ZAtjE7HMx7zDmAoFZvxcHGiEuLBbdnrNC0svom32eUHT9OHsSCMIHDy28CwODkbQ1_e6ZiDEkRD8FaZHHkwtElee7n2jnE51-EA1BDFMZK3zwO7jlOB/s320/Kitten+1&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490442006751182658&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioNV939sKPEwBm42dXfk0KmqTN99Tav9q_Cm2kq29jrc2OFSxI6oS1Z7ymS2ZDSdN3KyZtCn1OXjYV9pjVvcku-aLmM48bRdpCBq8i88aTh5xwpaXtpEneeVRQD5Y4JOzxzqDvitTuSrla/s1600/Kitten+2&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioNV939sKPEwBm42dXfk0KmqTN99Tav9q_Cm2kq29jrc2OFSxI6oS1Z7ymS2ZDSdN3KyZtCn1OXjYV9pjVvcku-aLmM48bRdpCBq8i88aTh5xwpaXtpEneeVRQD5Y4JOzxzqDvitTuSrla/s320/Kitten+2&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490442146462185970&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any new mother, I had to show you baby pictures that no one but me finds cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike new mothers, I&#39;m going to ask you guys for help with names. He (?) is mostly grey with white on his belly face and paws, and he&#39;s an orphan...so use your smarts and think of whitty (or not so whitty) names for the little guy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready and Go!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8622813407169522316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-going-to-be-mother.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8622813407169522316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8622813407169522316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-going-to-be-mother.html' title='I am going to be a mother.'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikE5ufpdhigpthKYu7qU3vJ0gn2ZAtjE7HMx7zDmAoFZvxcHGiEuLBbdnrNC0svom32eUHT9OHsSCMIHDy28CwODkbQ1_e6ZiDEkRD8FaZHHkwtElee7n2jnE51-EA1BDFMZK3zwO7jlOB/s72-c/Kitten+1" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-4419738613367674356</id><published>2010-05-21T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:32:59.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the Money and Run</title><content type='html'>My psychology professor taught me that it is wiser to spend money on vacations with friends and family then it is to spend money on physical objects. He explained that while the luster of physical objects diminish over time, vacations get more pleasant each time we visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the month of June I will be in New Jersey for all of 9 days. I am taking a week to go to the Outer Banks, a week to go to Florida, and a week to go to Virginia Beach. My bank account is looking mighty slim and I can only hope that this fall, when I am up to my ears in school work, cursing the gods of organic chemistry and gazing at my empty wallet  I will look back on all of these vacations and remember how much fun I had =]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/4419738613367674356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-money-and-run.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/4419738613367674356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/4419738613367674356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-money-and-run.html' title='Take the Money and Run'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-4042626728922182406</id><published>2010-05-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:55:11.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked As We Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.7dvt.com/files/local-nudity.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.7dvt.com/files/SOTA-uvmcal.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 366px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.7dvt.com/files/SOTA-uvmcal.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vermont is a naked state. And UVM is a naked school. When I went on tours the guides told me not to be surprised if I saw people walking around naked, or if I experienced naked protests on campus. To further UVM&#39;s nakedness, each year UVM puts out a naked calendar. UVM loves to be naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.7dvt.com/files/local-nudity.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.7dvt.com/files/local-nudity.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a wonderful naked tradition at the University of Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each semester on the last day of class we have  a naked bike ride. Students all across campus come out on their bikes, their long boards, their scooters, their crutches and their running shoes to blow off a bit of steam before finals and relish in the fact that it is absolutely legal to be naked in Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some students plan hours in advance and have body painting parties before the race. Often students have colorful hand prints across their body; last night there were two people covered head to toe in zebra print. Other students decide in the heat of the moment that they just need to be naked so they drop their clothes, hop the fence and join the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I fell in the second category.  I really hadn&#39;t planned on running, and I definitely didn&#39;t plan on getting naked when the night started but somehow it happened. The decision to bare myself to the world was entirely spontaneous. A group of friends decided that it was absolutely necessary for me to participate in my last naked bike ride and who am I to say no? So we ran to the bushes, dropped trou (although it is absolutely legal to be naked in Vermont it is illegal to strip in public) found an entrance point and went for it.   Like I said I hadn&#39;t planned this so I ran bare foot, a couple of my friends fell and got scraped up or twisted an ankle but the general consensus was then it was absolutely worth the pain and initial humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t think that I will ever experience something quite as liberating as I did last night. I have always had some issues with my body and I&#39;m not one to show a lot of skin but as soon as I entered the race and heard everyone on the sidelines cheering me on, all of those issues went away and the only thing I was worried about was dodging bikes and getting as many high fives from the spectators as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it so much that I think next year, I might take a visit to Vermont right around finals time and do it again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/4042626728922182406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/05/naked-as-we-came.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/4042626728922182406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/4042626728922182406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/05/naked-as-we-came.html' title='Naked As We Came'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-3251144406243726467</id><published>2010-04-15T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:58:54.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Logarithms</title><content type='html'>I had a biology test today and even though I think I did decently, I was in a funk afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chelsea needed help with math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is weird, but logarithms made my night tonight and for that I will be eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you logarithms, and thank you Chelsea for needing help in math, and for allowing me to listen to the cute sounding English guy in the background.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/3251144406243726467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-logarithms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/3251144406243726467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/3251144406243726467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-logarithms.html' title='Thank you Logarithms'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-4601966652629492415</id><published>2010-03-27T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:43:30.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Body Works in Mysterious Ways</title><content type='html'>I am a foodie through and through. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to eat. I love flavors and textures, and I love the community aspect of eating. I put love into my cooking and I love to see people enjoy something that I&#39;ve made. I love food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I can&#39;t eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wisdom teeth are coming in and it hurts. I really can&#39;t chew on one side of my mouth. It hurts to move my tongue. I don&#39;t want to take medication, and I can&#39;t get them removed until June. Humph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never have been one to lose weight when sick. My mom told me that when she got her tonsils out she lost 10 pounds because she simply couldn&#39;t eat. I gained 10 pounds because I continued to eat and all I ate was ice cream and mashed potatoes. I love to eat. And so, it is very much out of my character to have completely lost my appetite. I have to remind myself to grab something before class. Even now, its 12:40 pm and I haven&#39;t eaten a crumb - honestly I&#39;m not even hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only assume that my body is somehow protecting me from the pain of eating by not allowing me to get hungry.  And I wonder - am I starving? I have no idea. I certainly don&#39;t feel hunger pains - but I know that I am consuming many less calories then I was previous to the excruciating pain that is my lower left jaw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I should eat- I just don&#39;t want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if I start to whither away will you?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/4601966652629492415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/03/body-works-in-mysterious-ways.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/4601966652629492415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/4601966652629492415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/03/body-works-in-mysterious-ways.html' title='The Body Works in Mysterious Ways'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-3424617630220547945</id><published>2010-03-17T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:27:03.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start, A New Country, A New Life?</title><content type='html'>I never know what I want.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you spoke to me a few months ago I would have told you about how I am to far away from home, that I miss my family, and that I want to be able to attend my grandparent&#39;s birthday parties. Which is all fine and good when I am at home and surrounded by family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am home, I want to be home, but when I am away, I am not so sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 2 &#39;oclock this morning I was doing what I do best, fretting about the future, and during this time I happened to look up the Massey Vet School in New Zealand which, if I decide to go to vet school, is the school I have always wanted to go to and get this: I can start vet school next year. The program is a five year science intensive program that anyone can basically start anytime after high school and at the end of it I would be able to be a vet in New Zealand, Australia, England America and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its got me thinking, why be close when I can be far, far away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just as appealing to me to be close as it is to be so far away that I would have to schedule phone calls.  I want to be a critical part of my family but at the same time not worry about the limitations that family brings. If I was miraculously placed on this planet with out connections or people to hold me back I would be gone in a heartbeat. But that&#39;s not me. I have school plays to go to, and birthday cakes to bake. I really enjoy doing these things but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to just do what I want to do, to have my own life without school plays and birthday cakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that part of growing up is developing your own lifestyle, so what if mine is in New Zealand? Unfortunately if I decide that it is in New Zealand, I won&#39;t get to share my life with those who love me, and how do I know if i&#39;ve grown up if I don&#39;t have anyone comparing me to who I used to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what to do? For now I am going to wait it out and see what schools accept me as a transfer. If I get in to Cornell or Wesleyan I think that I need to complete my degree there before moving on to bigger and better things, BUT if I go to Rutgers then there is a good possibility that you&#39;ll be seeing another post about a whole new change in scenery some time next year. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/3424617630220547945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-start-new-country-new-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/3424617630220547945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/3424617630220547945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-start-new-country-new-life.html' title='A New Start, A New Country, A New Life?'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-266184336995086480</id><published>2010-03-01T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:01:27.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I do what I do?</title><content type='html'>My English class is probably the biggest cake class that I will ever have the fortune of taking in college and I took it for that reason. I wanted a GPA booster, and I got it. The class is basically us doing reading (or not, the reading is totally not necessary) then going to class where the professor summarizes EVERYTHING we would possibly need to know about the reading. Three tests, no final, one paper. I got a 98 on the first test.  Cake. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paper is due on Friday. All it is, is five pages, explaining how something influenced the writer to write a short-story. I&#39;m doing Religion&#39;s influence on &quot;Araby&quot;. Sooooo easy. But I can&#39;t get myself to get off my lazy ass and write it. Why? I have no freaking idea. I have my sources, I have ideas. I could probably bang this thing out in an hour. Instead, I waste hours on facebook, formspring, twitter, blogger, craigslist and finally stumble (yes that is my order and yes I do look at craigslist, don&#39;t judge). After that I usually ponder about my future, wonder if I am doing enough, fret that I&#39;m not, insist that I must be and then start the cycle over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone slap me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! To further my means of procrastination, I have put my Kindle to good use. I bought  &lt;i&gt;A Handmaid&#39;s Tale&lt;/i&gt; by Margaret Atwood today. It&#39;s a dystopic novel about a future society of barren women, and what happens to the fertile ones.  I like it. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/266184336995086480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-i-do-what-i-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/266184336995086480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/266184336995086480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-i-do-what-i-do.html' title='Why do I do what I do?'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-4548578344945915654</id><published>2010-02-25T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:10:10.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTm3_CmW4sTnpG9NSmxd31g86ztwpNP4-tJjY0aOZzry0T7lyzPktmBMg1ryZfAxtUtVB8p4Mw3pmJIqhRUkIPUusCI1b-TuifY1IEFgPrPfRzGt7Cf4HOfmyJ4_rXPsPjbvWNriPLar7/s1600-h/23484_323384163095_504188095_3591269_2126367_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTm3_CmW4sTnpG9NSmxd31g86ztwpNP4-tJjY0aOZzry0T7lyzPktmBMg1ryZfAxtUtVB8p4Mw3pmJIqhRUkIPUusCI1b-TuifY1IEFgPrPfRzGt7Cf4HOfmyJ4_rXPsPjbvWNriPLar7/s320/23484_323384163095_504188095_3591269_2126367_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442212930228024338&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UVMers love snow.&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we got out first snow storm and it was great to see everyone on campus acting like little kids again. Random snowball fights bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ke out. Numerous snowmen were made. Not to mention the copious amount of people I saw with sleds ready to throw away homework and ride down a hill. To top it all off there was a snowball war last night. Quite literary, the entire campus came out to play in the snow and throw snowballs at anything that moved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos people took around campus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#0000EE;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjscR6maOQAgw3JOysEUPiSGktqhhDBroUp8mA4VxktYt_TRf-6mV-0ToelVCBntu8VFMeaml-CiG-o5j09kFhGkpvSIV32uV5_Xt5sKOMH7NWHeKWvbvYqKuW04QpS90fsM_XmercXfhR/s320/26778_325862765987_501715987_4039100_669558_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442213382247578066&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9ZmPUe-fbMkREE55JJ2-HSrDVcjgxJFYjrFpVWuXsLIjbbRrH6EGprqnJplPcqIgun1o8uTEm4CxR4HyULAmj4qacO_PJUnTnh2dQC6orVx5Rn_NG_sOhsbaBFVQ-9KNdgoMpRK9COjy/s320/23484_323383893095_504188095_3591239_1994742_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442213144642390402&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizuvqYIOqjIkYaC6NKMJfoEcBteDYiBwEUtLgJzps16nB7dyTIwGYl6MEbuH0dEGKXmqN1-3qmWCkrJdJHcRUqdHQrxKo3kHQaBwuzWMCnciHbCatEwixsMvxNtP8v3xbqzZWt162tg8U6/s320/23947_368759026424_601216424_5302396_600257_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442213530851170434&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/4548578344945915654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/4548578344945915654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/4548578344945915654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTm3_CmW4sTnpG9NSmxd31g86ztwpNP4-tJjY0aOZzry0T7lyzPktmBMg1ryZfAxtUtVB8p4Mw3pmJIqhRUkIPUusCI1b-TuifY1IEFgPrPfRzGt7Cf4HOfmyJ4_rXPsPjbvWNriPLar7/s72-c/23484_323384163095_504188095_3591269_2126367_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-7058809002901024138</id><published>2010-02-11T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:10:48.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of my room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The video below is pretty useless. What can I say, I was bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz1asX4qh6yqDyu0Qq3YP6cHTvKLMKGPEHXzPDSQqWnL3hv3ImzM-uUcaMv_ukRqQcvZbbrRxq8G14UqJei&#39; class=&#39;b-hbp-video b-uploaded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/7058809002901024138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/02/tour-of-my-room.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/7058809002901024138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/7058809002901024138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/02/tour-of-my-room.html' title='Tour of my room.'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-9108040331365090815</id><published>2010-02-09T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:50:32.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Fish Number 1</title><content type='html'>Death is a strange thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently purchased three fish and a swanky new tank to put them in. I read that it was very feng shui to have two gold fish and one black fish in a tank, so I bought two white fish with little red blobs on their head and one black fish. They represented the colors of the schools I am applying to, dorky I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don&#39;t particularly like fish. I don&#39;t like to touch them and I wince when I have to touch their tank water but I need life in my room and because I can&#39;t go out and adopt a dog, I turned to man&#39;s next best friend, the fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a month their life continued swimmingly. They knew that when I turned the light on in the morning fish flakes would rain from the heavens and that if they stared at me long enough while I was doing my homework I would give them a little more food at night. I like to think that they thought of me as a caretaker and that although their memory only lasted for about 5 seconds, that somehow I was remembered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I left my room in the morning to three very happy fish and came back in the afternoon to two happy fish and one distressed finless fish trying to wiggle around the tank. Needless to say, the finless fish died sometime last night and I buried him in the toilet bowl this morning. I swear the two remaining fish are grieving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often ponder the idea of destiny. Was my fish destined to have its fins ripped off? I&#39;m not sure. But I like to think that by sacrificing its life it served a larger purpose that will be felt around the world. Its death caused me to write this. It&#39;s possible that when people read it they will think about death, tell their loved ones they love them, maybe donate some money to a charity. Essentially it could be because of my fish that someone falls asleep with a full stomach tomorrow. The butterfly effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again it could have died because it simply wasn&#39;t smart enough to stay away from the filter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Death is a strange thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/9108040331365090815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-fish-number-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/9108040331365090815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/9108040331365090815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-fish-number-1.html' title='RIP Fish Number 1'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-8460649081259529661</id><published>2010-01-27T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:04:16.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the old Bump and Grind...with a twist here and there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6QB2C8t_gnOU6KTKxJ4zSHP0daHGflRTJ6e8NHwBX7Wgz2ouxChU_QP_mmd2xDH9XXF8NiHHLTTrzLiJjopSzkUm9Dy1UVyGzyt7IPLQNxxRYK4NAxBN4ndKYbRsvrFWG6sG8mQcEz0y/s1600-h/061222_vermont_vmed_10a.widec.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6QB2C8t_gnOU6KTKxJ4zSHP0daHGflRTJ6e8NHwBX7Wgz2ouxChU_QP_mmd2xDH9XXF8NiHHLTTrzLiJjopSzkUm9Dy1UVyGzyt7IPLQNxxRYK4NAxBN4ndKYbRsvrFWG6sG8mQcEz0y/s320/061222_vermont_vmed_10a.widec.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431534073808608930&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It seems to be my turn to tell you all what its like to be back at UVM. First off its odd. It took me a few days to remember the little things about college. Like how people pop in and out of rooms constantly and how it&#39;s completely normal to have a conversation about breakfast while in the shower. It was a relief though to walk through my door the first time and have that feeling of &quot;ahh I&#39;m home&quot;. Everything was just as I had left it which is probably my favorite thing about coming back from a prolonged vacation. No matter how long you leave, when you come back you can simply pick up where you left off and go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before vacation I thought a lot about how my home will never really be my home again. I assume that I&#39;ll always be welcomed there, but I won&#39;t be living there for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more then a few months at a time which will slowly decrease to a few weeks which will then whither away  to holidays and family gatherings. I find this extremely weird. Sometimes I forget that I&#39;m aging, growing up if you will, and that one day I will wake up and have my own house with my own family and hopefully a job that I like. But before all that I need to graduate college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfhmklZlfoDoPI50dR5vC36AMMjw6EzxeAJikjaG1r4-1Qsjp7GKMILtJFgzRMe4xmuQ-V4nr6sEyJcp3vVe-uKIC1Ax73tXbnFpSyVYiCBcrEzOSrFQnCcgpeZQgb0iC-v5vMHWcvvmy/s320/2121687222_5a0bd0ab52.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431534399231553314&quot; /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I&#39;m taking 16 credits this semester and after this semester will be 5 credits away from being a Junior.  This is assuming that all of my credits transfer and whatever school I end up at has the same credit guide as mine does. That probably won&#39;t happen, but I&#39;m ahead of the game so I figure if nothing else I&#39;ll come out even. I&#39;m taking Biology (with an NJ native, english speaking TA!!) and right now we are breeding fruit flies in order to play with genetics. At the end of the class we have to kill the flies, which I&#39;m pretty okay with but I feel like they are slowing desensitizing us to killing larger creatures. I&#39;ve heard horror stories about my rat back cracking aunt and am not sure if I could do that but I assume I&#39;ll tackle it when it comes. I&#39;m also taking Chemistry (shoot me), Eastern Religion (Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism), Types of Literature, Jogging for Fitness, and most recently Catamount Singers. I&#39;m really excited about the last one, its a nine person mostly senior music majors choir...and me. Its going to be tough but I am absolutely thrilled to be back in music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vermont is almost horrifyingly warm. The snow melted, and I don&#39;t need the 17 layers I brought with me. Sometimes I enjoy global warming, but at the same time it would be really nice to go sledding. The pictures above are of what it should look like...it doesn&#39;t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8460649081259529661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-seems-to-be-my-turn-to-tell-you-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8460649081259529661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/8460649081259529661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-seems-to-be-my-turn-to-tell-you-all.html' title='Back to the old Bump and Grind...with a twist here and there'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6QB2C8t_gnOU6KTKxJ4zSHP0daHGflRTJ6e8NHwBX7Wgz2ouxChU_QP_mmd2xDH9XXF8NiHHLTTrzLiJjopSzkUm9Dy1UVyGzyt7IPLQNxxRYK4NAxBN4ndKYbRsvrFWG6sG8mQcEz0y/s72-c/061222_vermont_vmed_10a.widec.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-2092420089177981552</id><published>2010-01-01T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:43:20.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I wait for my Chinese food I think I will write a blog.</title><content type='html'>First and Foremost:&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;I spent my New Years in the City with my best friend Serena. We met in fifth grade (and I hated her) then she moved to Florida in 7th grade and we&#39;ve been best buds ever since. She goes to AMDA (American Musical Dramatic Academy) and is an aspiring actor. I give her props - thats a tough field. A few months ago she proposed the idea of spending New Years together.  I was given the opportunity of a free night in the city and I simply couldn&#39;t pass it up. The plan was to see a show then watch the ball drop and then chill with her friends for a bit however once we realized that after midnight I wouldn&#39;t be allowed back in the building the plans changed. I figured it was better to be inside during the countdown then have to sleep on the streets for a night (although that probably would have been a wonderful adventure) so we spent the night just hanging with her friends in their dorms (which was actually an old dilapidated apartment building) and had a blast. At one point we headed to central park and had a snow ball fight but I was paranoid about having a place to sleep so we went back fairly quickly. After the ball dropped, the boys hung half of themselves out of the window 8 stories up and cheered for about 10 minutes and we all hung out some more before ending the night at 3AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;It was so neat, since all of the people at AMDA are artsy majors &quot;hanging out&quot; consists of blasting music and belting harmonies. Everyone there trumped me but I tried to keep up. I was so happy to be around artsy musical people again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Today Serena and I woke up at 9AM so that I could catch the 10:11 train home but I ended up spending the day in the city with her. I went for a little walk around the block alone in the morning and realized just how beautiful the city can be. I never experienced residential New York before, only touristy New York and I was surprised with how much I loved it. So much so that I&#39;m going to look up some colleges I can transfer to in the city. After my little escapade, we saw Strawberry Fields, and spent hours in the Natural History Museum. It was an absolutely wonderful day and I was so happy to spend it with such a good friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;As far as new years resolutions are concerned, I have a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Only eat when I am actually hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Get more involved on Campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Ace 3/4 classes (I can&#39;t ask to much of chemistry) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Get into some schools and weigh my options &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;One last thing, it&#39;s so neat to think that some of the people I spent New Years with will one day be famous actors/singers/producers. I really hope that one day I can tell people that not only did I know that person, I celebrated 2010 with him/her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;Its going to be a good year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/2092420089177981552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-i-wait-for-my-chinese-food-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/2092420089177981552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/2092420089177981552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-i-wait-for-my-chinese-food-i.html' title='While I wait for my Chinese food I think I will write a blog.'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-7729829722649762396</id><published>2009-12-04T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:55:09.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So not only am I Lost...</title><content type='html'>...I&#39;m also kinda obsessed with a serial killer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Chelsea&#39;s post I realized how much I missed being obsessed with a television drama. Lost isn&#39;t on for awhile so I turned to Dexter. The show is about a serial killer who kills other serial killers. Here&#39;s my thought process on it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main character is a serial killer who kills other serial killers. The inconsistency lies in whether or not the main character can be considered moral and whether serial killers have a right to life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P1: Killing people is not moral &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P2: Dexter Kills people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Dexter is not moral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people believe that it is moral to kill serial killers via death penalty. This implies that serial killers do not have a right to life. Can Dexter really be considered immoral for killing serial killers if serial killers do not have a right to life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Dexter was caught he would be considered a serial killer. Inference tells us that therefore, Dexter does not have a right to life. But Dexter only kills a being that also do not have a right to life. Therefore he can not technically be considered a &quot;killer&quot; because he has not killed anything that has a right to life and so Dexter retains his right to life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Can Dexter be considered immoral for killing something that does not have a right to life? Can you be considered immoral for killing a fly which (presumably) does not have a right to life? I would say no. This leaves me with the opinion that Dexter is doing nothing wrong and is morally justified to kill the serial killers. However, murder is still not morally correct and therefore I am left with an inconsistency as to whether or not to &quot;like&quot; Dexter and I am only two episodes in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its kinda a lot like batman. Dexter is a person who breaks moral rules in order to help society. The question is whether society is willing to let a person break the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This probably wasn&#39;t the best thing to do right before finals because I find myself thinking about it more often then about my impending exams. However I feel like I logically thought it through so I&#39;m going to say that in watching Dexter I am also studying for Philosophy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/feeds/7729829722649762396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-not-only-am-i-lost.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/7729829722649762396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454689557819313023/posts/default/7729829722649762396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casudia.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-not-only-am-i-lost.html' title='So not only am I Lost...'/><author><name>CarolAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879613315281471469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LeamOUT6ZYSi_-RRqvR2MLbRP6Xkd1aCRJC5uj_sVPamhX78JFymd3I0a8tQ1LToojecbBu1J6dIx_ImgTiLTNpPYi9YNBpFINjLArdDd5vSyWKOZB5wxl-K3ZgSdJs/s220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454689557819313023.post-7401630366112312396</id><published>2009-11-25T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:42:13.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty-Three Thankful Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EquM6O0wv2NS5aWphLenWx2YxKofSY_YxJhTNfvOg4HBQlGlApiP26zwCuxnYPD4swO7ospMEaFMdY6WdO29odl2HzMFxVt7P0dfi2wHoMjIDK4jVUqM3WLn-Xh26jDFjH9WxkVgDb5M/s1600/14239_1162387740272_1245180098_30454803_4363385_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EquM6O0wv2NS5aWphLenWx2YxKofSY_YxJhTNfvOg4HBQlGlApiP26zwCuxnYPD4swO7ospMEaFMdY6WdO29odl2HzMFxVt7P0dfi2wHoMjIDK4jVUqM3WLn-Xh26jDFjH9WxkVgDb5M/s320/14239_1162387740272_1245180098_30454803_4363385_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408283246464936882&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. This year I find myself appreciating it more then ever. Here are some things I&#39;m thankful for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My family - I never realized how much I relied on them before I went to college. They (especially my mom) are my support system and I am so lucky to have them behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My friends - right behind my family my friends are (obviously) the people I turn to. I somewhat expected to lose touch with a lot of people after college but luckily I haven&#39;t yet. I can&#39;t wait to see every one again if not on this break, the next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My health - I&#39;ve always been a healthy person so I didn&#39;t gent the flu shot even though swine seemed to surround me on campus. The peak of swine seems to be ending (for now) and I haven&#39;t yet gotten sick (knock on wood). I&#39;m not quite sure how I would handle myself sick in college. On a broader scale, I&#39;m happy to just be a functioning being without any genetic disorders. The more I learn about bio the greater my astonishment is on how the hell nothing went horriblywrong with my DNA - it simply amazes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My pets - I love my puppies and my cats. I miss them lots in school. I&#39;ve considered sneaking in a pet. I&#39;m leaning towards a snake but while I&#39;m home I&#39;m quite content with my three dogs and two cats who all seemed to miss me as much as I missed them because none of them leave me alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Food  - I love food and I am so fortunate to be a part of a country that has such a surplus of food that we designate a holiday to it. I hope to help spread the wealth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. College - Even though I am not sure if I am going to stay at UVM, I am so thankful for the experiences that I have had there and the friends that I have made. I&#39;ve learned a lot about myself and my values. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. AP English - quite literally if it wasn&#39;t for AP English I would not be the person I am today. Those classes taught me to enjoy being smart and I thank all of the people that were a part of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Music - I regret not joining a choir this semester and I miss singing a whole lot but I am so thankful that I was able to be in multiple choirs for four years of my life and that my mind was opened up to all different experiences through music. I am so thankful that when I get stressed I can sit down and play the piano or listen to the Messiah and its calms me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. My grandparents - I love my grandparents. We understand each other. Part of me wishes that I grew up in their time but I&#39;m happy to be able to connect to it through them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. My Computer - I can not imagine life with out a computer. I feel that at some point in my life I will want to take a year long break from modern technology in order to connect with myself some more but for right now my computer is a life saver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;From this point forward expect less and less meaningful things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Clocks - I wouldn&#39;t have a clue when I was without them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. The fact that my Italian Cheesecake has almost finished cooking - I can go to sleep soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. The fact that I get to quite my job as a glorified telemarketer in a few weeks - I am so sick of asking people for money (even though I&#39;m quite good at it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Microwaves - Easy Mac and other microwaveable meals that I once used to stick my nose up at have recently become a main part of my diet and its really difficult to make said meals with out a microwave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Goldfish - another staple to my diet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. The fact that both my italian cheesecake and chocolate truffles look like that will taste amazing tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. The Sun - with out it plants could not grow and I would have nothing to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. My House - its warm and cozy and home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. My Eyes - they are the one part of my body that I am vain about. I love them .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Pianos - if pianos didn&#39;t exist I wouldn&#39;t be able to play them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. The fact that a whole bunch of sciency stuff was figured out way before I was born - I just can&#39;t imagine my generation taking the time to figure out complicated formulas or periodic trends or anything like that when would we have the time to check our facebooks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. That my family slogan is &quot;Another Sudia Adventure&quot; - it gives me a really good outlook on life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Smelly Candles - I know that I&#39;m not supposed to do this but nothing make my dorm feel more homey then lighting the same candles that my mom lights and making it smell like home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. The fact that I only have nine more of these to write - harder then I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Dark Chocolate Yogurt Covered Raisins - are delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. knowing That I can Capitalize Any word that I Want to - this is an odd thing to be thankful for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Soap - if it didn&#39;t exist there would be many smelly people in this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Sleeping In - for me this means sleeping to 8 or 9 but I love it all the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Spices - bland food isn&#39;t good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Sexual Reproduction and Cultures - I love learning about how other people live so I am so thankful that people aren&#39;t clones of one another and develop differently with different thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. That this list is almost done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. That I live in a beautiful area of the world both at home and at college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. 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